Chapter 5

The two weeks passed in the blink of an eye. During them I was too busy to even see Filomeno during the day and at night I was so tired that I didn't have the strength to make love. He was always so understanding, he helped me with the chores and the cooking, but I not only had his support, but also that of Juliana and Ofelia, (a cook from the university that I met the day after I invited the workers to the wedding). Ofelia is a sixty-seven-year-old woman, she seemed grumpy, but she is actually very sweet. She is my godmother of lasso. She has been married for forty-eight years and is still happy in her marriage, (that's why I chose her). Juliana is the godmother of the dress and since she is a seamstress, she was making it herself. At first, we had a disagreement because I didn't want to hide my pregnancy, and she did. It was a power struggle that was fought on my part because of how attentive Filomeno was with her, (well… he was even attentive with Ofelia, but Juliana was not that old, and she was also beautiful the very bi… I prefer not to say it). In the end I won and here I was… getting ready for my wedding, (me in the little house and Filomeno in the infirmary).

Ofelia made me a high bun as elaborate as those worn by fairy tale princesses. Juliana did my makeup and luckily, she did it well (I know! I exaggerate my hatred for her). Once I was ready, they helped me put on the dress.

It was simple, but elegant (the girl knows what she's doing). It had a sweetheart neckline that left my shoulders bare and the ribbon under my bust lifted my now fuller breasts. It was sleeveless because it was spring. If I had worn a girdle, the dress would have taken the shape of an hourglass, but since my belly grew quite a bit in a short time, it showed off my tummy in all its splendor and the rest of the skirt reached my ankles. With Dr. Campos' permission, I wore pearl-colored slippers with a low heel. To finish, Ofelia placed a tiara over the veil with what looked like small diamonds that dazzled.

–A lady gave it to me before I came in – I looked at her confused – well, I know the lady, but I didn't dare to ask anything... She is her mother.

I couldn't speak. My mother's gift really surprised me, but the pain of knowing that she didn't want to deliver it in person told me that she was still determined not to try to understand Filomeno and me.

–She doesn't agree with this, does she, Miss? –Ofelia asked.

–How could she not agree? –said Juliana. –She was the one who spoke to the principal, and she also named him godfather, which is why she gave us permission to have the party at school.

–And why didn't they do it at the Rivas mansion? –Ofelia debated.

–Well… I don’t know –Juliana spoke very quietly.

–It was because Ofelia is right –I wanted to clarify –why hide what would be obvious later? My mother doesn't accept that I'm with a man of such an age.

–And it's no wonder... I love Filomeno, but to be honest, it's very strange to see him with such a young girl and it's even stranger to see them so loving.

–How do you love him? –Oh, God! Couldn't I have been more jealous?... It’s humiliating even without loving Filomeno.

–I mean that I love him as a friend –Juliana replied, but something in her tone of voice made me think she wasn't very sincere.

–Ladies, have you seen the time? There is little time left, and the church is twenty minutes away.

–Really? –I lifted my dress and ran to the door –Come on! If I'm late Filomeno will think I regretted, it.

Without waiting for them, I started running. Their screams for me to stop echoed through the school buildings, but I ignored them. Thank God I managed to get to the limo without falling and once they got in, I asked the driver to take us as fast as possible. My heart was beating like crazy, partly from the race and partly from the excitement. In a short time, I would stop being Mariana Rivas and become Mariana de Cruz, and that was starting to send a pleasant excitement throughout my body.

From a distance I could see the church where Filomeno was supposed to be waiting for me. He let me decide if I wanted a civil wedding only, but I know him and I know that this is another one of his dreams, so there wasn't much to think about.

The limousine parked in front of the church and without waiting for the driver I got out of the vehicle and walked quickly, but when I approached the door, I froze because of the person waiting for me.

–So, my daughter was planning to get married without even telling her father! –said the man I haven't seen since I was fourteen.

–I just assumed that your lover is much more important than me –I replied, all the resentment kept in my chest. –Besides, I've had enough of my mother's sermons, so now I have to endure yours.

