I smiled and once again kissed those lips once again. She moaned into my mouth. Her hands went down from my hair to my chest. I felt pleased when she touched my chest and moaned but I felt disappointed when I knew we had to stop.
I was not used to stopping when it came to women. I never did. However, she was different than the others. She was my flower. She was my corazón.
"We have to stop"
"No, we do not. I gave myself to you. You can take me now"
"No, I cannot. I want you to wait until we are wed"
"You want to marry me?"
"Yes, I do. Is that a problem?"
"No, but I only just began to know you"
"My dear if you know me well enough to give yourself to me, then being wed to me should cause no problem. Also, I will not marry you today or tomorrow, so we have time to get to know one ano
