DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 119

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Chapter 119

Daisy

It was one of those perfect lazy holiday Saturdays-cool, cloudy, and raining steadily outside. The kind of days shole world felt soft and muffled. Norman and I were curled up on the big sectional couch in the bring thick blanket. The lights were dimmed low. A romantic comedy played on the TV, but I wasn’t really paying

mymore.

A big bowl of popcorn sat between us. Every now and then one of us would reach for a handful our fingersbrusking ittle touch sent a quiet spark through me.

Norman shifted closer, his arm sliding around my shoulders. I leaned into his side. resting my head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady and warm beneath my ear. The rain pattered gently against the windows, creating a soothing that made everything feel safe and intimate.

You know,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, “I could stay like this forever. Just you, me, the rain, and bad moves

I smiled, tilting my head up to look at him. “Even the bad ones?”

Especially the bad ones,” he said, his eyes warm as they met mine. “Because then I get to watch you instead of the screen

My heart fluttered. I reached up and brushed my fingers along his jaw. “You’re such a smooth talker. Norman White

“Only for you,” he whispered.

The movie faded into background noise. He leaned down slowly, giving me time to meet him halfway. Our lips brushed once, soft and tentative, then again, deeper. The kiss was gentle at first. It was slow, sweet, and full of quiet affection. His hand cupped the back of my head, fingers threading gently through my hair. I sighed into his mouth, melting against hirm

The kiss gradually grew warmer. His tongue traced my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I opened for him, and the taste of buttery popcorn mixed with something that was purely Norman. Heat began to pool low in my belly. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his soft t-shirt.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, breathing a little heavier.

“Daisy…” His voice was rougher now, laced with want.

I didn’t want to talk anymore. I kissed him again, deeper, and hungrier. He groaned softly into my mouth and suddenly moved, sliding one arm under my knees and the other around my back. In one smooth motion he lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing.

I laughed softly against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Where are we going?”

Bedroom,” he murmured, already walking. “I need you closer.”

the carried me down the hallway, still kissing me between steps – slow, lingering kisses that made my toes curl. When we rached the bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind us and gently laid me down on the bed. The sheets were cool against my back. Rain continued to drum steadily on the roof, creating a private cocoon around us.

Norman hovered

over me,

but still so tender. He brushed a strand of hair from my face.

You’re so h

He kissed me again, slow and

while his hands began to explore. He slipped them under my shirt, palms gliding over

thumbs circling my nipples through my bra until they

my stomach and up to my is touch was reverent

hardened. I arched into him

a soft moan.

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Piece by piece, he undressed me. Every new inch of skin he revealed, he kissed breasts, the soft curve of my stomach. When I was completely bare beneath him, he took his time looking at me, eyes full of

my collarbone, the valley between my awe and hunger.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said quietly.

He shed his own clothes slowly, letting me watch every movement. When he was naked, I reached for him, running my hands over his broad chest and down his toned abs. His cock was already hard, thick, and flushed. I wrapped my finger around him and stroked slowly. He groaned, hips twitching into my touch.

Norman settled between my thighs, Kissing me deeply again as his fingers found my core. He teased me gently, circling my clit, sliding one finger, then two inside me, curling them just right. I moaned into his mouth, hips rocking/against his hand. He took his time, building the pleasure gradually until I was trembling and gasping beneath him.

When I was dripping and ready, he positioned himself at my entrance. He looked into my eyes as he slowly pushed in inch by inch, stretching me open with that perfect, delicious burn. We both moaned when he bottomed out, fully seated inside

He stayed still for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, letting us both feel the connection.

Then he started moving – slow, deep thrusts that made the bed creak softly. Every stroke was deliberate, grinding against my clit on the way in. The wet, intimate sounds of our bodies joining filled the room, mixing beautifully with the rain outside.

Norman…” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He kissed me again sweetly, passionate, and full of love, while his hips rolled in a steady rhythm. His hands roamed over my body, caressing, squeezing, worshipping. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every pulse.

The pleasure built gradually, like a wave rising higher and higher. My moans grew sweeter, breathier. His thrusts stayed deep and rhythmic, never rushing, drawing it out until we were both trembling on the edge.

When the orgasm finally crashed over me, it was intense and beautiful. I cried out his name, clenching around him as waves of pleasure rolled through me. He followed moments later, groaning deeply as he spilled inside me, hips pressing flush against mine.

We stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.

He kissed my forehead, then my lips, soft and lingering.

“I love you,” he whispered against my skin.

“I love you too,” I breathed back, holding him close.

Outside, the rain continued to fall steadily, gently, and perfectly.

And in his arms, everything felt exactly right.

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