A woman can always tell if a man loves her by how much time he is willing to invest. Money spent is meaningless, but time spent is priceless.

Riel

I kissed women before.

I kissed them like there was nothing. I kissed them without any feelings. It was a monotonous act that I needed to do every time that I wanted to get laid. I kissed them because they wanted to be kissed.

I kissed them because I knew it was necessary to make them feel that I wanted them even if I didn't feel anything about them.

But now that I was kissing Meara, it was everything. Touching her lips made my body wanted to convulse in excitement. I was kissing her because I wanted to kiss her. Because I wanted her to feel what I really felt for her. I wanted her to taste my lips. I wanted her to know that I wanted her to be part of my life.

And the part that she was kissing me back, made me to bury all my inhibitions. Meara kissing me back gave me the strength to claim her lips more. I kissed her passionately, deeply, hungrily. I kissed like she should be kissed by someone who loves her. A kiss that was so romantic yet sexual. Not a kiss that was abusive.

Not a kiss that was given by his sadistic husband.

I wanted her. I wanted to taste every part of her. I knew deep inside me, I already had a thing for her the moment I laid my eyes on her. I wanted to protect her. I wanted her to be a part of me forever and I would make sure that she won't experience any abuse.

With me, it would just be love. Respect. She could trust me that I won't break her heart. It would only be her until my hair turns to gray. Until my knees get weak.

Until I breathe my last air.

I deepened my kiss and I felt her hand wrapped around my head. I felt her body moved closer to me until I felt her hand slowly tracing my shirt and touched the hem of it. She slid her hand under my shirt and began to touch my stomach up to my chest. I held her hand and stopped kissing her. She looked at me quizzically.

"If I kiss you again, there won't be turning back, Meara. I will claim you. You will be mine." I said while looking straight into her eyes.

Her eyes watered and she smiled at me.

"I want that."

I kissed her again. Hungrier this time. She was kissing me back. I cupped her face while kissing her. I groaned when she opened her mouth and let my tongue slide inside dancing with hers.

I could feel the heat between our body even if we were both still wearing our clothes. Slowly, I knew I woke up something in her. A wild lust enveloped us and all that matters right at this moment was the two of us and how we were going to make love for the first time.

She held the hem of my shirt again. This time, she was tugging it up to remove it from me. I let her and that made us to break our kiss. I felt her hand grabbed my belt and she started to unbuckle and I had to stop her. She looked at me with her eyes full of worry.

"Y-you don't like it?" I could sense nervousness on her voice.

"I don't like? I wanted it so bad. But you let me take this game. You don't need to do anything. It will be me. I will let you taste something new. Something magical. Something a woman like you really deserve."

I knew years of being in an abusive relationship, Meara felt that she needed to satisfy me. But no. Everything was different now. I am not his dead husband. I am me and I knew how to take care of my woman.

I will kiss her, I will touch her, I will make love to her the way she deserved it. With love and with respect.

I lifted her up and brought her on the bed. I kissed her again and this time, my hand began to wander against her body. I began to unbutton her blouse one by one until it was all opened and showed her bra. She helped me to remove it and now, she was half-naked in front of me. I remembered the last time I saw her like this, her body was full of bruises and wounds. I could see scars on her skin. A reminder of her abusive life with Perry. But I will make sure to erase her tragic past. I will make sure that with me, it will be the other way around. It will be full of happiness and ecstasy.

My lips began to traced her chin down to her neck. I licked her skin. Tasting the sweetness and saltiness of her sweats. I loved it. I could lick her whole body all day. My tongue moved down to her breasts and started to play with her nipple. Her body arched when I began to suck it slowly then hungrily. Like a baby who hadn't been fed while my other hand was massaging her other breast.

I wanted to played with it more, but I knew there was a part of her body that I wanted to taste too. I started to unbutton her pants and unzipped it. I pulled it down and removed it from her. Next, I slowly pulled down her panties and my eyes fixed on the beautiful pussy that I had seen in my life.

She immediately covered it with her hands and I looked at her. I could see embarrassment on her face. I took her hand and removed it.

"Why?" I asked.

She shook her head. "It looks disgusting."

