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And he would love her until death parted them. He didn't wish to even consider an end to what they had, and every time such thoughts crossed his mind he felt himself feeling sick. She was what had kept him out of harm's way, and she alone; without her he would have no purpose, he would be the meaningless boy from before, for the rest of his existence. Nothing could separate his heart from hers. Kansas often thought that if ever she betrayed him, be it with infidelity or essentially anything else, he would forgive her. Because he couldn't imagine his life without her, and it didn't matter what way she may try to hurt him. He'd rather live with pain than live without her. Maybe he was a pathetic excuse for a man, to depend upon her for his happiness; maybe it was simply the cost of love.
Her mere touch made his skin shiver with pleasure, delicious chill icing his nerves as her massaging hands worked his thigh, and traveled onward. Already the moisture of her flesh had hardened him, but now he could barely breathe, and was full of anticipation toward where her hand would go next. It was all he could do to focus on pleasuring her, but he didn't want to fail. His finger tenderly ran up and down her flesh, then smoothly entered her body. He moved his finger around the tight, wet space, the feel of her ever-dampening skin as pleasing as satin. Flicking several times against her most sensitive place, in a teasing way, he stopped without removing his hand, wanting to save the peak of her enjoyment for later. The alcohol had guided him into complete bliss; he wanted her so badly, but he knew that this would become beautiful no matter what.
And he would love her until death parted them. He didn't wish to even consider an end to what they had, and every time such thoughts crossed his mind he felt himself feeling sick. She was what had kept him out of harm's way, and she alone; without her he would have no purpose, he would be the meaningless boy from before, for the rest of his existence. Nothing could separate his heart from hers. Kansas often thought that if ever she betrayed him, be it with infidelity or essentially anything else, he would forgive her. Because he couldn't imagine his life without her, and it didn't matter what way she may try to hurt him. He'd rather live with pain than live without her. Maybe he was a pathetic excuse for a man, to depend upon her for his happiness; maybe it was simply the cost of love.
Her mere touch made his skin shiver with pleasure, delicious chill icing his nerves as her massaging hands worked his thigh, and traveled onward. Already the moisture of her flesh had hardened him, but now he could barely breathe, and was full of anticipation toward where her hand would go next. It was all he could do to focus on pleasuring her, but he didn't want to fail. His finger tenderly ran up and down her flesh, then smoothly entered her body. He moved his finger around the tight, wet space, the feel of her ever-dampening skin as pleasing as satin. Flicking several times against her most sensitive place, in a teasing way, he stopped without removing his hand, wanting to save the peak of her enjoyment for later. The alcohol had guided him into complete bliss; he wanted her so badly, but he knew that this would become beautiful no matter what.