–That woman has never been more important than you –he approached me, but I stepped back. He looked at my belly and continued his litany –So it’s true that you’re expecting a child –he said –I’ve already seen the baby’s father and we even talked for a long time.

–You better not have offended him –I shouted, not caring if anyone was listening. –You have no right to come and ruin my wedding with your venom, much less attack a man who is a thousand times better than you.

–A janitor is better than me? –he said ironically. –How is he going to get you and your son ahead?

–That's something that doesn't concern you. I haven't asked you for a single cent since you left, so don't worry about money, or about the fate of my son or mine.

–Listen, Mariana! I didn’t really come to stop you, or to offend your future husband. In fact, it was he who recommended that I talk to you, that’s why there’s no one outside. He took the guests inside and told me that he would wait until we finished settling our differences.

–Well, I have nothing else to talk to you about –I turned to look at Ofelia. –Could you tell Mr. Luis that I'm ready?

She nodded and entered the church with Juliana.

–And why are you going to talk to that man?

Mr. Luis came out just in time. I walked over to him and took his arm.

–I asked him to hand me over –I said calmly.

–But I am your father! –he raised his voice.

–For me you are no longer worthy of bearing that title –I said resentfully.

Mr. Luis was petrified by the scene, but pulling on his arm I asked him to go in. The doors opened and I could see Filomeno at the altar. He was wearing a black tuxedo and although he looked elegant, I must admit that he would never be a soap opera heartthrob. He looked the same as always (many would say he was old and ugly), however, I also realized that I didn't care at all about his appearance. I knew this because when our eyes met my entire body vibrated.

When Don Luis joined our hands, I felt a warmth run through my body and I was about to kiss him, but the priest coughed to bring me back to my senses. We both laughed and the priest looked at us reproachfully. Fortunately, he soon forgot about the matter and the ceremony began.

During the mass, I kept my hand linked to Filomeno's. I was not aware of all the things the priest said because I spent all my time looking at my future husband. It was tender to see his face shine with happiness and I knew that I made the right decision in telling him to marry in church. I was so focused on every gesture and every movement of his that the priest had to repeat to me several times the things I had to do. By the time it came time to say our vows, the poor man got nervous, and his fingers trembled as he placed the beautiful gold ring on me (although he said it quite confidently). For my part, I managed to say my oath to love him and be faithful to him for the rest of my life, with such conviction that I even thought that everything was true (I could not doubt being faithful to him, because I was not going to hurt him like my father hurt my mother, but loving him was far from my goals). Finally, the priest said the words I was most hoping to hear, “you may kiss the bride” and I immediately slammed my mouth against Filomeno’s. I kissed him with more passion than usual, as the title of husband turned my ugly duckling into a beautiful swan and aroused a wild desire to make love. Filomeno gently pushed me away as murmurs and expressions of astonishment began to be heard. A trickle of drool was proof enough that the kiss had not been innocent at all and instead of wiping it off with the handkerchief my now husband offered me, I did it with my tongue and imitated the action with the one hanging from his mouth. My poor husband turned very red and opened his eyes in terror. The guests and the priest fell silent, but I limited myself to thanking them for their presence, ending the awkward moment. Filomeno did not recover so quickly, so I had to be the one to guide him to the exit. Thousands of petals were thrown, covering us completely. This calmed him down and he smilingly took me to the limousine to head to the party.

The school's huge garden was beautifully decorated. Several vases of white flowers lined the path to the head table, which had a white tablecloth with gold details of hearts attached to it. The rest of the tables had equally white tablecloths, although without any design. The china looked fine, as did the cutlery. All the tables had bottles of champagne and some wines that were quite expensive to have been given by the school's employees, and I knew that this was my parents' doing.

–Even though I don't agree with your choice of husband, your parents have shown how much they love you – Filomeno's voice was soft and relaxed me – if you have the chance to talk to them, do you promise me that you will?

–As long as they don’t dare to offend you.

