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cheek. "I don't but one of us has to behave like a sexually responsible adult."
"Why when this is so much more rewarding?" he asked, slipping a hand under the sheet to find and stroke my slit.
I bit my lip and trembled. "I already told you I don't want to be a single mom."
"You won't be," he said, leaning close to kiss my neck as he stroked his fingers along my pussy.
"You'd marry me?"
He slipped his fingers inside me and gently pumped them. "If that's what you want...yes."
The words offered no comfort. While I believed that he'd keep his word and marry me if I ended up pregnant, I had no desire for such a marriage. How could I possibly be happy married to him knowing he didn't love me and had only married me because he had to?
I pushed against his shoulders.
He responded by pulling the sheet away from my body and quickly pinning me to the bed.
I stared up at him, hoping none of my hurt or dismay was apparent.
He pressed a long, slow kiss against my lips before rising to his feet. Capturing my gaze, he quickly undressed and slipped back into bed with me.
Despite my reservations, I warily welcomed him into my arms when he kissed me. I wasn't sure how much effort I'd have to exert to keep him from trying to fuck me completely raw. However, he surprised me and kept his word. He didn't have another condom so we just cuddled.
Lying in his embrace with his lips brushing my forehead and his hands gently touching and caressing me, I struggled to keep our relationship in prospective. It would have been so easy for me to imagine something warm and wonderful was happening between us. My mind knew better—even if my treacherous heart didn't.
* * *
Sherlyn
The following weeks were so magical for me I felt almost as if I were living in a fairytale come true again. And I was scared because I didn't have a good track record when it came to having my fairytales end happily. Still, I decided to work through my fears and enjoy every second of it. Just having the freedom to touch him as often as I liked or to lean down and kiss him as I walked pass was thrilling.
He invariably responded to such overtures by pulling me down into his arms and kissing me breathless. When we came up for air, he'd fill my ears and heart with delight by telling me how sweet and sensual I was. Such good times almost atoned for the years when I'd been in love with him alone. While I knew he was still not in love with me, the nights I spent in his arms filled me with wonder. They also made me ache for what I knew we would never have together—a true fairytale happy ever after ending.
But I could not deny I was having the time of my life with him. He was a skillful, passionate lover and an attentive suitor. Whenever we showered together, he sang to me. Nearly everything he sang was always off-key, but I loved hearing him sing love songs in his tuneless baritone.
I teared up every time he sang that old Marveletts song, You're My Remedy to me. I had fond memories of my father singing it to my mom just before he told her he loved her. The first time Darkwater sang it to me while we showered, I had to struggle not to view it as a sign that he would love me always—as my dad had loved my mom until they both died.
I knew he didn't love me, but on the nights we spent together, I pretended he did. Oh, yeah those hot nights. He made me burn for him night after night and then deliciously put out the fire. With him I felt every bit as sexually desired as I'd felt with Don.
When we dined out, we encountered many beautiful blondes, but there was never a moment when I felt as if I didn't have his full attention. I never worried that I'd return from refreshing my makeup to find him staring at another woman. While together, he made me feel as if I were the only woman in the world worth being with or looking at.
Darkwater was as generous with his money as he was with his sexual attentions. He showered me with gifts and praises that made me feel desirable and
"Why when this is so much more rewarding?" he asked, slipping a hand under the sheet to find and stroke my slit.
I bit my lip and trembled. "I already told you I don't want to be a single mom."
"You won't be," he said, leaning close to kiss my neck as he stroked his fingers along my pussy.
"You'd marry me?"
He slipped his fingers inside me and gently pumped them. "If that's what you want...yes."
The words offered no comfort. While I believed that he'd keep his word and marry me if I ended up pregnant, I had no desire for such a marriage. How could I possibly be happy married to him knowing he didn't love me and had only married me because he had to?
I pushed against his shoulders.
He responded by pulling the sheet away from my body and quickly pinning me to the bed.
I stared up at him, hoping none of my hurt or dismay was apparent.
He pressed a long, slow kiss against my lips before rising to his feet. Capturing my gaze, he quickly undressed and slipped back into bed with me.
Despite my reservations, I warily welcomed him into my arms when he kissed me. I wasn't sure how much effort I'd have to exert to keep him from trying to fuck me completely raw. However, he surprised me and kept his word. He didn't have another condom so we just cuddled.
Lying in his embrace with his lips brushing my forehead and his hands gently touching and caressing me, I struggled to keep our relationship in prospective. It would have been so easy for me to imagine something warm and wonderful was happening between us. My mind knew better—even if my treacherous heart didn't.
* * *
Sherlyn
The following weeks were so magical for me I felt almost as if I were living in a fairytale come true again. And I was scared because I didn't have a good track record when it came to having my fairytales end happily. Still, I decided to work through my fears and enjoy every second of it. Just having the freedom to touch him as often as I liked or to lean down and kiss him as I walked pass was thrilling.
He invariably responded to such overtures by pulling me down into his arms and kissing me breathless. When we came up for air, he'd fill my ears and heart with delight by telling me how sweet and sensual I was. Such good times almost atoned for the years when I'd been in love with him alone. While I knew he was still not in love with me, the nights I spent in his arms filled me with wonder. They also made me ache for what I knew we would never have together—a true fairytale happy ever after ending.
But I could not deny I was having the time of my life with him. He was a skillful, passionate lover and an attentive suitor. Whenever we showered together, he sang to me. Nearly everything he sang was always off-key, but I loved hearing him sing love songs in his tuneless baritone.
I teared up every time he sang that old Marveletts song, You're My Remedy to me. I had fond memories of my father singing it to my mom just before he told her he loved her. The first time Darkwater sang it to me while we showered, I had to struggle not to view it as a sign that he would love me always—as my dad had loved my mom until they both died.
I knew he didn't love me, but on the nights we spent together, I pretended he did. Oh, yeah those hot nights. He made me burn for him night after night and then deliciously put out the fire. With him I felt every bit as sexually desired as I'd felt with Don.
When we dined out, we encountered many beautiful blondes, but there was never a moment when I felt as if I didn't have his full attention. I never worried that I'd return from refreshing my makeup to find him staring at another woman. While together, he made me feel as if I were the only woman in the world worth being with or looking at.
Darkwater was as generous with his money as he was with his sexual attentions. He showered me with gifts and praises that made me feel desirable and
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