It's been six months since I moved into the Jackson house after my father had been arrested, and they've been the best months of my life. I finally feel like I have a real home.

We've been going steady for about two years now, although we've loved each other much longer than that- it just took a little while for us to act on it out of fear of messing our friendship up if it didn't work. But the day Daniel found out about my father's abusive tendencies was the day we first kissed. A year and a half ago, I turned 18 and was legally able to move out from my father's house without his permission. They very day I became 18 I told him I was moving out and will be going to live with Daniel and his family. This enraged him so much he crossed a line that I had never imagined he would even try to. It was a miracle I was able to stop him before he was able to rape me, although it was close. That night the police arrested him and shipped him to New York where he was wanted for the murder of my mother. That was the last I saw of him; I won't have to testify to the court because he plead guilty, and was sentenced to life in prison.

It's the end of the day, and I've been helping Daniel's ma, Ruth, and his sister, Alice, with cleaning out the next house over- it was Daniel's grandmother's but she died a few months ago. Daniel and his father, Jack, have been working out on the farm and as it starts to get dark, they come inside. It's been decided that Daniel and I are to move into this house- if we get married first. Daniel already asked me three months ago, and it was one of the, if not the, happiest moment of my life. We've been waiting until I graduate from high school, Daniel graduated last year being a year older than me. After my last day of school, we're going to the local church. It's going to just be Daniel's family and a few close friends attending, so we don't need a lot of time to organize it, but Ruth did want to do something special.

When Daniel and Jack come inside, Daniel comes to me a gives me a kiss before helping move a few boxes.

"Well, that's the last of it," Ruth says, looking around at our hard work.

"Looks perfect ma," Daniel says and kisses her cheek and his sister's before coming to stand by me again, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"Well, you better go clean up before you have to leave," Ruth says. Daniel and I are going to meet up with a few friends that just came back into town for our wedding.

"Yes ma'am," Daniel says, kissing my cheek and rushing upstairs. Most of our things are here; as we took out grandma's things, we put ours in. One week and a wedding and we'll be able to move the rest of our things in here. Daniel's parents didn't think it appropriate for us to be living in the same house, with just us two before we got married, although we have stayed here alone before. And tonight is going to be one of those nights.

Four hours later, Daniel drives us home after meeting our friends. I'm in the passenger seat, and am leaning my head against the window, drifting off to sleep. When the car stops I open my eyes and sit up, yawning and wiping at my eyes. My door opens and I jump, not realizing Daniel had even gotten out of the car yet. I hear him chuckle and glare lightly at him, but the effect is taken away by how I yawn.

"Come on darlin'," he says and helps me out of the car before bending over and picking me up bridal style. I yelp and see him smile as he carries me up the wooden stairs and to the front door. He puts me down and I steady myself by holding onto his shoulder. He unlocks the door and pulls me inside. I flick on the lights as he closes and locks the door. He comes over to me and I lift my arms over his shoulders, connecting my hands behind his neck. He pushes up to me and puts his hands on the top of my hips.

"One week," I say.

He smiles. "Seven days, and then you'll be mine."

"I'm already yours," I say, leaning forward to press my lips to his. It's chaste, a just barely there brush of our lips. It warms my stomach though, and he leans back an inch. My eyes flutter all over his face, taking in his features. His eyes are a clear blue, sparkling with happiness, and something else I recognize; lust.

I lean up and kiss him, this time not so chastely, and move my lips over his, trying to make the kiss deeper than before. He responds eagerly, not wasting anytime pushing his tongue into my mouth when I part my lips. His hands move to grip my upper arms and he pushes me back against the wall. I almost stumble and separate my hands to grasp his shoulders to keep my balance. My back hits the wall and I lean my head back against it, Daniel pressing forward. He dips the tips of his fingers into my skirt until they find the edge of my shirt I have tucked into it. As he pulls it free and starts to unbutton it, he stops and looks at me intensely.

Instead of giving him an answer to his silent question of whether or not he has permission to continue, I just touch his hands and move them to the next button. He smiles a little and undoes the rest of the buttons on my top, kissing me again passionately. I push forward a little to shrug out of my shirt. He helps push it down my arms and out of the way. It falls down my legs and onto the floor. I then slide my fingers along the hem of his shirt and he lifts it over his head, throwing it to the floor as well.

I can tell my face is red; not from embarrassment, but from want as a heat envelops me. Daniel steps back toward me, pressing his front against mine. I easily let him dominate our scorching kiss and feel my knees start to weaken with its intensity. He snakes a hand around my waist, pulling me into him. I can feel the beginning of his erection, and he walks backward, dragging me with him against his chest.

