It was a little over a week before the engagement and I was almost freaking out in my apartment, the only place I wasn’t suffocated with questions and pressure.

— Hi, love. - says Carlos entering the apartment. He lifts me off the couch and gives me a kiss that takes me off the air for a few moments, calming me down. I realize he’s in a great mood. Carlos smiles and says: — I’m on vacation!

— Yay! At least one good news today. – I say trying to avoid my irritation.

—And it’s not the only one. – says Carlos, holding my hand. He kneels and asks: — Dalia Penedo, will you spend seven days with me in San Sebastian?

That is the most indecent proposal I had ever received from Carlos, for two reasons: We are in the summer, an unbearable heat even with the air conditioning in the last is impossible to sleep, so going to a seaside town is a temptation. Just imagining the icy seawater gives me the creeps. Seven days alone with Carlos, without the intrusion of my parents and with our desire high, shakes our commitment considerably.

— So, what does it say to me ? - asks Carlos, curious.

—I say yes. – I answer, without encouragement. I turn away from Carlos and say: — The problem is how you will convince my father to authorize it.

***

— She won’t! - says my father, angry at Carlos' request. He practically screamed, actually to the point of making me listen from his office door. My daughter does not travel alone with her boyfriend.

— Excuse me, Ramon, I’m sorry. If you do not trust the future husband of your daughter who is here giving the word of honor, that will not do anything with your daughter. - begins Carlos, irritated. — Do not need to mark the date of marriage, or better, can unmake everything because there will be no more marriage.

I practically kicked in the door, coming in as I stared at them both. I can’t believe Carlos was going to end it all on a trip. My father faces Carlos and then lowers his head. I approach Carlos, holding in his hand. When my father looks back at both of us, I know what his next words are.

— You have proved to be a man of value, Carlos.- says my father. — I authorize you to travel, but I hope that your word will be fulfilled.

—And it will be. - guarantees Carlos.

What can I say? It was the best seven days of my life, totally alone with him. During the day, we would walk all over San Sebastian. We knew the old port of the city and the Playa de la Concha, the most beautiful urban beach in Spain. Our biggest problem was the night. As soon as we got to the inn, our fire would come up, almost impossible to put out. We almost had sex every night. So the only way to relieve the tension without breaking our commitment was oral sex.

Just like every night, we come kissing and tearing off our clothes. Carlos practically tears my dress, unbuttoning at once, noting that I was just wearing underwear underneath. He carries me and puts me to bed. He takes my panties off slowly. Then he comes back and lies beside me passing his hand without touching my skin , all over my body. Although I don’t feel his touch, the warmth of his hand emanates from my skin, making me shiver. He starts kissing my neck, down to my breasts, where he sucks them with fury. Then he takes off his shorts and lies down on me, surprising me. He had never dared to do that.

—Carlos... - I rebuke, but he takes my lips, preventing any argument on my part.

—Shhhh...- he says, touching my lips with his fingers. I suck them, staring at Carlos with his eyes closed. I feel his penis stiffen between my thighs. He opens his eyes and says: — Do not worry, I will not break our agreement.

He lowers his hand between my thigh and touches my clitoris, pressing very slowly. He kisses me and continues to explore every part of my body with his hands. Gradually he goes down, touching me only with his lips. Giving kisses and licks on my thighs to my groin, until I reach my big lips, passing the tongue inside and out of them. The feeling makes me squirm with pleasure and groan.

Then he explores my little lips, licking from top to bottom, driving me crazy. He walks away, blowing, then back to playing with my sex.

—Ahhh... Carlos ... more, please, more.- I implore, as I had never done until that moment.

He definitely saved everything he had for the last day. Then Carlos dives into my vagina and touches my clitoris with his soft tongue. He starts making circular motions ,slowly, around him. Then he starts making up and down motions, driving me crazy… He knows I’m close to cum and then kisses the tip of my slightly swollen clitoris. Carlos then proceeds to suck it delicately. It increases the pressure as my groans.

—I’m almost... - I whisper more to myself than to him to listen.

When I least expect it, Carlos puts his index finger inside me, making me widen my eyes. He starts to move his fingers and I help him put it all inside me. He then starts to penetrate me with his finger while sucking me. I feel my whole body shaking in a few minutes. I’m delirious with pleasure.

—Yesss , Carlos, this!!!- cry of pleasure, holding Carlos' hair tightly.

Gradually I feel my body arch. Carlos sucks me more willingly, savoring all my joy. I throw my body in bed, practically powerless.

—The pleasure was all mine. – says Carlos, standing up and lying next to me. He kisses my face and my lips.

I slide my hands until I find his erect penis. I smirk at Carlos and say:

— Now it’s my turn.