–Even if they do, you shouldn't be hard on them. You're very young and I won't always be by your side, that's why I want you to have your family with you so you'll never be alone –him look was a plea, but his words weren't what he wanted to hear.

–You will always be with me. You and my son are my only family now and as long as you are by my side, I will be fine – I said hugging him and shedding a few tears.

–No, my love… don’t cry –he wiped a tear from my cheek with his finger –I didn’t mean to make you cry. I swear that I will be with you and our son, forever –he smiled –does that make you feel better?

–Yes –I smiled back– but don’t say such horrible things again, do you swear?

–I swear –he said, but I heard his whisper, "hormones doing their thing."

We both smiled and kissed passionately, but I think that today nothing was going to let us enjoy even a simple kiss because right at that moment, all the guests came in and we were forced to separate. We followed the custom of greeting each of the people who lined up to wish us happiness and prosperity, (the families of Filomeno's classmates and one or two acquaintances of my mother). The last ones left were my parents and both wanted to talk to me, however, I asked them to wait until after the dance and they accepted, not very convinced, (they sensed that I intended to escape from them).

Everything went smoothly. We thanked our guests, toasted, and ate the delicious delicacies that Don Luis and Orlando had prepared (I devoured my dishes and Filomeno had to give me his dessert because he noticed I was still hungry). Sergio is a sixteen-year-old boy who works as a general helper and in his free time he is an excellent DJ, so he offered to be in charge of the music. He really had talent; during the meal he played instrumental songs at low volume to allow us to talk and when it was Filomeno and my turn to open the dance, he played the song from James Cameron's Titanic movie (that was my request because I love the lyrics). Since the tone is slow, I hugged Filomeno and pressed my body so close to him that I could even feel his hard member between his pants despite my bulging belly. He tried to put me in a less compromising position but gave up when he saw that he wouldn't be able to do it. His submission gave me the confidence to continue caressing his back and with my mouth I gave kisses to his face and then I lowered it to his neck and sucked the sweat that ran down his face. This was starting to turn us on. My intimacy was too wet, and his penis grew so thick that it was already digging into my pubis. The song was about to end when I let out a soft moan of pleasure that would have been more scandalous if Filomeno had not drowned it with a delicious kiss that, fortunately, I was able to make last by holding his head firmly in my hands. Amid the mist in which I was submerged by the passion with which we kissed, I heard a new song that was a little more lively and the sounds of footsteps of people dancing very close to us. A voice was heard behind me and Filomeno immediately stopped kissing me. I still couldn't get my mind in order and my breathing was inconsistent, so I rested my head on my husband's shoulder to try to compose myself. Filomeno talked a little with the person who interrupted our passionate moment and after he left, he helped me off the dance floor. Neither of us were in any condition to go back to the table, so we headed to the bathrooms and that's where I realized why he placed me in front of him the whole way and that is because the huge bulge of his excitement was too noticeable.

–Wow! –I said, touching the bulge. –I think we need to take care of that problem. –I wanted to push him into the bathroom, but he held me firmly in place. –What’s wrong?

–I think we'll leave it for later –he spoke so quietly that I almost didn't hear him. –You have a pending conversation.

When he said that I looked back and saw both of my parents trying to keep their gaze on anything but us. For a moment I felt embarrassed because it was obvious that they had interrupted us at the dance and had been following us here and obviously heard (and saw) me proposing to my husband to have sex. However, I told myself that they are the ones who should be embarrassed for bothering the newlyweds and, raising my head proudly, I headed to the bathroom.

–Before I talk to you, I have to settle an intimate matter – that made them even more uncomfortable and I laughed at their faces.

It was true that I had some private business to attend to and that was to remove the evidence of my frustrated need for my husband. My vagina was longing to join Filomeno's penis more than any other day today and it was showing it with a flood that had already wet my nice sexy clothes that I had chosen for the wedding night. As I didn't go into one of the bathrooms because it was a quick affair, my mother caught me as I was adjusting my lingerie.

–I'm sorry we were imprudent, but Mariana, that is not the behavior of a society lady. Even your husband seems more restrained than you.