I kick off my shoes and he follows suit. He then takes my hand and runs up the stairs. I run after him, up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom. The door is open and he stops at the doorway, turning back toward me and takes my hand that's in his and putting it on his lower back. He puts a hand on my cheek and I take my other hand and cover his. I turn my face and kiss the inside of his palm as he stares at me with complete love, not lust, but love. He rubs his thumb against my cheekbone and shuffles closer. His face is just a few inches from mine, and getting slowly closer until it's just a few millimeters away.

"I love you Lilly," he breathes out softly.

"I love you too Daniel," I say, my heart nearly aching with just how much love I have for him, and I know he loves me just as much. He closes the remaining distance between us and kisses my lips again. It starts out soft, loving, and then transforms into one filled with passion and heat. We stagger a little into the room and his hands on my back slowly trail down, rubbing circles and patterns on them as they go, until he reaches my skirt. He fiddles with the hem a little, once more pausing to give me a chance to stop him. I really love that he's so considerate, but right now the last thing I want him to do is stop.

Instead of waiting for him to come to the conclusion that I want this, I just push my skirt off myself, stepping out of it when it lands on the floor. He chuckles and puts his hands back on my skin. One of them moves up to the clasp on my bra and a few seconds later he's still fiddling with it. I break our new kiss and giggle into his chest.

"You think after all the times I've gotten this off, I'd be able to do it without looking by now," he mutters, which just makes me laugh harder.

I look up at his expression and he's play glaring at me, so I try to stop laughing and say halfheartedly, "Sorry."

He just raises an eyebrow and I extract myself from his arms, turning around to let him see what he's doing. He undoes the hook at the back and I feel the bra loosen. I raise my arms to get it off the rest of the way, but his hands grab mine and push them back to my side.

I frown, confused, but Daniel just moves closer, putting himself flush up against me. His hands slide around my hips to my lower stomach and one starts to move up. His touch is just barely there and it leaves goose bumps in its wake. He presses a light kiss to my shoulder, and I shiver. He places kisses all up and down my shoulder, then my neck. His hand reaches the underside of my right breast and not knowing what to do with my hands; I just put them flat on my thighs. His hand slips under the cloth of my bra and I shudder as he traces around my breast, then as he kneads it and squeezes lightly. As he does that to my other breast, he sucks on a place on my shoulder, nipping at it. His other hand moves down to my underwear, stopping and dipping his fingers underneath them a few times, teasingly. I'm breathing heavily in anticipation and his hand finally goes all the way under. He twists his fingers in the small amount of hair I have there and I shudder. His hand on my breast moves back down to my stomach, holding me more firmly against him. We've done a few things like this before-never sex, just fingers and mouths-, and he knows how overwhelmed I sometimes can get and he doesn't want me to fall.

He buries his face in my hair and his fingers find my folds, completely bypassing my pearl. I sigh internally, realizing this is because I laughed at him earlier most likely. He usually isn't like this, though he has been rarely.

He uses two fingers to part my folds, rubbing at the entrance there a few times. I'm wet, very much so by now, and he spreads it around a little before dipping one finger into me. It doesn't get far before he pulls it back out. He does this a few times, each time getting a little farther in. Then when he pulls them out, they don't come back, the just trace circles around the very place I want them the most. I groan and the back of my head hits his shoulder. I feel more than hear him laugh quietly to himself before his hand moves. I jolt as his fingers suddenly slide into me. My hands leave my sides and grip onto his arm that's around my stomach. He tightens this arm around me as he moves his fingers inside me. He twists them and spreads them apart, stretching me farther. The heat is overwhelming all over my body and I'm gasping now for breath. His thumb rubs against my pearl and my hips buck into his hand. He moves with me and presses his fingers into me as far as he can, pressing down hard on my pearl, moving his thumb over it hurriedly as his fingers work fast inside me too. A second later I let go of his arm and grab his hand that's down my shorts. I pull it out and spin in his arms, grasping his shoulders and kissing him hard. Controlling what we do in these situations is always a little out of my comfort zone, but he told me he doesn't mind it, even enjoys it a little. So that's what I do; instead of having him control the kiss, I do, and he willingly let's me. My tongue is in his mouth, and I undo his belt. Unlike him, I manage to get it in a few seconds, although my hands are shaking a little with anticipation and lust, and it takes me a little longer than I would like.

I throw his belt on the floor after getting it free and undo the button and zipper of his pants. He takes it from there, stepping away from me to push them down. He kicks them to the side and as soon as he does I'm kissing him and pushing him backward toward the bed. When he hits it, he sits, putting a hand behind him as he does so. I keep standing, my arms around his neck now and I let go of having control, wanting him to lead now. He does, pulling me onto his lap so I'm sitting on his thighs. My arms fold down around his shoulders now with how close we get, my breasts pushing up against his chest. I then realize I still have my bra on and he seems to realize too because he's then pushing the straps down my shoulders. He does it one at a time, slowly, leaving a trail of kisses behind as he does so. After it falls to the floor, he kisses the top of both my breasts, bringing one hand around to my abdomen as he leaves a wet trail up my chest to my neck. He breathes me in, moving my hair to get at the side of my neck. I just hold onto his shoulders, shifting on his lap and feel his hard on pressing into my thigh. My brain then realizes that I've been ignoring him this whole time.

His hand goes under my shorts again, this time finding my ass and pulling me closer as he leans back. I let go of his shoulders, realizing what he's doing, and as he lies down, I put my forearms on the bed. I could probably lay right on him I'm so light, but then it would be much harder to get to the places between us.

After another steamy kiss, I shift a little to get a hand under me. I press against his abs, which are defined from his hours working on the farm. Then my hand goes down to his shorts, shimmying them down enough to get his member free. Once it's free, it straightens up, hitting my stomach. When I wrap my hand around its base, Daniel lets out a quiet moan. If this had been a few years ago, I would've been embarrassed beyond belief at doing this; not so much anymore.

I slowly run my hand up and back down his shaft. It's so warm, and thick. I remember how surprised I was when I first saw it. I slide down his body until my face is level with it. My eyes flick up to Daniel's face and he's watching me, his gaze clouded with love but more so want.

I slide my hand back down his prick and my other hand fiddles with his sac, getting a small groan from him. I then have a quick debate with myself before licking a stripe up his shaft. His back arches and I squeeze on the base of his member until his hips come back down. When they do I find his eyes are closed tightly, his hands fisting the sheets. I then take the head of his erection in my mouth, sucking a little. He tenses, trying not to push into my mouth, but when I take him in a little deeper, he does. I choke and pull back. My hand comes to my mouth as I cough.

He sits up quickly and his hands pull me to him by my shoulders. "I'm sorry darlin'. I didn't mean to."

I look at him and see all the lust from earlier gone, and the only emotion he's showing is pure concern. It makes me smile and I say, "I know, I know. It's alright love. Just wasn't expecting it."

He rubs my back as I let out a few more coughs. When they stop, he kisses me sweetly before whispering, "Well, let me make it up to you."

Before I can really comprehend it, I'm on my back with him over me. He sits back, taking his briefs off all the way and tossing them to the floor. I move up the bed until I'm sitting up a little and he then moves up my body, putting kisses on my skin as he goes until he reaches my mouth. I'm so consumed with the searing kiss that I don't notice him pulling my underwear down until they're at my ankles. I kick them off and his hands move up my legs to the juncture between my thighs. He pauses, nipping at my neck again before his thumbs touch my folds. He sinks one of his thumbs inside and I whimper at the gentle touch.

"Shh, shh, I got you," he whispers in my ear. My hands move from the sheets to his back. Luckily my nails aren't too long, so he won't have any scratches- probably.

He removes his thumb, replacing it with another finger, going deeper into me. His other hand spreads my legs a little, bending my knee up. My eyes are closed but I open them when I no longer feel his kisses or his breath on my neck. He's moved back and is lying on his stomach. One hand is grasping my shin as the other pushes his finger in and out of me. He moves his face up to my core and looks up at me. We've only done this once before, and it was a little…awkward before, but it felt great. I just nod and he leans forward, his tongue darting out to lick at my pearl. I arch my back when he does this. He also adds another finger, pumping them in and out at a relaxed pace.

His hand on my leg goes to my pearl, tweaking it along with his tongue. He pinches there lightly and let out a loud pleasurable sigh, biting my lip. I'm practically shaking by now and as he sucks at my pearl, biting a little and moves his fingers in me faster. It feels like an electric shock runs through me and I gasp for breath. I then realize something, my eyebrows furrowing. I blink at how my sudden conclusion isn't surprising but rather… obvious, like I knew it all along, but it wasn't till now that I truly realized it.

"Wait, Daniel, stop," I say and he does so immediately. He looks up at me with worry as I sit up, scooting down toward him.

"What is it? Did I hurt you?" he asks genuinely alarmed and I almost laugh.

"No, no," I say smiling, "I just…I realized I want to do something else."

He looks at me, his face creasing in confusion.

"I…I, um," I clear my throat, a slight blush coming over me as I try to think about how to put this into words.

"Lilly," he says, rubbing his arms up and down my arms. "What is it darlin'? Just say it, you know I won't judge."

I smile, knowing of course he wouldn't, and take one of his hands. I look down at our hands are our fingers entwine and say, "I… I want…you."

He still looks confused when I look back up at him. "You have me."

"No," I say starting to get frustrated. "Up until now we've only… we've only used our hands and… mouths. I want to… to try the… real thing."

His eyebrows rise in realization, then surprise. "Are-are you sure?"

I nod, smiling now and say, "Perfectly sure."

He leans over and kisses me, making me lean back a little with the force of it. One of his hands rub the back of my neck, the other going to the small of my back, drawing me toward him until I sit forward on my knees over his lap. My hands flutter a little until they settle on his shoulders.

We both break the kiss at the same time, out of breath. He puts his forehead to mine and asks, "How do you want to do this?"

I breathe out nervously before answering. "On my back, I want you over me."

He stares into my eyes before kissing me again, slowly and passionately as he pushes me onto my back. His body is covering mine, his forearms supporting himself so he doesn't crush me. His member presses into my stomach, his pre-cum smearing there on my skin.

I'm nervous- not scared, just nervous. I know that if I tell him to stop or wait, he will. He's deathly afraid of hurting me; he'd rather cut off his own arm than cause me even a few seconds of pain. But we both know it could hurt a little, and I trust him to listen to me if I tell him it hurts too much.

His fingers go back to my core, sliding one finger in easily. A few seconds later he adds another one, kissing at my neck and touching my breasts with his other hand. Adding a third finger creates a slight burn that quickly goes away.

I'm so much hotter than before and am shaking with want and anticipation. One of my hands is gripping the sheets, the other in his hair, running through it as he sucks at my neck. A slight pain stings there as he bites a little harder and I gasp. It turns into a soft moan, the pain just adding to my arousal.

His fingers leave me and my eyes blink open as he shifts over me. He sits up a little, looking downward and the tip of his manhood touches my entrance. He settles back over me, his skin covering mine, and his thumb strokes my cheek.

"You sure?" he asks again, making me smile lovingly at him.

"Completely," I say, my hand running through his hair. "Just go slow."

"I will," he promises and touches out lips together. My eyes slide closed and he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking at it. He moves his hips forward, his member pressing into me. A pressure builds and I ignore it, instead focusing on our kiss. It doesn't hurt so much as it's uncomfortable. He rocks his hips forward just a little and the pressure increases, making me hiss before it gives and he slips inside me.

I tighten my grip on his shoulders; the stretch burns. I inhale sharply and he stills.

"Lilly?" he asks.

"I'm alright; it's just a little uncomfortable. Just…give me a second," I say and he doesn't move, except to kiss my nose, then lips. He puts his arms under mine, lifting my shoulders off the bed a little. I move my arms around his back, one going to his back, the other to his neck.

"Okay," I whisper. Daniel looks at me, straight into my eyes, and presses forward again. The pain increases, the burning coming again and I move under him, grasping his shoulders tighter, and my eyebrows scrunching as I breathe in and out slowly. He stops again, realizing my discomfort.

"Just give me a second," I breathe out. "You're a little…big."

I see him smirk a little before concern overtakes his expression again. He rubs his hand along my side soothingly. "Do you want to stop?"

"No," I say instantly. "Keep going, please."

I want this, badly, and a little pain isn't going to make me change my mind.

Daniel keeps watching my face, looking for any signs of discomfort as he moves forward, slowly filling me inch by inch. It burns and I feel so full when he stops, fully inside me.

I let out a slow breath and he kisses me sweetly as he pulls back out, and then pushes back in. There's still a stretch, but he moves slow and after a few more thrusts, the burn mostly goes away and instead it starts to feel good.

My knees come further up and hug his hips as my grip on his shoulders lessens. I start to gasp and moan in pleasure as he slides in and out of me.

"Daniel," I whisper.

His arms hook under my back and sit me up, dragging me so I'm kneeling over his lap. He moves one hand down to my ass to help me rock with him as he slowly thrusts in and out of me. I hold onto him as he slides in even deeper, the angle changed and he hits a spot that makes me cry out.

I throw my head back when he moves his head down and takes one of my breasts into his mouth. I run my hand through his hair, grasping the strands just to hold onto something.

"Lilly, I'm-" he chokes out.

I'm not close, but I know he's trying to tell me he is. "It's okay, go ahead."

And almost like he needs my permission, he shudders and thrusts one last time into me, burying himself as deep as he can. I shiver as I feel his hot seed shoot into me. His head falls forward onto my shoulder, turning his face to my neck and breathing in deep. I'm also having trouble breathing, my hands moving over his back and shoulders, slick with sweat.

I feel myself start to calm down; I didn't come but I still feel satisfied and exhausted.

"Sorry," he murmurs into my neck.

"For what?" I ask, my eyebrows scrunching true confusion.

"You didn't get to come," he says, picking his head up to look at me.

I rub his neck, using a thumb to trace along his jaw. "I don't care, it was still amazing."

He looks at me a tad taken aback before smiling and pulling me in closer to kiss me. When it ends I shift back to look at him better and he slips out of me a little, making me take a sharp inhale of air. I'm still pretty sensitive after being brought to such a high state of arousal and he grins at me.

I look at him wearily, wondering what devious thing he's thinking of now before he pushes me back against the bed with a laugh.

"Daniel! What are you-" I don't get to finish my question as he pulls himself out of me. I gasp, my back arching, and he puts one arm under me flat.

"You know me darlin', I don't like to come if you don't," he says before drawing patterns on my abdomen as he slowly, teasingly drags his hand downward. I shiver when his fingers reach the hair above the place I really want him and sigh when they do finally reach that place.

His seed is leaking out of me, and when it hits the air it cools down on my hot skin. I almost yell out, arching off of the bed when three of Daniel's fingers push right into me, his come letting them slide in easily. In less than a second his fingers are knuckle deep into me. I bite my hand to keep my moans in as his sets a fast pace, his hand moving so quick it leaves me writhing on the sheets. But then I feel his arm under me leave and he's pulling my hand away from my mouth.

"I want to hear you," he says and I shudder as another wave of lust fills me at the roughness to his voice. His eyes are watching my every move, and I can tell he's getting aroused again just by watching me. It fills me with a sort of pride knowing I am doing that to him. But my eyes leave his face as they roll back when he curls his fingers in me and press them upward. My hips move up with his hand and he pushes them back down. He holds them down when they try to buck up again when his tongue runs over my pearl. The rough texture of it plays on the used nerves there and I'm a little shocked when a large orgasm sweeps over me.

I yell out his name, "Daniel! Oh god!"

I'm left panting and twisting in the bed as the pleasure completely overwhelms me, leaving my body not knowing what to do with the overpowering sensations. My eyes are squeezed shut as his fingers continue to relentlessly pump in me. My muscles contract and release; shocks run up and down my spine.

His fingers suddenly leave me and I feel his comforting weight settle over me. His hand hooks under my right knee and drags it up to my chest. I open my eyes to see what he's doing when something- I know it's not his fingers- positions itself at my entrance.

I only have half a second to realize what it is before his member thrusts all the way into me in one fast movement. My hands claw at his back, my body once again not knowing exactly how to cope with the overstimulation.

"Daniel," I whimper.

"I got you darlin'," he murmurs back, thrusting into me hard and fast. We've never done anything quite like this before- quick and a little rough I mean. I have to admit I like it.

I tilt my head back as his lips suck at my neck, his teeth running lightly over my skin. It isn't long before he's making me come again. This time I swear I black out from the force of it. My vision goes dark and I can't feel anything but him inside me and his lips and hands roaming over me. I think I shout something, probably his name, but I can't really hear myself when I say it.

He keeps thrusting all the way through my orgasm until he himself comes again. He stutters to a halt before pushing all the way into me as hot bursts of his seed fill me back up again. I sigh as I come down from my high and at the feeling of his liquid filling me as it coats my inner walls. It leaves me with a satisfied feeling, and one of complete and utter exhaustion.

He let's go of my leg and it relaxes back on the sheets, my body not having the strength to do anything else but sink into the bed. Daniel hasn't moved from over me, but I know he's just as spent as I am. He kisses the valley between my breasts, like I'm made of glass, before kissing him way up to my lips. After a slow and utterly sweet kiss, he shifts to sit up, but I pull him back down.

"Don't," I say, "Not yet."

He smiles and settles back over me, placing his head in the space between my shoulder and my neck. One hand is at my waist and he comfortingly traces circles on my hip. He kisses my neck again, his tongue running over the mark he left earlier. I smile at the show of possessiveness. Some wouldn't, but I love being known as his.

His other arm snakes around my back, hugging me as close as he can to his own body, and a feeling of safety and love envelops me. I sigh in contentment, my own arms wrapping around his body.

"Go to sleep," he says, kissing my neck one last time before he himself closes his eyes.

I'm out in less than a minute.