In our engagement were all forty people invited. The house of Julio had become a luxury, the way I imagined. I stop at the entrance, watching the scenery, where I saw Carlos for the first time. It was really amazing how in a few months they changed our lives. It doesn’t take long and Carlos comes up smiling at me. He comes towards me and kisses my hand.

—You look beautiful. - praises admiring the beautiful lace pink-tea dress that I chose for the evening.

—Thank you. - kissing your lips.

—It’s time for dinner. - my mother says, interrupting.

We sit at the table, side by side, when he gets up, giving another kiss in my hand and holding it.

— Thank you all for coming to the happiest night of my life. - says Carlos. Then he puts the beautiful diamond ring on my finger, surprising me. I had no idea that he had bought an engagement ring for me. He turns to everyone and goes on. - I must admit that I never thought I would be together with her, but she was very insistent. She said she would marry me in our first kiss. - he touches my chin and faces me saying. - I mean, it was worth this insistence of yours, because I fell in love with you Dalia and still am. Thank you for showing me that you were, are, and will always be the right person to be with me… forever and ever.

I’ve never cried so much in my entire life that I couldn’t control myself. My crying was so big that I had to pull myself together in the bathroom. But one thing I was sure of: Carlos is the man I belong to.

***

— That dress is not white! -says my father for the fifth wedding dress I chose. It had the pink tone and lace.

I take a deep breath and go back to the fitting room, irritated. I know you must be wondering: But wouldn’t decide the wedding dress be the role of the mother? Yes, but my mother traveled with my sister and we agreed that it would be better if my father went with me, which was a bad idea. That’s because I did not want to marry in white, because I was no longer a virgin. But my father didn’t think so. For him, it was either white or nothing. After that fifth, I got tired and put on my flowery dress. I came out of the fitting room willing to tell my father some pleasant truths… and that’s what I said:

—All right. - I start pointing my finger at him, under everyone’s curious eye. —The dress will be white, but I decide the model.

Mine just shook his head, amazed at my attitude. Never in all those years had I raised my voice to him. Eye looking for my consultant, who soon appears. I walk with her back to the macaws. Of all the dresses in the store, what I loved was a corset hopefully fall all embroidered in stones. In addition to a generous tail. As soon as my father saw me wearing the dress, he stood up, horrified.

—You wouldn’t be crazy to wear that dress inside a church. - exclaims my father.— Half of your breasts are coming out of it.

—I warned you. - I remind my father. The saleswoman is smiling at me. — That’s my dress. You can fix it for me.

***

It was a week before our wedding when people started asking us about our bachelor party. We agreed that we would do it together, giving a party in our new apartment, only for close friends. Our only demand for friends is to bring only the drinks that the rest were with us.

It was a very fun night, especially with the worldly stories of Julio. After he seduced everyone, I invited him to meet the rest of my apartment. As soon as we arrived in the room, I showed how full of gifts it was.

— Wow, Dalia. - Exhorts Julio , amazed. He throws himself on my bed and says. — And when will they debut the bed?

— Ahhh, if that bed spoke... - I joke, throwing myself next to him.

—You don’t think you’re jumping the gun ?- Julius asks me, surprising me. Of all of them, he was the one who supported me the most, and now he asks me this question. — Don’t get me wrong, I know this must all be a dream, but even the best dream can become a nightmare.

— I am not rushing. - I answer by getting up from bed. — He is the man I have chosen for me. And stop trying to get those doubts in my head.

And so I close the matter for good. Nothing and no one would disturb my happiness.

***

Our religious wedding was going to happen on the weekend, but we got married in civil on a beautiful sunny Thursday, only with the presence of my parents. As soon as we got married, my parents invited us to lunch. I couldn’t get enough of looking at Carlos, who is now my husband.

— Although they were married in the eyes of men, they were not married in the eyes of God.- says my father, inconvenient. — So no going home again, being alone.

But he could not imagine that a day later, Carlos would be sick, being forced to stay at my parents' house so that I could take care of him. My husband had a high fever and vomited all day. Deep down, I think it was just the nervousness of marriage. I take care of him all day, worried, because now that he’s so close to our dream, he gets sick. Did they put a curse on our relationship?

— I’m… sorry… a lot. – asks Carlos, with a lot of effort. His fever is very high, must be delirious.

—It’s not your fault.–I say, trying to reassure you.

—I love you, Dalia. - says Carlos, feverish.

—I love you, Carlos. - I respond promptly.

The other day I woke up worried, feared that Carlos had worsened. I got up and went straight to his room, that is empty. Then I head to the dining room table, where my parents, and he were drinking coffee. If someone told me, I would not believe that Carlos was sitting there as if nothing had happened. I sit next to him, admiring his incredible improvement.