–Kisses between newlywed couples are very normal.

–You are right, “kissing” and what you do with your husband even before you were declared husband and wife, you can’t call it that way. It almost seems like you want to tear his tongue out and the worst thing is that you put him in an embarrassing situation because you can tell when men are excited. The poor man was so uncomfortable when you went into the bathroom that he had to cover himself with his hands and ran to hide in the men’s bathroom.

–I… –I was upset by my mother's accusation, but I never wanted to make Filomeno have a bad time –I have to go with my husband.

She tried to continue talking, but I didn't want to listen to her, especially after what she had said. I hurriedly opened the door and found my father standing in front of the men's room.

–Could you take my mother somewhere else? It will take us a while to get back to the party, but if you are desperate to escape, then we can talk in two weeks.

–I'm in no hurry, although your mother may be.

–I'm not in a hurry either... I'll wait for you at the table – my mother left and my father hurried to catch up with her.

Once the two of them left, I entered the bathroom and locked the door. Filomeno was nowhere in sight and that made me smile because he really was a cautious man.

–Love, are you here? –I asked out loud.

–I'm in the last bathroom.

I walked over there, looking carefully at the other restrooms to make sure there was no one hiding. The sound of the click told me I could go in. I pushed the door open a little and found him with his pants down and his hands gripping his fat penis.

–My husband looks so exquisite! –I savored the pornographic image he was giving me –I would gladly eat all your essence, but I'm a bit full and the cake is still missing, so –I lifted my dress and lowered my panties. Then I turned my back to him and leaned over until my buttocks were just a few centimeters from his member –come, love! I give you complete access to my body.

–But –he sighed– God, Mariana!... I know I need to let off steam, but in the state I'm in, I doubt I can control myself and I don't want to hurt you. You know I need to penetrate you slowly and right now I feel like an animal in heat and my reason is lost when it comes to possessing you.

–Look at me carefully – I said, leaning in closer so he could see me better – can’t you see how wet I am? Filomeno, we haven’t had sex for two weeks and today all that frustration spilled over, making me wet with just one kiss. There are still hours left before the party ends and I don’t think I’ll be able to keep under control the excitement that comes with every touch or kiss. Do us both a favor and take me so the rest of the day will be more bearable, or you’ll force me to rape you in front of the guests.

–You wouldn't be able to do it –he replied doubtfully. –You wouldn't, would you? –This time his tone was quite tense.

–Do you want to try it? –I said, trying to pull up my panties.

I don't know what he was thinking, but in a matter of seconds he grabbed me by the hips and ruthlessly penetrated me. The thickness of his penis was a thousand times wider than ever, and it hurt to the point that tears covered my eyes, and biting my lips I held back the scream stuck in my throat. His thrusts were fierce, and he snorted like a raging bull. The sound of the friction of our sexes was scandalous and that was because my vagina had managed to produce a large amount of moisture so that Filomeno's penis could slip inside it without much difficulty. Amazed, I realized that despite the initial pain, my excitement was much greater, and I began to enjoy the wild mating. I moved my hips with the same force with which Filomeno thrust and my moans sounded just as loud as his.

This was heaven!... my body was being attacked by pleasant spasms and without having to go through a previous orgasm, I released all the energy in a powerful ejaculation that wet the floor and our legs. Filomeno nibbled my shoulder and with one of his fat fingers he caressed my clitoris causing another jet to come out of my vagina. I had never had two ejaculations in a row. One is more than enough to knock me out, but I was so excited and eager to continue feeling my man inside me that I managed to stay standing.

–You are mine Mariana!... now you are not only my woman, but from today and forever you will be my wife, you will be my lover, you will be the mother of my children and I will be your only man and as a reward, I will give you all my love –his hands pushed my hips so that the penetration would become deeper and a loud moan of pleasure came out of my throat –I will only be yours Mariana… only you will have me and only I will have you.

–Swear it to me!... swear that you will only be mine –I said while my hands held his and pressed them to my breasts still covered by the dress –swear it! –my voice was like a plea.

