A Love Reborn: Finding Romance Twice In One Lifetime
Chapter 41: WEDDING NIGHT 4

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: WEDDING NIGHT 4

"More fun? What could it be?" he couldn’t help but ask out loudly as his member twitched inside her.

For a moment there, he nearly released the load he had been hoarding. If he was easily released, wouldn’t he be known for being too fast?

Calista smiled slyly as she pulled herself away from Orson before pulling him up so that they were both seated while facing each other. And the posture made it very impossible for Orson to think straight.

But wasn’t Calista feeling the same way as he did?

"Ngh ...." She moaned as she closed her eyes, feeling that sword poking even deeper than where it was hitting before changing the posture.

Seeing her moaning like that, Orson raised his hips and thrust upwards, making her moan loudly as she opened her eyes, tears threatening to come out.

Seeing her like that, how could he wait for more fun than she had promised?

Finding the new posture to be acceptable and suitable for his newly found fetish tendencies. As he sat, Orson tightened his hold on her and began thrusting upwards without giving her a chance to breathe.

Calista could only helplessly clutch on his shoulders, tears streaming down as every thrust gave her a huge blow which made her body itch and tremble for the unknown.

With a few more strong thrusts, Calista was a goner and found herself gushing once again, but thankfully this time around, as if stimulated by her, Orson groaned heavily before sending his load deep into her.

The two sated spouses embraced each other as they both panted after such a strenuous activity.

Orson didn’t say a word but caressed her back as he calmed her down. As someone who wasn’t willing to suffer defeat and looking forward to the fun she had promised earlier, how could he go to sleep so early?

So, the couple rested for a while without saying anything to each other and if it wasn’t for Orson’s member strongly hardening inside Calista, who knew how long the two would remain that way?

Seeing that his state was recovering and that he was itching to have her again, Orson turned his wife’s head so that they were both facing each other.

Those pink lips were swollen from all the kissing and yet as he looked at them once again, he was tempted to capture them once again and make them worse. But with how she loved her face, wouldn’t she kill him once she was back in her right state the next day?

Regardless of that, he was a man on a mission and it was the perfect night to go wild, so without minding her resting state, he opened his mouth and asked shamelessly, "So wifey, are we still having that fun?" causing Calista to burst into a hearty peal of laughter.

Looking at the man who was as tough as her and didn’t want the night to end, Calista felt touched for some reason. At least he wasn’t complaining and didn’t seem to dislike the fact that she loved sex a lot.

The other men, or men who grew up with their patriarchal mentality, would have gone crazy and been calling her all sorts of names by now. Be it whether she was a courtesan, and a fox born to seduce men and born to satisfy men with her body? They would all think about anything just because she was a bit honest about what she wanted.

But Orson didn’t even question it. She wasn’t a fool and knew that by now Orson should have found out that she wasn’t a virgin, but he didn’t show any dissatisfaction.

She could guess that he must be curious about what was going on. After all, she had never mentioned anything about herself. Whether she was a maiden or once married before.

But that was something to worry about later. Now that he was curious about the fun she had suggested earlier, wouldn’t it be a major loss for her to let the chance go?

What if he changes his fetish, which seemed to have just sprouted and that chance vanishes forever?

So, after laughing for a while and spilling a few seductive moans as every time she laughed, that hardening member buried in her would react, Calista finally calmed herself down.

"Will you cooperate with me then?" as she wiped her tears, she asked firmly.

No matter what, she wouldn’t want Orson backing away after she set up the mood.

When he heard that, Orson looked at Calista strangely, wondering what she was up to. But seeing her not revealing anything, he knew that if he wanted to know what she was up to, the only way to achieve that was by agreeing to her conditions.

"This is our night and your night mostly, so whatever wifey says goes!" he was a very flexible man, especially when facing something that he desired greatly.

Seeing him agreeing, Calista blossomed, very happy that he was on the same page with her, that she gave the man a peck on the lips before pulling herself away from him.

The action caused a lot of dissatisfaction to Orson, who found the warm cave he didn’t want to part with getting further away from him.

But when he heard that pop sound as he fully got separated from her and the gushing milky liquid which flowed against her inner thighs, his attention was fixated there as he admired his work.

Calista ignored the man who was focusing on what he shouldn’t and swayed her energetically marked body away from the bed.

Orson’s eyes followed Calista’s and watched as she disappeared from the bedroom, only to return a moment later without any signs of what had happened earlier. At least in terms of the love liquids from the two of them.

Calista ignored Orson’s hot gaze and walked to the wardrobe where she rummaged for a while before taking out something that she had hidden for several years with a flushed face.

When Orson saw that flushed face, his body twitched as he had an inkling that Calista was probably up to something that he might either end up regretting or loving so much.

However, without seeing what she wanted to do next, how could he judge fast?

So, he who was always patient, patiently waited for Calista to do her thing and by the time she was done, Orson didn’t know how to feel or what to think.

’What am I doing? Where I am? And where did she see this?’ was all he could think about before the first lash landed on him.