— Today is the big day. - remembers my mother, smiling.

—Yes. - Carlos interacts, excited. —I’ll go home and finish setting things up.

— I go to the SPA with my mother and sister. - I say.

—See you tonight? - Jokes Carlos.

—No doubt. - I answer, giving a light kiss on his lips.

I spent the day at the SPA trying to relax, but I was very nervous and, at the same time, happy. I had finally achieved what I wanted most: to marry the man I had chosen.

I settled in at the SPA, under the emotional gaze of my mother and the proud of my sister. We arrived half an hour beyond the expected delay. Inside the car, I pray that I don’t cry too much and enjoy that day. My father touches my hand, making me open my eyes.

—It’s time. - warns my father, smiling.

***

Despite my fear, I entered the church smiling, and no tear dared to come down my face. My father handed me to Carlos, and my smile opened even more. I’m feeling like the happiest person on the planet. The pastor starts the ceremony, but I can’t even pay attention, just admiring how beautiful Carlos looks that night. He smiles at me several times and then comes the time of the vows, being initiated by Carlos, who says:

—I am committed to helping you to love life, to always embrace it with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands. I promise to speak when the words are needed and share the silence when they are not. I promise to disagree in agreeing on the cake. And live in the warmth of your heart. I promise to call home the space between your arms and kiss you every morning. Even if you are away from me, I will make you happy and want you to be happy. I promise you my eternal love. - ends by putting the ring on my finger.

After he says those beautiful words, it’s my turn. I spent a lot of time thinking about what to say, and those words were the ones that got closer than I wanted:

— When I met you, I was sure I had to go after what I wanted. I left my fears and faced everything and everyone just to be with you. I have overcome obstacles, cities and countries, but my love has only increased, every day more and every day differently. I loved you when you smiled; I loved you when you showed me how to live better. I loved you at the first look.- The ring is on your finger.

—By the power granted to me, I declare your husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.

Carlos pulls me into his arms and gives me a kiss so intense that it seemed to really want to make us one. Everyone clapped, and we started walking under that rain of rice.

The wedding party was at my parents' friends' restaurant. We danced our first waltz as a couple, we listened to the toasts of our indiscreet friends, photos and more photos. We cut the cake and everything was perfect until we looked at Carlos' pale face.

—Are you okay? - I ask, worried about the cold sweat coming from her forehead.

—I’m not feeling well. - says Carlos, practically running to the bathroom.

I still try to stay a little longer at the party, but I’m tired of taking pictures and seeing him like that. So I ask Julio and my friend Mercedes, who are practically swallowing each other, to take us to the hotel.

***

Our suite was beautiful, with red rose petals everywhere and an enormous heart in the bed. Carlos enters, practically dying. I was already convinced that I was not going to have a wedding night when Carlos hugged me:

—I’m fine, my love. Do not worry, I just need to take a medicine and finally alone.

— All right. - I answer, smiling.

I give him the medicine and go towards the bathroom to take a shower. Before I step in, my necessaire and take the big surprise of the night.

I take the tiara out of my hair and release them. Then I remove all the makeup and take a wonderful shower. When I go out, I wear the white lace lingerie with the sock specially chosen for that night. I look in the mirror and I’m perfect.

I leave the bathroom and do not turn on the bedroom light ,leaving only my shadow to report my presence. I lean back on the portal and ask provocatively:

— It took me too long, my love?

The only answer I get is my husband’s snoring is still in his tuxedo, sleeping in our bed.

My wish is to wake you. I spent ten long months waiting for that moment when it would be all his, and I don’t think it’s fair that he makes me go without my wedding night. I sit next to him and touch his forehead. He’s feverish, and it makes me give up on my plans. I put Carlos in bed and cover him, go back to the bathroom and take off the lingerie. I lie next to him, turning off the lights. As soon as I get ready in bed, the fatigue takes over me and I end up sleeping.

In the middle of the night, I feel someone touching my breasts, which makes me jump into bed, since I’m used to sleeping alone all my life and had forgotten that I was now married. Carlos pulls me back and, smiling, tells me:

— Shhhhh... I’m just feeling my wife. I want to see and feel everything I’ve been denied all these long months.

He lays me down on the bed and turns on the lamp, admiring me as if it was the first time he had seen me naked. Carlos rips off his clothes, almost desperate, and lies down again, begins to kiss me and touch my whole body, making me shiver. He smiles and says, caressing my lips:

— So beautiful... I believe we don’t need foreplay. We’ve done it for a lifetime. – He spreads my legs, lying between them. In a quick and intense movement, he penetrates me, closing his eyes to find me aroused: — You... are so hot...

