Everything was perfect in that honeymoon stage. She loved him, he loved her, it was good. Everything was good. She had found the love of her life, and it was him. He made her happy, despite what her friends said about him. She didn't care about any of that.
"You good baby?" He asks, rolling on his side to look at her. She nods, a tired smile on her face. She runs a hand through her tangled curls and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. He always made sure she was alright with everything he did. He put her before everything and everyone. She was happy. She'd give him anything he wanted and she knew he would do the same for her. "I love you." He says, his hand resting tenderly on her cheek.
"I love you too, Riley." She says, laying her head on his chest. He had just given her the best night of all her eighteen years.
That was another thing her friends hated. How older he was than her. He was only twenty five. That was seven years. It wasn't like she was underaged. But everyone thought he was using her because she was so young. Her friends warned her that he'd end up leaving her for a sixteen year old, and that was disgusting to her. He was not that type of person.
He wouldn't leave her for anyone, especially not some underaged girl. He was her man, and that's how things would stay.
"You want something to eat?"
"No. I'm sleepy." She says with a small smile and a yawn. He smirks, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her bare body to his.
They had met when she was seventeen. He was at this function she was at with her friends. It was thrown by one of the guys he knew, a college boy. Despite the girls being in high school, they went anyway, not caring a bit about the much older guys looking at them. Well, she was nervous. She didn't like being stared at. But her friend soaked it in and let all the looks go to her ego, which caused her to end up consuming a ton of drinks. Her friend was all over the place and she was a wallflower, watching her friend from afar.
He had walked up to her, confused. He knew she was young, and he told her that. She had denied it at first, telling him she was nineteen, but he saw right through her. The two had talked, gotten acquainted with each other and exchanged numbers. Once her friend started walking upstairs with this one dude, she felt as if it was time to leave and dragged her friend off.
The two had talked over the phone, and she told him the truth and he backed off. At first, she was hurt when he stopped texting to, claiming she was underaged and he wasn't going to jail again, but she could understand. It hurt worse when she would hang with her friend and see him riding around with other females. So on her eighteenth birthday, she showed up to his door and told him what was up.
They've been together ever since.
"I tired you out?" He mutters, pressing his face into her hair. She nods, snuggling deeper into the embrace. This was that next level cuddling. They had cuddled and fallen asleep in each other's arms before, but never naked. But, then again, this was her first time. And he most likely wanted to make the most of it for her. He wanted her to feel comfortable and loved, which he did everyday, but this was different.
She felt much warmer than before, and much closer to him than ever. She lifts her leg and wraps his around his waist making him inhale sharply. "Don't start something you to tired to finish bae." He mutters into her hair, placing his hand on her thigh. She smiles, pressing herself closer to him, and in one fluid motion, she was on her back, he was on top of her and pressing kisses to her bruised neck.
He was the king of hickies. She knew there were some all over her neck and chest and her thighs. Without another word, he eased into her making her hiss.
She didn't care at the moment that he wasn't wearing any form of protection and she wasn't on any birth control. She was too caught up in the moment and his love and kisses. She's never had a boyfriend as serious as Riley, even though she's had longer relationships with other guys.
She had always believed in sex after marriage, but here she was, having unprotected sex with a man she's been with for ten months. But she was young, and in love. She didn't really understand what was going on fully.
She lets out a breath as he rolls off of her, pressing another kiss to her lips.
"You on something, baby?" He mutters and she frowns.
"What?" She says, still far gone.
"Birth control?"
"No." She breathes out and he lets out a huff.
"Aiight." He says, getting up. "Stay here and I'll get you some plan b."
"Don't leave me." She mutters, grabbing his arm and pulling her back to him. "Stay." She closes her eyes and he sighs, smiling and laying back down.