“Kendal, were just so young and I just I’m not ready for this... I love you, I do... I just...”

I look at her in disbelief, we’ve been together for so long, to me anyway and we love each other, lived with one another for a year now and why isn’t she ready?

“Why?” My voice is scarily calm, almost cold.

“Were so young babe and we have so many things to experience; Were only 22 Ken. Do you know the statistics for couples who get married young? Very low and I just don’t want to be put in those statistics because I love you. And we don’t have to be married to be together forever.”

Numbers? That’s why she’s not ready? We may be young but we love each other, were loyal and trust each other completely. And what’s this ‘we have so many things to experience’? Couldn’t we do that together? We have good communication together; we fuck like rabbits still!! Why the hell isn’t she ready?! I don’t say anything to her as I walk away and quickly she picks her purse up that she dropped and rushes to catch up with me. We reach my car and I slam my door and she gets in beside me.

That night I will never forget. It’s too hard to for—

“Ken I’m back.”

Eva just walked through the door and interrupted my thoughts. I turn to the TV and the comedy show I was watching is long over and some new show has been on for a while. I don’t acknowledge her and she goes straight to our room to change from her work clothes. She’s the only one that works. I don’t know why though because she has money.

I just sit here still and decide to get up and get another beer from the fridge. The good thing about living in Canada is the beer here has a higher alcohol percentage than in the U.S. which means I can get drunk faster. Eva doesn’t like liquor in the house so it has to be beer. I walk back to the couch and flip to guide on the TV while I open my beer with my teeth because opening it with my hand hurts too much

She comes back out and looks to the couch where I’m sitting drinking my beer. She decides to come sit next to me and truth be told, I don’t want her there on my now bed.

“Babe, how was your day?”

A simple question she asks every time she comes home from work. I turn my head towards her and stare at her. She’s so beautiful.

“You’re beautiful.” I speak my thoughts.

I want her and I’m going to have her. Basically, this is what the two weeks has been like since I asked her to marry me and got rejected; we fight, fuck or ignore each other. So right now I choose fuck. She gives me a slight smile.

“Thanks.” She says quietly.

She looks from me to the several beer bottles on the table. I know my breathe reeks of beer but I don’t care. I lean forward and kiss her pink fluffy lips with my own. It’s soft at first but I deepen it as I feel myself getting turned on. I may not be able to open a beer bottle with my hands, but I can lift Eva. I break the kiss fast and grab under her thighs signifying that I want her to wrap her legs around my waist.

“Take off your shirt.”

I command her as we make our way to the bedroom. I haven’t slept in here since that night, but I will fuck her in here. She throws her shirt in the hallway and I kick open the door and slam her against it. I search for her lips in the darkness of our room and the only light is from the open curtain letting the sun in. I force my tongue in her mouth and begin to rock against her. I love doing this to her. Were both wearing sweats and I can just about feel her. Since I want to feel more I grab again under her thighs and pull them from around my back. There suspended in the air with the support of my hands successfully opening her up to me more. I push my pelvis directly against hers and start moving up and down. She moans to the air and after a few minutes of this, I re wrap her legs around my back and move her towards the bed. Before I push her gently on it, I tell her to take off her pants and she does willingly. She’s in a bra and panties. I take of my sweats and wife beater and have only panties on. I push her on the bed and fall on top of her gently. I quickly move to take off her bra so I can feel her against me fully. When her bra is on the floor, I press my chest against hers and we both moan slightly. I look in her eyes but look away quickly to move my mouth down to her neck and suck furiously on her soft spot; marking her. Ever since that night I feel like I’m losing her and this is just something I can do to ease my worry, but only a small amount. As I pull away to look at my mark I gave her she says my name,

 “Kendal,” It’s not a moan or a question, but it forces me to look up at her.

“I love you,” She declares.

“I love you too” I whisper barely loud enough for us to hear.

Then I continue my journey down her body. I reach her soft perky breast and stare at them hungrily. I love her breasts. There perfect and luscious. I look up to see her looking down at me and I lick around her areola, but never touching her nipple. Her nipples are extremely sensitive which for our first time, was a bonus for me because I was a virgin.

I keep doing that, daring her to look away. Lately when we have sex, I haven’t been able to look her in the eyes for long, but now, for some reason this feels like our last time. Which I know it’s not. It’s a weird feeling.

“Please Ken,” She pleads with me.

I love hearing my name roll off those plump lips. I give into her and suck her left nipple into my watering mouth. She feels so good in my mouth its driving me insane.

“Yes babe, just like that.” She moans.

I switch to the other breast but this time licking her areola a few times only then sucking her nipple hard in my mouth. She takes a quick in take of breath and I look up to see her head tilted slightly back, her mouth open slightly. I feel like there is no need for major foreplay here, so I kiss each breast with love then move down to her stomach.