“I want to.” You say.
“I do to, but…” Dally starts.
“But what?” You ask. You were lying on the cama seguinte to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll it won’t hurt that bad…”
“No… I mean I don’t want to hurt you hurt you.”
“What do you mean?”
He pauses, and rolls on his side to look you in the eye. “I amor you. You’re the first girl I’ve actually loved. When I’m around you you, it’s like my world has so much mais meaning. So you know… If we bang, there going to be so much mais emotional. It’s wont just be having sex… It will be making love. And I know I sound like a forty ano old man, but it’s the truth. I wouldn’t want to do it with you because you’re hot, which I wanted to do when I first met you. Now, I want to do it because you’re beautiful, and I amor you. I want you to have my kids. I want you to amor me as much as I amor you. I don’t want you to give up this part of you, for the fear I may end up failing you.” He says, finally looking away.
“Dally…” You whisper. “I amor you that much to. That is why I want to do this.”
He bites his lip, looking you over. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. I’ll tell you I amor you the whole way through.”
You lean over, beijar him, gently at first, then getting mais passionate. Your fingers start running through his hair, his hands on your hips.
His camisa was already of, and he now was pulling of your dress, gently.
You reach down to undo his cinto, correia and slid off his pants.
“You sure you-” he starts, concern in his voice.
“Shh.” You command. You roll over on topo, início of him, straddling him. You reach behind you, unclamping your bra, slowly taking it off, and tossing it down.
You smile down at him. He just bites his lip, looking you over.
He rolls over so he’s on topo, início now. He slowly slides down your panties.
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.” You whisper, as you tug his boxers down.
“Just… Tell me if I hurt you.” He says, looking away.
You just nod your head as he slides into you.
You gasp quietly, not expecting it.
“Oh my god, are you ok?” The fear is drawn on his face.
“Keep going.” You say.
He shakes his head, but gives another thrust; each one gentle, but getting faster and faster. You moan as he hits your spot each time. You dig your nails into his back.
“I… Love… You.” He says, heavily breathing.
And then you both hit your high, and he falls onto you, still gently.
“I amor you too.” You whisper.
“I do to, but…” Dally starts.
“But what?” You ask. You were lying on the cama seguinte to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll it won’t hurt that bad…”
“No… I mean I don’t want to hurt you hurt you.”
“What do you mean?”
He pauses, and rolls on his side to look you in the eye. “I amor you. You’re the first girl I’ve actually loved. When I’m around you you, it’s like my world has so much mais meaning. So you know… If we bang, there going to be so much mais emotional. It’s wont just be having sex… It will be making love. And I know I sound like a forty ano old man, but it’s the truth. I wouldn’t want to do it with you because you’re hot, which I wanted to do when I first met you. Now, I want to do it because you’re beautiful, and I amor you. I want you to have my kids. I want you to amor me as much as I amor you. I don’t want you to give up this part of you, for the fear I may end up failing you.” He says, finally looking away.
“Dally…” You whisper. “I amor you that much to. That is why I want to do this.”
He bites his lip, looking you over. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. I’ll tell you I amor you the whole way through.”
You lean over, beijar him, gently at first, then getting mais passionate. Your fingers start running through his hair, his hands on your hips.
His camisa was already of, and he now was pulling of your dress, gently.
You reach down to undo his cinto, correia and slid off his pants.
“You sure you-” he starts, concern in his voice.
“Shh.” You command. You roll over on topo, início of him, straddling him. You reach behind you, unclamping your bra, slowly taking it off, and tossing it down.
You smile down at him. He just bites his lip, looking you over.
He rolls over so he’s on topo, início now. He slowly slides down your panties.
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.” You whisper, as you tug his boxers down.
“Just… Tell me if I hurt you.” He says, looking away.
You just nod your head as he slides into you.
You gasp quietly, not expecting it.
“Oh my god, are you ok?” The fear is drawn on his face.
“Keep going.” You say.
He shakes his head, but gives another thrust; each one gentle, but getting faster and faster. You moan as he hits your spot each time. You dig your nails into his back.
“I… Love… You.” He says, heavily breathing.
And then you both hit your high, and he falls onto you, still gently.
“I amor you too.” You whisper.
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Will you please tell me why?” You were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. You were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and you loose it. You put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, oi everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks you up an places you in his lap.
He rocks you back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He mutters into your hair.
“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” You say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” You smile.
He looks up at you in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the sofá to face you.
You just smile.
He scoops you up into a giant hug.
How were you going to tell him you got laid off?
Y’all needed money… You had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course you had to lose your job.
You walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. You were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of you sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” You mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. You don’t have to…” You start.
“No.. I’d make mais money than you would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
You turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” you laugh, as you lean down to scoop the snow.
You are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. You fogo back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles you into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” You laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
You were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
You start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are you cold?”
“Yeah.” You nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” you smile.