–I will only be yours, Mariana! –He kissed my neck, and his arms wrapped around me.

–And I will be only yours forever! –I was able to say amidst the sea of passion that filled my body and spirit.

–So be it, Mrs. Mariana de Filomeno Cruz! –he exclaimed in my ear.

His declaration of belonging brought with it a great orgasm. It was so intense that his penis was expelled from inside me. This had never happened before because his member is too thick for my vagina, but each word spoken by the two of them took me to a level of unimaginably pleasurable ecstasy. My breasts rose and fell in search of air and my body trembled from the devastating wave of satisfied desire, but there was still another dose of pleasure to come and that was when Filomeno introduced his penis again into my vagina and with two thrusts his hot and abundant semen filled my interior. He had also been holding back that precious liquid for two weeks and that is why it took him quite a while to get everything out. By the time we regained some calm, we found ourselves in a disaster.

Our legs were too wet, and some semen was also slipping between mine and it ended up on my heels. My panties were not saved and Filomeno's pants had traces of semen and my fluids (his shoes were also affected).

–Unbelievable! –I said, going for a towel. –We left the bathroom terribly dirty... well, not dirty, but very wet.

I knelt in front of Filomeno and gently began to dry his legs.

–No, love! –he wanted to take the towel from me– let me clean myself. You are not my slave.

–I'm not your slave, but I am your wife, and it is my pleasure and my duty to serve you –I said and then I took his penis in my hands, but instead of using the towel to clean it, I used my mouth. –I had missed this too.

I gave a lightning blowjob and although he had already ejaculated large amounts of semen, I received another dose of equal magnitude in my mouth. After that I cleaned his shoes and pants. Fortunately for us I managed to remove all the stains, although the wet ones would take a little longer to dry. Filomeno did not want to be left behind and helped me clean my legs, because of my belly I could not bend over very well. When we were as presentable as possible, we left the bathroom. Fortunately, there was no one around and that allowed us to get to the table without any problems.

The rest of the party was a lot of fun. Orlando and Mr. Luis brought out the gorgeous five-tier cake and, as tradition dictates, Filomeno and I made the first cut. We were both smiling and, in a moment of carelessness on my husband's part, I managed to smear meringue on his nose. Filomeno laughed like a child, and I rushed to kiss him and then cleaned up my mess with my tongue. By this time Filomeno stopped thinking that it was inappropriate for us to show our love in front of people and allowed me to give him passionate kisses and indecent touching whenever I felt like it. We danced to many songs, but after a few hours, my feet started to bother me and I had to go sit down, but not before leaving my husband in the arms of the slippery Juliana, who did not miss the opportunity to steal my husband from me as soon as she saw us heading to the table. Filomeno was smiling at something she said to him and instinctively I stood up ready to end whatever was going on between them.

–I never believed that you were really in love with that old man, but you just proved me wrong.

My mother's voice brought me back to my senses and although I still wanted to go and pull that chick, I forced myself to sit back down.

–I don't know what the hell you're talking about –I spat, holding back my anger.

–I have witnessed many things today and the main one is the way you look at your husband. You are surrounded by many people, but it seems like we don’t exist, because all the time you look only at him and that is why you hug him and kiss him with such passion… Not even I behaved that way when I married your father and that is even though at that time I loved him with all my soul.

–Are you saying I behave like a prostitute? –I looked at her with resentment, however, she looked at me with some amusement.

–No… what I mean is that for you, the most important thing is what you feel. You feel love and passion for your husband and you show it, you don’t repress it, like I did.

–Filomeno is one of the people I admire the most because he is a hard worker and very tender, but this wedding did not happen because I loved him with all my soul as you loved my father, but rather I got married to give my son a surname and an opportunity to be accepted in the society to which the Rivas belong… Today your guests are certain that my powerful family supports my husband despite being a simple janitor and in the future perhaps my son will manage to obtain a place among them.

