My baby is still sleeping upstairs. We had sex a few more times last night, and he eat me out and I gave him a blowjob, and he fingered me.
Both of us agreed that anal is fucking nasty, but we both also said that if one of us changes our mind, we'll try it.
I threw his shirt on over my naked body.
Bacon is sizzling on the stove. I'm making eggs.
I feel arms slowly widen around my waist. I jump, gasping.
He rests his chin on my shoulder.
"I'm overjoyed that I'm going to wake up to you every day for the rest of my life."
I turn around and kiss him.
I'm so happy today.
He's amazing in bed, but I'm nervous that I'm not good.
"Can I ask you something?" I mumble.
"You want to know if you're good in bed?" he asks.
I frown.
"How'd you know I was gonna ask that?"
He smiles, shrugging.
"I don't know, I just know you."
"Well..." I trail off.
He kisses my cheek and hops up on the counter. He's wearing a clean pair of boxers.
"Button, you're excellent." He says.
"Are you just saying that because you're stuck with me?" I ask.
"No." he says. "I'm saying that because it's the truth."
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The wedding was on a Saturday, and we stopped the honeymoon early because we got bored.
It's family dinner Sunday at Brody's Grandma's.
Everyone is there.
Brody kisses my cheek.
"I love you." He says, opening the front door.
"I love you too." I smile.
Everyone is talking loudly. We go strolling into the living room.
"Why the fuck are you two here a week early?" Madison demands, shocked.
I shrug.
"We can continue what we were doing in our own house." I shrug.
Everyone grins knowingly.
Courtney comes storming into the house, clearly pissed off. Mrs. Marshall comes rushing after her.
"It's not that hard, Courtney!" she says.
"Says you! I wish fucking Dani was here! It's impossible." Courtney snaps. She grabs water from the kitchen and comes back into the living room. "Hey Dani, Brody." She starts to walk back to the door, and then she stops.
"Shouldn't you guys be fucking in a cabin somewhere?" she asks. "You have like...another week of that.""We can do that at home." Brody says.
She sighs, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"Well good, my sister is here." She grabs my wrist and starts to pull me outside.
Everyone follows to see what the fuck is going on.
"What are you so pissy about?" I ask.
"Mrs. Marshall is trying and failing at teaching me to do a piked tsukahara." She says. "And I'm getting really fucking pissed."
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Teen FictionDanielle and Brody are married. They're starting their life in Maine, together.