a promise ring. part two 🐇💕🩰 part one ♡
he’s between her thighs past midnight as she’s blinking up at him, eyes full of tears. he’s gentle, endearing. ‘you’ve been pulling back from me ever since i gave you this ring.’ he’s holding her hand that’s adorned with it. loving how it looks on her finger. it’s true, and she’s been waiting for him to say something about it. ‘still wearing it though.’
‘i never want to take it off!’ she cries. ‘i just-!’
she’s looking down, toying with his shirt. he’s caressing her head. kissing it. ‘can tell me anything, love.’
‘i’m scared to disappoint you and i wish we were losing our virginities together so you could be bad too,’ she offers sadly.
tears fall down her cheeks. ‘what?’
he’s brushing them away with his thumbs. holding her face in his palms. ‘sex is about chemistry. if you love the person, it’s never bad.’
she’s blinking at him. ‘will you promise not to make fun of me after to your friends?…’
he leans his forehead on hers. ‘do you think i’m some sort of dickhead, love?’
‘no, you’re so sweet,’ she’s pouting.
‘would never make fun of you. we’ll learn together.’
she nods softly. sniffling. ‘okay..’
he’s smirking at her. ‘also, even when i was a virgin, i wasn’t bad in bed.’
she giggles. ‘of course you weren’t.’
he’s covering her face in sweet kisses. hates nothing more than when she cries. even if it’s happy tears it fills his body with fear and dread. the sight of it breaking him open. taking him back to memories he’s been suppressing since they occurred.
she’s batting her lashes at him. ‘make love to me now please,’ she begs softly.
he’s tugging his shirt off, flicking on the small lamp on her bedside table. it’s like an angel has just descended down from heaven leaving her speechless. she’s reaching her hands out to gently caress his arms and abs. pressing kisses to the scars on his chest and tracing them softly, making his body break out in goosebumps. he shivers beneath her ever-loving touch. ‘bunny,’ he breathes.
he’s brushing his nose against hers and she’s reaching for his mouth, tugging at the back of his neck and wrapping her legs around him.
being bullied and rejected her entire life has made her deeply insecure. she’s been crying herself to sleep with a sick lonely feeling in her gut since she could remember. the knowing that she’s unlovable and undesirable ever present and constantly ensured.
he’s caressing her thighs. tugging off her little, sheer lingerie dress, making her cheeks flush. she’s reaching for her stuffie. he’s smirking at her. ‘i’d prefer to be your stuffie, yeah?’
she's looking at him, processing that. she’s nodding. letting her stuffie remain half tucked beneath her pillow. she's touching his jaw and the slope of his nose, biting her lip, ever grateful he took a chance on her.
he's tugging off her panties, and she freezes. worried he’s not going to like what he sees.
she’s closing her eyes. anticipating the absolute worst.
he’s pressing warm kisses to her knees. gently prying apart her thighs. he moans at the sight of her throbbing cunt. already so wet and needy. he growls. pressing kisses to her inner thighs. she’s melting. ‘so beautiful, love. perfect, really.’
she beams. half hiding her cheek against the pillow. ‘you like?…’
she giggles, cheeks blushing more. even her ears feel hot.
he’s pressing wet sloppy kisses all on her mound. her lips. her entrance. until she aches so much she’s pushing her pussy at his mouth. he growls. taking the bait.
he’s licking on her clit. pressing kisses to it. and she’s trembling. jolts softly. he moans. ‘taste better than those cupcakes, bun.’
she’s biting back giggles. sitting up. ‘want to touch you.’
he’s taking her hand. putting it on his hard dick over his pants. she’s stroking him softly, unsure, looking up at him for approval. he’s giving her a soft nod. wrapping his hand around hers. keeping her there and making her hold him rougher. she’s biting her lip, likes watching him feel pleasured. loves being the one to make his eyes flutter. ‘si,’ she breathes.
she’s tugging his pants open. kissing his neck. joy and excitement eating at her lungs. ‘want to taste you,’ she beams sweetly. he’s nodding. dumb. warm all over.
moving to all fours, she’s holding his shaft, running her tongue over his weeping tip. sucking on him softly. surprised by his mild taste and how velvety smooth he is. it’s everything he knew it would be. he loves her so much that he doesn’t think he’s truly ever been in love before her. at least not to this degree.
she’s peeking up at him and he’s grabbing her. lying her back. she’s smiling. not so nervous anymore. he’s kissing her. telling her how perfect she is. two fingers circling her soaked entrance, she’s whimpering, her head falling back softly, fingers tugging at his neck and his ears and anything she can cling to. he’s pushing in one finger, following her body’s cues, and she’s welcoming it. ‘my girl,’ he husks, wrapping his hot mouth around her nipples.
‘want to marry you,’ she blurts out.
he nods. smiling. hand holding the back of her head.
she’s wrapping her hand around his length again. ‘need him.’ she’s maneuvering her body closer to him.
she’s stroking him. pushing him to her entrance. spreading her hole and fucking at him until he’s sliding in. her jaw falling open. the burn and stretch horrifying but intoxicating. she jolts back a little. tugging him out. questioning her life decisions.
his gentle hand caresses her face and she’s looking at him and pushing him back inside. he’s smiling at her. ‘doing great, love.’
she’s kissing him. tugging him down on top of her. feeling all warm and cozy inside. he’s thrusting shallow and gentle, watching her eyes roll behind her head. he gently coos at her.
it’s all beginning to feel euphoric. her body loving him and welcoming him. she’s so wet the entire room is full of the sound of their bodies meeting and all she can do is moan and cling to his arms.
he’s losing his breath. can feel her perfect heartbeat from inside of her. ‘we’re gonna have the most beautiful wedding,’ he tells her. pressing a kiss to her.