"What?" I laughed faintly. "No." I looked at her pussy and bit my lower lip. God knew how much courage I had to take not to devour her pussy right now. I wanted to buried my face right between her thighs and kissed her moist slit and suck the tiny bud that was hiding in there.

"I... there was..." her voice was trembling and I could see that she was about to cry. "I am not like those women that you bed with. I was raped by someone and my husband abused me. I... I never know how to..." this time she was crying that was why I moved and kissed her.

"It's okay. If you don't want to continue, if you are not comfortable, it's okay." I kissed her passionately and started to stroke her hair.

"No. I wanted it but you might be disgusted. The truth, I never had any experience of making love like this. It was only sex. There was nothing. I didn't feel anything before." She cried.

"Ssshhh... it's okay, Meara. It's okay. If you are not ready, we can stop."

"I don't want you stop but you might not want me. You might not want someone like me. I am nothing. I am worthless. Sometimes, I felt I deserved to be treated like that because I just deserve it and men knew that."

I held her face and looked straight into her eyes.

"You are worthy, Meara. You are worthy to be loved and respected and that's what I feel for you. I will never think of you as a worthless person. I will never treat you like that. If you tell me to stop right now, I am going to stop. I can wait when you're ready even if that takes forever."

She just looked at me and she pulled my head to kiss me again. Then I felt that she was pushing my head down. To her breast, down to her stomach, down between her thighs.

"I am ready." She gasped.

There was no turning back this time.

I pushed her legs apart and looked at her pussy then looked at her. I lowered my head until my mouth touched her slit. I was still looking at her face while I began to drag my tongue over it. I saw her closed her eyes and grabbed my hair. I began to lick it, tried to find the tiny bud that I wanted to taste. Until I found it and I began to suck it. Played it with my tongue while her hips were rocking against my mouth. Her back arches from the bed while she began to moan loudly.

I devoured her pussy until she was screaming for my name. I was still looking at her while my mouth hungrily tasting her drenched slit. I love seeing her distorted face and hearing her cry for pleasure. I knew she was close. I knew she was going to come. She didn't say it but the moment she let out a loud moan and grabbed my hair tightly, I knew she came in my mouth. A lot.

She was panting when I stopped. I moved up and kissed her. Letting her taste her own wetness against my lips. I began to unbuckle my belt and unbuttoned my pants and I let her feel my hardness against her legs. She stopped kissing me and looked at me.

"You're not ready?" I asked.

She smiled. "You know how I badly needed you." She pulled my head closer and kissed me again. Her other hand slide between my thigh and started to stroke my hard length. I felt my body was about to convulse with her touch. Her hand was warm, soft. If she continued on doing this, I might come anytime with her just giving me a hand job.

I stopped her and I positioned myself to enter her. As I began to push inside her, she stopped kissing me and buried her face on my neck. I felt she sunk her teeth on my shoulder and I let her. I pushed deeper as she was moaning against my skin.

I started to move. Slowly. Finding the right rhythm against her body. She started to move too, and slowly my thrusts began to find its pace. It became faster as her body was giving in to me.

I had sex with many women before but only Meara made me feel like this. Her kiss, her body, making love with her was addicting and we were not finished yet but I wanted to do it again, and and again until we were both tired and sore with each other.

I started to move faster as the pleasure inside her grew wilder and hotter. I could feel her body started to tremble as she was about to come again. I could feel her walls tightening around my cock inside her as I felt her wetness against it. I pound on her harder as I plunges deep inside. She was moaning, crying in pleasure until her body shook as she came against my length.

I continued to thrust as I was looking at her face. Every time I was pounding against her, I was thinking that I was the luckiest man in the world. I had to make love for the most beautiful woman I had encountered in my life. She will be mine and no one can take her away from me.

I felt I was about to come. My movements became rapid as she was following my movements, I came inside her. My cock was throbbing while I was spilling everything deep into her.

We were both panting and none of us dared to move. We let our body entwined after this perfect bliss that I knew meant for us.

Ghost would tell me I am crazy. Falling in love with a married woman. People might say that I just think that I was in love with her but the truth, it was only pity. They were all wrong. They didn't know what I truly feel for her.

I am nuts. I am crazy. Crazy about her.

And if loving her made me crazy like this, I didn't want to be sane ever again.