Chapter 26
When I came to my senses, my face instantly turned bright red with embarrassment.
But Michael didn't stop. While kissing me intensely, he unhooked my bra. "Nancy, help me out."
My soft, full breasts bounced out with the trembling of my body.
Michael's eyes moved downward. He lowered his head to take my nipple in his mouth, while his other hand kneaded my breast forcefully.
"Don't..." I trembled all over from his touch, instinctively gasping and trying to stop him.
"Nancy, I'm really struggling here." Michael stopped and buried his head in my neck, his heavy breathing sounding in my ear.
I could feel his whole body burning hot. I was stunned for a moment, but still made my choice.
I reached my hand down toward him, shyly saying, "I'll use my hand to help you."
I unbuckled Michael's belt and explored deeper. When my fingertips touched that long, thick cock, I instinctively looked down.
At that moment, his cock was standing high and hard.
Feeling its heat, I pulled my hand back in fright, but the next second, Michael grabbed my hand again, pressing it to wrap around his entire length.
He looked into my eyes, breathing heavily, "Didn't you say you'd help me? Are you scared now?"
Having my thoughts called out, I felt even more embarrassed and buried my head tightly against his chest. "Who... who's scared?"
Michael laughed and guided my hand to stroke slowly.
I could clearly feel the veins bulging on his cock, even throbbing.
My whole face was burning red, and I didn't dare look at him.
This was my first time doing something like this.
My fingertips moved up and down as he guided them. He kept breathing heavily in comfort, his eyes shining.
"Nancy, you're so smart and amazing. Now move down and rub here for me."
As he spoke, Michael pulled my hand downward, making my palm cup the two round balls.
Following his instructions, I gently massaged the sac with my palm.
"Mmm... just like that." Michael taught me how to find the sensitive spots. By the time he finished, my hand felt like it wasn't my own anymore.
This man had such stamina - I didn't dare think about our future married life.
I flexed my hand joints, playfully complaining, "I think you brought me to see the wedding house today with other intentions. I'm exhausted."
Michael skillfully sat beside me, laid me down on the bed, and took the initiative to massage my hand. "I'm sorry, Nancy. I couldn't control myself."
I lay in his arms, accepting it as natural.
Whether I was too tired or something else, when I woke up again, it was already noon.
And Michael was no longer beside me.
Looking at the empty space next to me, I instinctively called out, "Michael."
But no one answered.
I got up and left the bedroom, only to unexpectedly find Michael wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen.
It looked like he was making lunch for me.
I didn't make a sound, just stood there quietly watching him.
Michael kept checking a cooking tutorial on his phone, then clumsily imitating it.
Watching him follow along, I felt a hint of anticipation.
But after just two minutes, the burning smell from the kitchen told me that anticipation was misplaced.
With his back to me, Michael muttered to himself, "The steps are all right, why doesn't it look the same?"
Seeing him looking so awkward yet funny, I felt touched.
No matter how Michael's cooking turned out, at least he was willing to put in the effort for me.
I quietly walked over and hugged him from behind. "Michael."
Michael's body stiffened. As if realizing something, he quickly led me away from the kitchen. "Nancy, don't come in here. The kitchen is no place for you."
As he spoke, he covered the failed dish with a pot lid.
But the state of the kitchen couldn't hide the results of his efforts.
I looked at him with amusement, softly coaxing, "I already know. I'm really touched that you're learning to cook for me."
"Really?" Michael's expression showed some emotion as he asked tentatively.
I smiled and nodded seriously again.
Michael was very happy, planting several kisses on my lips in succession.
And just then, my phone rang at an inopportune moment.
It was my mom calling.
Worried she might hear something, I quickly signaled Michael to be quiet.
After making sure, I answered with relief. "Mom, what's up?"
Once the call connected, I took the lead in asking about the situation.
My mom asked with concern, "Did you finish looking at the wedding house with Michael? I have something to tell you."
I instinctively glanced at Michael and answered honestly, "Yes, I'm quite satisfied. It's close to the office."
While I was talking to my mom, Michael's hand mischievously explored under my clothes.
Perhaps because he'd just been cooking, his hand was a bit cold.
The cool sensation made me let out a sound.
My mom heard something wrong from the phone and asked with concern, "Nancy, what's wrong?"
I freed one hand to swat away Michael's hand, pretending nothing was wrong. "I'm fine, Mom."
But my mom still sensed something was off and deliberately reminded me, "Even though you and Michael are engaged, you still need to maintain proper boundaries with certain things."
I immediately realized my mom had misunderstood.
I glared hard at Michael and urgently explained again, "Mom, it's not what you think. Michael and I really didn't do anything."
"Alright Nancy, I've been through it all, I understand. Just keep things appropriate, I won't interfere too much." My mom spoke in a knowing tone.
I suddenly felt like I couldn't explain it clearly no matter what.
Nothing had actually happened, but with my mom saying this, it felt like we'd done everything.
But before I could explain, my mom changed the subject. "Okay, Nancy, I'm calling about something important. There's a charity auction this weekend that's very important for the Smith family. You'll represent the family at the event. I'll have my assistant send you the invitation."
I immediately became serious and agreed. "I understand, Mom. I'll take it seriously."
Getting my answer, my mom hung up decisively.
As soon as the call ended, I immediately confronted Michael. "Michael, what were you doing just now? My mom totally misunderstood!" I said huffily.
Michael didn't seem concerned. Instead, he pinched my cheek and said with a smile, "So what if she misunderstood? We're already engaged. Don't overthink it, your mom won't say anything."
"It's all your fault. Oh, this is so embarrassing." I kept hitting Michael several times. He didn't dodge, just let me act cute and throw my little tantrum.
After I stopped, Michael looked at me and said seriously, "I'll go with you to the charity gala. I'll pay for whatever you buy."
Seeing his attitude, I deliberately said with displeasure, "Well, then I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistake."