Modern Love 2: The After Years

Too Good

Too Good

After a year of struggle, pain, and grief, Daryl finally feels the weight of pain off his shoulders. In a year, he's become patient, in love, wide to many situations.

"You gonna take all day in that shower or do I have to come in there?" God how he loves her checkin up on him.

"You could've joined me ya know." Toweling off, Daryl hears the door click open.

"You know I had to make those phone calls. If we're gonna meet the adoption agent tomorrow, I needed to double check on what to bring." She's fiddling with her engagement ring. She's been nervous for a few months. They're not even married yet, and she has fifty million things to think about and to do. Adopting a child, being one of them.

"Honey, sit down. You look sick again." He guides her down on the side of the tub. Kneeling in front of her, he rubs her upper thighs through his pj pants that he has claimed as hers since she moved in with him. "Yer makin' yerself so nervous. Just breath."

"Huhh, I know. It's jus' I really want this to work for us."

"I know. I do too. A child will do us some good around here. And Moose an Dasty, sure as hell won't mind." Kissing her lush lips, he remembers why he loves her so much. It just feels right to be with her.

She leans forward and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders. She doesn't expect him to stand up, taking her with him and leaving his towel on the floor. He carries her to their bed and lays her down gently. He's been more careful with her since she lost the baby and found out she pretty much has no chance f having kids.

"Oo, I know that look Daryl. And I don't like it."

"Yer a lil brat, ya know that. And you better get used to this look before our honeymoon. Cause it comes right before this." He straddles her and kisses her neck and jaw. She arches into him and moans. He slips off her pants and underwear, leaving her shirt on and presses himself against her wet sex.

"Shirt." She moans and he holds her up and slides her out of her (his) shirt. He borrows everything of his now. One day he even caught her wearing his boxers. He found it super sexy.

He caresses her breasts and suckles them lightly. God how she loves his mouth on her. He seductively bites at her and she moans with elation.

Sliding inside her, he feels her already for him. He starts his pacing slow and soon picks up as he watches her facial expressions become more intricate and sexual. He loves when she lets her mouth drop in pleasure and her eyes close. He knows when she's close to cumming, because she makes an o shape with her mouth and her eyes basically roll back into her head.

"Ahhh! Oooooo Daryl.... Mmmm, yes!"

"Uhhh oh my.....ye....yes. Shit! Beth...." He pumps harder into her, pressing past her comfort zone and farther into her. Their pelvises clash and they feel truly together.

"Ahh, I'm so close... Nmmmm Daryl!"
There's the face. The o and the eyes rolling. He pumps harder and she explodes. It takes less than 5 seconds before he cums inside her. Kissing her before pulling out, he looks in her blue eyes. She's his heaven and his hope. His life and eternal happiness.

"I think, we're getting too good for this. Haha." She rolls over and lays partly on his chest. She thumbs his pectoral muscle on his left side. She knows she'll never be able to be with someone other than him. He is her atmosphere, oxygen, water, and heartbeat. The day she loses him, is the day she murders a man.