–Lie to yourself all you want, Mariana, but one day you will have to accept that you did not marry that man to protect your son. You know very well that the baby would be protected by the Rivas surname if you decided to be a single mother, but even so, you insisted on getting married and from what we have seen, you are enjoying it.

–I don’t… –My throat caught, and I couldn’t say anything.

–I understand your fear… Your father’s abandonment marked you and now you are afraid to fall in love, but I fear, my daughter, that even with your denial, you love your husband… I just would have liked it to be a much younger man, but I know that the heart does not rule and whether me likes it or not, I will have to get used to the idea that he is your chosen one –I was going to contradict her, but she silenced me with a finger– and do not try to convince me otherwise. What is seen is not judged, although I must warn you that as incredible as it may seem, you will have to take care of him, because you are not the only woman who sees beyond your husband’s unattractive appearance… apparently that old man is luckier than a young man.

My mother was looking straight ahead when she said that last thing and when I focused my gaze on where she had hers, I found an unpleasant scene… The slippery Juliana was trying to stick her statuesque body to my husband's. Filomeno seemed uncomfortable and tried to take his claws off of her, but she clung to him more.

–Damn bitch!... ah! but Filomeno is not far behind and that is even though he swore that he would only be mine –I said while I stood up like a slingshot.

–Wait, Mariana! –my mother stopped me by the arm– she is drunk, that is why your husband is being considerate with her.

–I don't give a damn about his consideration... He's my husband and his duty is only to me... but of course, what can you expect from men?... they're all equally liars... first they swear eternal love to you and then they go and roll around with some slut.

I tried to break free from my mother's grip, but she tightened her grip on my arm.

–My daughter, your husband doesn’t look at her the way he looks at you –those words got her to pay attention– that man looks at you like the most precious treasure that exists. Besides, he has been rejecting that woman for years, I know this because I heard her telling it the lady who was your godmother.

–Did he reject her? –I asked with interest.

–Yes… from what I heard, she has been working here as a secretary for ten years at the school. When she met your husband, she became his friend out of pity. Apparently, the students are cruel to him because of his appearance and she became his protector, but as the years went by, pity turned into affection and affection into love. Five years ago she confessed her love to him, but he told her that he only saw her as a friend and although she kept hoping that things would change, your husband put up barriers between them that today have become indestructible because he married you and she knows that she has lost him forever, because one of your husband's virtues, according to those women, is that he is the most faithful man in the world.

–How did you hear all that? –I still couldn't believe what she said.

–Because her table is next to mine and when she started drinking like crazy, I couldn’t help but be interested in the things she was saying. The other lady tried to shut her up, but the more I asked her to lower her tone, the louder she spoke… I have to confess that I don’t understand what she sees in that old man, but the way she was lamenting so painfully for not having fought harder brought peace to my soul because maybe you haven’t made a bad choice. At least I know that he loves you… She kept repeating it.

My mother's words shocked me. I never thought there was a woman who loved Filomeno so much, and the most surprising thing was that he had not taken advantage of that interest to at least take her to bed.

Looking back at them, I saw Filomeno leading her back to her table. Juliana kept trying to hug him more closely, but he gently pushed her away. Ofelia stood up to help her, and when she had her firmly in her grasp, Filomeno turned around to come back to me.

–See! –I looked at my mother with the question etched on my face –he barely saw you and his eyes lit up.

I looked at Filomeno and indeed, his eyes were bright and his smile even brighter (despite his crooked teeth). I have only seen that smile when he is with me. The times we have been close to Juliana, he smiles, but not with that sweetness that he gives me.

When he arrived with me, he hugged me and placed his large hands protectively on my swollen belly. My mother greeted him formally and there were no derogatory words from her. They both talked about the support she was going to provide me and although Filomeno was adamant that he would provide food and look to enlarge the little house where we live, he had to accept that my mother would support us with tuition and some furniture. My father came over before my mother left. He wanted to talk to both of them, but neither of them agreed to listen to him and he left after my mother said goodbye to us.