The rhythm is frenetic from the beginning. We look like two rabbits with an insatiable thirst for pleasure. Between groans and touches, we kiss in love. I watch her expression of pleasure every time she crawls all over me. My hands bring him closer to my body. I bite his shoulder; I scratch his back, making him accelerate the pace even more. The rhythm is so intense that I groan, scream and beg for more, being answered promptly. It does not take long and our climax reaches the point that Carlos trembles to the maximum and collapse in my arms. Hug my husband, panting, we have the perfect fit.

Carlos gets up and looks at me in a sly way, making me look confused. He lifts me off the bed, turns me on all fours, caresses my back and pulls my hip close to him and shoves himself inside me once more, making me groan in surprise:

—But already...? - I ask, amazed at the vigor of my husband. He pulls my hair, making me approach him and kisses me intensely.

— I want to enjoy at the ... maximum... Now ... you ... are ... my ... wife. - Carlos answers, holding me by the hip and penetrating me without the slightest pity. Then he orders: — Lift this ass for me.

I do what he says promptly. Carlos holds my hair in his hand and pulls as it penetrates deeper. Pick up the pace as you hit my ass, merciless. Hold me by the shoulder and lift me from the bed. My husband pulls my head against his and kisses me as his hands explore me impatiently. It doesn’t take long, and he finds my clitoris stimulating him and increasing my excitement. Now he penetrated me and stimulated me simultaneously. I wanted to scream with pleasure, but Carlos totally took my mouth. My hard-on is so much that I start moving my own hip towards his, frantically. I feel him stiffening more and more until he punches me hard and makes me cum immediately. My legs tremble as Carlos kisses my sweaty shoulders. We lie in bed exhausted, hugged amid our sweat. I kiss the closed eyes of Carlos, who keeps me glued to him with his arms around me.

— I love you. - I say even without knowing if he is awake. I caress his arm, slowly rising to his shoulders, then down his chest... I can’t believe he’s in there with me.

—I also love you.- replies Carlos, opening his greenish eyes. We spent a good time in silence, staring at us. He touches my lips, admiring. — You are beautiful, Dalia... I love you... I feel that I love you forever.

I hold my breath in front of that statement. I spent the last few months running after him, and now he’s there, man, like I never thought it would be... I also feel like I love him forever.

— We need to take a shower. - says Carlos, waking me up from my thoughts. He stands up and gives me a hand to get up too.

We walked hand in hand to the bathroom. He turns on the cold shower and pulls me into the box, making me scream at the contact of the icy water in my body. Carlos laughs at my grimace and then approaches me, giving a kiss as he takes the closed soap behind me.

— I will treat you as you deserve, my love. - says Carlos, touching my body with the sponge-bath and lathering slowly.

He massages my neck with the sponge, running his arms between mine, hugging me. I kiss her shoulders as my husband soaps my back up my ass. He pulls me away and starts lathering my breasts, my belly, and then stops smiling. Then I look down and find the reason: he came back. Carlos pulls my body close to his and kisses me as he takes me under the shower again. When he sees that I am without any foam, he lifts me in his arms and leans me against the wall, then he entangles my legs in his waist. He thrusts it with all his will, trapping me between the wall and his body. He stares at me and kisses me as I hold on his shoulders. The water helps even more in our horny. This time everything was slower, enjoying every moment... Carlos sticks me to the wall and kisses me as he shakes when he reaches the climax. Upon realizing that I was very close, he descends between my thighs and sucks my clitoris until I can no longer stand and moan with pleasure, almost falling over him.

— You are delicious, Dalia Penedo Salazar.- says Carlos, remembering my new married name.

He turns off the shower and leaves the bathroom to get the towel. Come back, dry my whole body and carry me back to bed, where in a few minutes we sleep with a spoon.

***

Sunlight invades the room, making me wake up. For a few moments, I still think that everything was just a dream, until I found the serene face of Carlos next to me. I smile and turn to the nightstand, taking a fright to see that the clock marked eight in the morning. We had less than an hour to get to the airport and go to our honeymoon. I shake Carlos' arm that does not move, desperate.

— Wake up, Carlos, we’re late!- shout shaking him that opens his eyes slowly, sleepily. I get up from the bed and run towards the bathroom to get ready. From there I keep rushing Carlos. - Fast love, we do not have much time... I can’t believe you’re in bed!- I scream to see Carlos still sleeping. I jump on the bed and start shaking him even more, making him wake up: — Come on, Carlos!

I run and pick up the clothes I left separately for the trip while Carlos gets ready in the bathroom. In twenty minutes, we are already in the taxi heading towards the airport. I look at the view of Barcelona, nervous. Then Carlos holds my hand, caressing gently.

— Everything will be all right. - guarantees my husband, calm. He smiles and asks: — What is our first stop?