Adalyn swam back to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. "I'll kill him," she laughed with her lower lip in her teeth. "Tell me his name and I'll kill him," she mimicked his reaction.
"Hahaha," he said. "Are you making fun of me, now?"
"Promise, I'm not," she lied. "I just like it when you are protective of me. No one has ever done that for me," she buried her fingers in his head and was gently massaging him.
"I guess I'm getting this right; being a good husband to you," he kissed her face and then the other side of her face.
"Why haven't you…fucked me like you said you wanted to?" She asked.
"I want to do so many things to you, Adalyn. I don't even where to start from but each time I ask myself if you would like it if I touched you and what if I might get a baby in you after doing it. Are you ready to carry a child?"
"We can always use protection if I say I'm not ready," she suggested.
"There's that," it took a while for him to answer.