After that awkward moment, we continued enjoying our party and forgot about everything bad (at least I had to). We danced ten slow songs at my request. I love the friction our bodies cause every time we move intimately and I spent the whole time kissing him until I was exhausted. Filomeno couldn't stop smiling at my displays of affection, which became more intense at a certain point in the night and by then he became almost as inhibited as I was, but when he started kissing my neck and whispering words of love to me while caressing my belly, I knew it was time to go home. Alone in the little house, we gave free rein to our passion. We quickly undressed and because of our desire to feel each other, we skipped the foreplay and went straight to the sexual act. Because of how big my belly is, the only comfortable position to make love is "doggy style", but the position is not what matters, but what I feel when I am joined to Filomeno. Every time he puts his thick penis in my vagina, thousands of pleasant electric shocks hit my body and my mind goes into such a pleasurable ecstasy that I even feel like I'm in paradise. Our moans were scandalous and the sounds our sexes made when they collided were so loud that I was sure they could be heard as far as the party was going on, but for us the only thing that mattered was satiating ourselves with each other's bodies. We spent a long time moving wildly. Filomeno's calloused hands wandered all over my body, but it was my belly that received the most attention, and it was the one that had the privilege of receiving soft and tender caresses.

–You know? –he said agitatedly, without stopping moving inside me– every time I look at your beautiful belly, I can't help but feel great happiness and pride when I remember that I was the one who planted the seed that gave life to this little one growing inside you –he licked my ear and kissed my bare shoulder –I know I shouldn't feel so proud of having marked you as mine by getting you pregnant, but when it comes to you, I can't help but be selfish and the only thing I think about is how lucky I have been to be the one you gave your virtue to and above all, that you allowed me to experience my dream of being a father.

I wanted to respond with equally loving words, but the excitement rose so high that a great orgasm attacked me with the force of a tsunami, and I could only hold on to his arms to avoid falling to the ground. Once the orgasm subsided, Filomeno continued whispering in my ear.

–How I love watching you have an orgasm! Your vagina moistens my fat penis and thanks to that I can go deeper inside you – he gave a strong thrust, and his testicles stuck to my buttocks making me moan from the delicious contact – God! You feel so soft inside and you squeeze my penis as if you wanted to put it in deeper – he moaned because my vagina showed that what he said was true – Mariana… my wife… my woman… tell me that you will always be mine… that only I will be the owner of your body and that no one else will know the passion that you carry inside.

His thrusts became furious, and his penis touched a point of pleasure unknown until now. He was so deep, that I thought that perhaps he touched the place where our child grows, but then I discarded that idea when with another thrust, that sensitive spot sent waves of pleasure from my head to my toes and I screamed because I found no other way to avoid the fainting that threatened to deprive me of this very exciting moment and the fact is that making love with Filomeno is always a roller coaster of passion, but today it was being unimaginably wonderful. There are no words that can describe what I am feeling now, more than those and I cannot find the reason why this delivery of the two is being this way. Maybe it is because we are now husband and wife, or maybe it is his words. Anyone would say that he was being vain when saying that he felt proud of having marked me by impregnating me, however, for me that was more a sign of gratitude than a sign of selfishness. The movement of his penis on the new pleasure point made my body shake like jelly and coupled with Filomeno's voice, I was attacked by multiple orgasms that bent my knees. My arms had no strength to keep from touching the cold tile, but my husband kept me from falling completely by hugging me with his powerful arms.

–Say it, Mariana!... Please, tell me that you will be only mine –his voice was a plea, not an order and I did not understand the need to hear me tell him that if I gave him my virginity and my womb carries his child, and those proofs should be enough for him.

The friction of his penis on my newly discovered G-spot kept me from calming down enough to speak and when he touched it again, my hands pressed Filomeno's on my breasts, giving his fingers the chance to pinch my nipples and both things combined, brought a devastating ejaculation that separated our sexes. I moved as if I were having convulsions and moaned so loud that my lungs emptied all the air they had.

–I… –I tried to speak, but it was really difficult without air and with spasms of orgasms attacking my privacy –I… love you! –I finished.

After that my body relaxed and my mind fell into darkness.