He kissed her like she was broken. He kissed her like she was damaged fine china and he didn't want to break her any further. The feel of his lips on hers still made her mouth tingle and her stomach flutter with butterflies as his hand rested on the covered skin on her hip and his other hand cupped her face, but his movements were too soft.
Trey pushed her limits, tested how much she could take. Simple touches caused her entire body to explode, and his kisses were heated and passionate as if he couldn't get enough of her. But Wilmer wasn't like that. Of course he wasn't like that. He was Wilmer, not Trey. Wilmer treated her like damaged goods, and though she loved how gentle he was and how he would caress her and care for her as if she was the most delicate thing on Earth, it was boring. It didn't excite her. She was pushing almost seven months of pregnancy and she didn't want gentle. Her hormones didn't want to be caressed. She wanted hot, passionate love, but Wilmer didn't seem to want that as well.
She pulled away from him and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before meeting his eyes. Her lips weren't even swollen, but his were because she had been nibbling down on them before he would pull away and resume their kiss in the most boring way.
"Can you stop?" She questioned.
"Stop what?" He questioned as Demi slightly rolled her eyes and threw her hands into the air.
"Stop treating me like I'm gonna break at any second. Wil, I'm pregnant. You're not gonna break me if you kiss me with just a little bit of feeling," Demi said as Wilmer uncomfortably shifted on the huge bed in the middle of his room. He stared down at her neck for a few seconds before looking into her eyes again.
"Sorry, I just don't want to hurt you," Wilmer apologized, scratching the hair behind his neck before Demi pulled him into her again and connected their lips. She parted his mouth open with her tongue and let it roam inside of his mouth, their tongues connecting and disconnecting as she felt her hormones stirring up inside of her. She was only in a pair of leggings today and she couldn't stop herself from using one of her free hands to begin to push the confining fabric down her waist. She rose up on the bed and kicked them off before straddling Wilmer, but he pulled away before they could continue.
"Demi, I don't wanna-"
"You don't wanna have sex with me," she stated for him, her cheeks coloring red as she realized the position that they were in.
"No I don't, because then I'll get attached and you know, there's really not that great of a chance that we'll be together for a while so..."
Demi furrowed her eyebrows as he said that. What did he even mean by that?
"Wait," she climbed off of his lap and worked to put her leggings back on, "what do you mean we won't be together for a while?"
"You still love him-" she was about to cut him off again but he didn't let her. "You came back from visiting him and you have that necklace on. I know how much you earn and there's no way that you could afford a necklace like that. He's the father of your child and you still love him. I'm not having sex with you and getting even more attached than I already am just for you to run back to him like I know you will," Wilmer explained as Demi's lips formed a pout and she folded her arms across her chest in the best way that she could.
"But Wil-"
"NO!" She jumped as he raised his voice at her because she hadn't been expecting that at all. He had never raised his voice at her...ever.
"I don't understand why and I probably never will but you still love him, Demi. I'm setting myself up for failure by continuing this when I know that you're just gonna leave and go back to him. We should've just stayed friends. I know I don't know the whole story but you're in love with someone who has constantly manipulated you and I can't compete with that. We should've never taken this any further than a close friendship because that's what you need Demi. You need a friend, and that's all that I should've been to you," he finished off as she felt tears pooling in her eyes.
