“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I fell asleep!” Then a thought hit me. “Why did you let me fall asleep?”
He chuckled. “Well, babe. I’m willing to bet you don’t get a lot of sleep, having to wake up in the middle of the night to nurse Ruthie. You needed some rest.”
“But, we didn’t—”
I trailed off without finishing my thought, so he pressed, “Didn’t what?”
“You know…”
He shook his head like he was confused. “No, sweetheart. I don’t.”
I whispered, “Have sex.”
A lopsided grin formed on his face. “I told you, I want to wait until we’re married. It’s only thirteen more days, babe.”
“And I told you there’s other things we can do, as you very well know, since you’ve done them to me—twice.” A thought hitme. “Is it because I’m not experienced? If you’re worried I won’t do a good job, I’ve already said I was open to suggestions.”
He sat up and tugged on my hand so I also sat up.
“Absolutely not. I’m not worried about thatat all. Our timing just hasn’t worked out—that’s it. There’s nothing more to it than that.”
“You should’ve woken me up today…”
His voice became stern. “No, I shouldn’t have. You needed your rest, and I can wait. Having you in my arms for two hours was enough. It wasmore thanenough—it was fucking perfect.”
I felt my eyes well up, and I blurted out on a long whine. “You don’t want me!” before bursting into tears.
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Alan
I couldn’t help but smile as I pulled my sweet future wife in for a hug.
“You couldn’t be more wrong. I want you so badly Iachefor you. But I have self-control and am capable of waiting to be with you because I know it will be worth the wait.”
“Oh god. What if it’s not?”
I kissed the top of her head. “It will be. Your body responds too perfectly to my touch for it not to be.”
Wait—is she worried my performance won’t be up to par?
She cleared up my internal question when she replied, “I just don’t want to disappoint you. How unfair would it be for you to give me my first orgasms, and I can’t make you come?”
“That one hundred percent is never going to happen.”
Wait. What did she say?
“You’d never had an orgasm before yesterday?”
She shook her head and I pressed, “Not even by yourself?”
“No. I always felt too guilty touching myself.”
“So, you probably don’t have a vibrator.”
“No!” She seemed offended that I’d even asked.
“Oh, babe. The first thing we’re doing once we’re married is shopping for toys for you.”
