So My First Two Wives of Love

Back on the same road as you

I took a deep breath, Gibran once again made me almost out of breath and saw how to grin triumphantly after silencing my lips with his passionate kiss. He makes me angry but at the same time helpless.

"I want more..." Gibran's whisper along with his mischievous hand slowly infiltrated into my dress and felt my thighs and continued to move upwards.

He made my body freeze, I couldn't move when he landed his lips but this time it wasn't on my lips but on my nape while his hands were getting wildly out of control.

"Gibrann..." I tried to push him but his touch made me limp. Of course I'm old enough to know where this game is going, only I never know if the sensation is like this.

He bit me, peeling every inch of my neck while I carried away the game until I could just keep my nape up and let him explore more freely.

"Tell me if you want me, Jasmine..." Gibran whispered in a hoarse and passionate voice that was about to explode between us.

"What about you?" I asked while clutching her hair I tried to hold on before it burst.

"I'm almost crazy because of you."

Oh my God, it's not him who's almost crazy but me! Especially when the touch is getting naughty exploring every curve of my body.

"I can't wait too long, Jasmine... Answer me!"

He urged me, I know we can blow up here, but how do I answer the question if I'm too busy holding my breath wild from it?

 I may soon cry out for not being able to hide it any longer, for an increasingly strong urge, pushing myself to hold Gibran tighter and tighter so that the man would not let go of me.

"Jasmine..." Now that Gibran's voice sounded softer, he looked at me and warmly touched the corner of my heart, he let me think for a moment as he stopped his touch.

"Give me an answer before I force my will on you..." Although his words sounded terrible but not with his actions. Like a different person, like that anger had never existed before, Gibran stroked my face, kissed my forehead and looked at me deeply.

Now I'm fully lulled, "Slowly, Gibran. I'm not experienced."

Gibran smiled at me after hearing my words as if he was very happy now, "So you're really just with me?" his voice sounded like disbelief but his eyes twinkled with delight until once again I was blown away by his good looks.

"Yes?"

"Your lips, am I the only one to ever touch her?" ask Gibran again while touching my lips that are now wet and swollen due to his actions.

I nodded my head cautiously, the atmosphere between us was still so thick with the excitement that erupted in the air the effect of that intense kiss, which still strongly attracts us to continue to do so even further.

"I'll teach you more, but this time don't stop until I let you."

"What if I run out of breath again?"

"You can bite me one more time!"

"Even though I made you bleed?"

"Yes even though you tore it up again..."

I raised my hand, touched Gibran's red lips as a result of my biting earlier, looking as red as a sore spot.

"What hurts?" ask me as I keep my finger on Gibran's lips.

Gibran closed his eyes, felt the caress of my hand and then looked at me again.

"Jasmine, don't torture me like this..."

I slowly lowered my hand from his lips because I didn't want Gibran to be in pain but Gibran prevented my hand, he put it back and put my hand on my face.

"Can't you?" Gibran did not want to give up, he continued to coax me while peeping my palms under him.

"Yes..." That one word was like a magical sentence that instantly made me and Gibran again link together, he said, divide your Saliva without any disgust until our tongues also meet while our hands touch each other every line of our bodies without any excuse and doubt.

We screwed up, Gibran and I messed up this kitchen, moving wildly dropping anything within our reach of being busy looking for a handle as we got more burned until Gibran finally lifted my body up, she carried me and took me into her room without letting go of our kiss.

The room was dark and a little dim, there was only a light on but it did not deter Gibran from continuing to step onto his bed and lay my body there.

This bed felt cold as if it had never been occupied by its owner but Gibran did not let my mind drift any further because after taking off his clothes and vaguely showing his sturdy muscular stock he began coming back to touch me, even more wildly without giving me the chance to breathe with relief as if he didn't want me to have a chance to change my mind.

"Don't think of anything, Melati... Don't make me completely overwhelmed by my anger out of jealousy!"

I thought Gibran would do it rudely because he was influenced by anger like many kisses he gave me but I was wrong because he turned so soft that my fear was gone when I see him smile.

He calmed me down, relieved me of the pain that had previously felt like torture and brought me when it was such an amazing feeling that I could not stop calling his name with a voice that was almost choked.

Not only me but Gibran also kept calling my name, calling it very softly, Pulling me into our sweet memories back when everything had not changed, when in this relationship there was only me with him.

That day Gibran was so happy to know I went to the same high school as him, he came running to my house and hugged me, the first hug after we became teenagers was no longer the children who were always scrambling for toys and attention.

"Just promise, whenever we can't be separated, you have to come with me wherever I go, understand me?"

I was stunned for a moment after hearing it, just as Gibran let go of his embrace. She smiled warmly at me while making me a little confused as to why she wanted me to keep following her.

"Why indeed? Everyone has their own path, Gibran?!" I asked who still did not fully understand the meaning of Gibran's speech.

"No! Whatever happens our path will always be the same! Promise me, Jasmine..."

"Let's promise!"

It felt happy, when our little fingers were both gently clinging together.

"That's dong, I guarantee you'll be happy!"

"Huhahah's... Just be careful if it makes me suffer!"

"Will not!"

"Loe is a bummer!"

"We're on the same level about the badass right, Jasmine!"

That'sthat's true! I can't dodge it anymore.

"Well, if I suffer, how!"

"If you suffer, it means I will suffer more."

When we made that promise, it felt like we were promising to be inseparable friends, as if the end of our story can be sure to be happy but unfortunately the promise flew a long time ago without being able to materialize, because you deny it so I choose another path...

"What do you think?" gibran's question managed to make me realize that I've just been drawn back to the grief that hasn't healed up to this second, but we've come this far, what does it mean that we are on the same path again now?

I wonder if we will finally meet happily this time?

"Jasmine..." Gibran called out to me once more, more gently than before while tidying up my messy hair. "You've already done this to me like me?"

"Not really..." Answer me smile no less soft.

 Gibran then looked at me, he still did not look satisfied with my answer even though he still grabbed my body which was currently under the same blanket as him.

"Jasmine..."

"Yes?"

"You cape?"

"A little bit..."

"You want to sleep?"

"Not yet sleepy..."

"I'm not sleepy either!"

I didn't think long when I said that because Gibran went straight back up my body with a meaningful smile and I seemed to know clearly what was on his mind right now.

It looks like tonight we won't be able to sleep as fast... Or maybe we'll never be able to sleep tonight.

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