Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



At this moment, Tarquin's heart was overflowing with emotions, but his kiss was extraordinarily gentle.

So gentle, it was almost cautious!

It was like how a kid savors their favorite slice of apple pie, wanting to devour it all at once yet not wanting the moment to end, savoring it bite by bite.

Or like a collector admiring a rare and precious artifact, movements filled with tenderness, as if afraid that even a slight pressure would cause damage.

Elysia's eyes were closed, her eyelashes fluttering gently.

Tarquin's kisses were usually straightforward, but today's unexpected gentleness, reminiscent of a first kiss, was all the more enticing, all the more heart-stirring.

It used to feel like he was kissing her with his body, but today, it felt like he was kissing her with his heart.

Elysia, nervous, clutched at the sides of Tarquin's shirt, letting him kiss her.

In the bedroom, the air was charged with an unsteady excitement, the temperature gradually rising, becoming hotter and hotter.

Their breathing became rapid, bodies intertwined, souls entangled, passion seeping into their bones.

Desire blazed within Tarquin, his body burning up, his lower abdomen uncomfortably tight, soon losing control.

His kisses became more assertive, his hands wandering restlessly over her body.

Through the thin layer of fabric, his hand moved from her waist down towards her thighs, lifting the hem of her shirt, his hand making its way inside.

His palm directly grasped Elysia's waist, the delightful sensation making Tarquin's heart race.

Elysia let out a soft moan almost making him surrender then and there!

His desire was palpable, eager, the kisses becoming wild, his hand starting to roam upwards.

The sounds of their heavy breathing and soft moans filled the room...

Suddenly, Elysia's eyes, which had been tightly shut, flew open, grabbing Tarquin's wrist with a flushed face, looking at him breathlessly, "No, we can't."

Tarquin swallowed hard, wanting her yet not daring to force anything, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the corners of his eyes reddening, "What's wrong?"

"I, I'm not ready, I..."

Suddenly, she thought of her estranged husband.

She didn't like him, but they were still not divorced, legally speaking, didn't that make Tarquin the other man?

No! That can't be!

She couldn't let him carry that label!

And it made her uncomfortable...

"I just remembered something, can you give me some time? Please don't be mad, I... I... It's not that I don't like you, or don't want to be with you... I have my reasons, I..."

Seeing her ramble on, trying to explain, Tarquin felt a pang of heartache.

Not wanting to hurt her meant he had to restrain himself.

He wanted her, but he had to hold back!

He wouldn't force her to do anything she wasn't ready for anymore!novelbin

Tarquin took a deep breath, laying on top of her without moving, knowing any movement could cause him to lose control.

"I'm not mad, if you don't want to, I won't touch you!"

Elysia's lips moved, unsure of how to respond.

Tarquin kissed her forehead, "I'll go to the bathroom for a bit, you stay here and relax."

He really needed to cool down, heading to the bathroom to take care of his frustration.

After Tarquin left, Elysia covered her head with the blanket, only her eyes peeking out. She felt both shy and sorry for him.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, she was an adult with natural desires...

But the sudden thought of her husband made it hard for her to proceed.

She felt awkward and guilty towards Tarquin.

Caught up in the whirlwind of love, she hadn't thought about the fact that she was still married when she agreed to date him. It just hit her now!