“I do to, but…” Dally starts.
“But what?” آپ ask. آپ were lying on the بستر اگلے 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 آپ hurt you.”
“What do آپ mean?”
He pauses, and rolls on his side to look آپ in the eye. “I love you. You’re the first girl I’ve actually loved. When I’m around آپ you, it’s like my world has so much مزید meaning. So آپ know… If we bang, there going to be so much مزید emotional. It’s wont just be having sex… It will be making love. And I know I sound like a forty سال old man, but it’s the truth. I wouldn’t want to do it with آپ 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 love you. I want آپ to have my kids. I want آپ to love me as much as I love you. I don’t want آپ to give up this part of you, for the fear I may end up failing you.” He says, finally looking away.
“Dally…” آپ whisper. “I love آپ that much to. That is why I want to do this.”
He bites his lip, looking آپ over. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. I’ll tell آپ I love آپ the whole way through.”
آپ lean over, kissing him, gently at first, then getting مزید passionate. Your fingers start running through his hair, his hands on your hips.
His شرٹ, قمیض was already of, and he now was pulling of your dress, gently.
آپ reach down to undo his بیلٹ, پٹی and slid off his pants.
“You sure you-” he starts, concern in his voice.
“Shh.” آپ command. آپ roll over on سب, سب سے اوپر of him, straddling him. آپ reach behind you, unclamping your bra, slowly taking it off, and tossing it down.
آپ smile down at him. He just bites his lip, looking آپ over.
He rolls over so he’s on سب, سب سے اوپر now. He slowly slides down your panties.
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.” آپ whisper, as آپ tug his boxers down.
“Just… Tell me if I hurt you.” He says, looking away.
آپ just nod your head as he slides into you.
آپ gasp quietly, not expecting it.
“Oh my god, are آپ ok?” The fear is drawn on his face.
“Keep going.” آپ say.
He shakes his head, but gives another thrust; each one gentle, but getting faster and faster. آپ moan as he hits your spot each time. آپ dig your nails into his back.
“I… Love… You.” He says, heavily breathing.
And then آپ both hit your high, and he falls onto you, still gently.
“I love آپ too.” آپ whisper.
“Hmmm… Merry Christmas.” آپ mumble.
“I got all of Danny’s presents under the tree.” He says, snuggling down into the بستر a little more.
“Did آپ remember the football?” آپ ask.
“Yeah, I remembered that. It’s the best gift.” He smiles. “He’ll love it.”
“Yeah…” آپ mumble.
“Before آپ fall back asleep, I have a present for you.” He whispers to you.
“Mhmm?”
He leans over you, دکھانا آپ a black box.
آپ open it, to see the most beautiful necklace.
“It was my mom’s.” he mutters. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I love it.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”
