Wedding bells, soft applause, and graceful smiles around in a heavily floral-decorated garden were the setting of what Fil imagined her first kiss to have. Standing in a white beautiful dress before the man she pledged to spend her entire life with, her first kiss would also mark the promise of forever.
But the reality was different.
Instead of wedding bells and soft applause from the guests, there was nothing but deep breaths. Rather than the scent of spring, a man's faint yet distinct natural odor wafted through her nostrils. And instead of a kiss of forever, it was a first kiss out of anger, pain, and willingness to forget.
Yet, it didn't feel less bad.
If anything, it felt nice — sensational, if she may add.
Fil didn't know how long her lips were locked with this stranger. When she closed her eyes and relaxed her body against him, she rested her arms over his shoulders and let his hands touch areas of her body she never thought she would ever allow others to touch.
Her lips parted, cocking her head back to breathe. Meanwhile, Jackson didn't allow this to dull their moment. Tracing kisses on her jaw down to her neck, he smirked against her skin when she intuitively stretched her neck.
'Well, I guess it's worth the wait,' he thought, nibbling on her collar as he slowly laid her down on the bed.
Fil was obedient and flexible. Her kisses told him she was inexperienced, but she gradually learned without him teaching her. She simply followed his lead, which pleased him greatly. When her back landed on the soft mattress, his hand carefully pulled the end of her robe's belt. At the same time, he pushed himself away from her.
"Hmm?" Jackson paused, lifting his pair of eyes filled with lust to her face. "Are you crying?"
Underneath him was Fil, with the robe barely covering her mounds. Her eyes were shining while a teardrop rolled down her temple.
"Sweetheart, I can't do this if you're crying," Jackson quipped, standing on his knees, still holding the end of her belt. "Are you perhaps hurt?"
"Mhm." Fil could only hum, knowing she would just sob if she spoke. She raised a finger, pressing it weakly on her chest. "Here."
Jackson blinked, a little conflicted if that was a good thing or not. His body and mind were telling him he should continue and ignore her tears. However, a part of him told him to pause for a second. He didn't like the confusion she was stirring within him.
Should he fondle her breast more? She seemed to like it.
"Am I… worth it?" she asked with quivering lips. "Under these circumstances, is it worth it to spend a night with someone who is still in a committed relationship?"
His lips parted to answer, but then he just huffed. For a moment, Jackson simply gazed down at her before he completely pulled her belt away.
"Your questions tell me you know nothing about men," he mused as he slowly bent over with his hand on the side of her head. When his face was a palm length away from hers, he dawdled, "Should I tell you what you want to hear? Or the truth?"
Fil pressed her lips into a thin line, unable to answer his question.
"Men… do not care if the woman they want to fuck is with someone else. Or if they were in this so-called committed relationship. It's not even a question. Because for us, at least the majority of men I know only care about quenching their lust. As long as the woman consented to it, goofing around for a moment seems to be a win." He bent down until his lips were right next to her ears. "So this? You and me, it doesn't hurt me in any way."
Jackson pulled his head away, assessing her teary eyes, and wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes with his thumb.
"But if your question is simply if you're worth it…" His eyes fell on her plump lips, slender neck, the traces of his kisses on her fair collarbones, and then on her slightly exposed mounds. Using his fingertips, he slid the robe slightly to see her pink teats.
The corner of his mouth stretched from ear to ear as he lifted his eyes back to her. "I hate waiting and inconveniences, but you're worth every second."
His answer wasn't specifically what she was looking for or expecting. It was brutal and questionable. However, it strangely put her heart at ease. A subtle smile turned up on her face, and much to her surprise, Jackson placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
When he drew his head back, he smiled cunningly. "Just as promised, I'll make you forget and drag the entire heaven down to you... and for you." As those words rolled out of his tongue, he slowly slipped his fingers in between hers, pinning it to the side while leaning his face to claim not just her lips, but her entire body.