In the blink of an eye, another nine days passed.
After saving Angela from those hooligans, our relationship suddenly grew closer.
My repeated efforts gradually brushed off the last strand of subconsciously built-up resistance in her heart.
It's said a girl, after becoming a woman, learns to speak a mature language. Still, this mature language depends upon various factors; the most important is her chemistry with her husband in bed. I was pretty sure that, like me, she, too, after spending so many nights together, had become familiar with my body.
The increase in favourability was evident. Angela now started enjoying her time with me, and although a bit shy, she also took the initiative sometimes as she enjoyed being intimate. It was terrible but addicting; she couldn't help it. After all, she was a new woman who, for the first time, tasted the beautiful thing called sex.
