DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 86

Loring her curves #6

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Bella

The restaurant was small and intimate, tucked away on a quiet street near campus Soft golden lights hung from the

ceiling in clusters, casting warm pools across the linen tablecloths A single violinist stood near our table, bow gliding over strings in a slow, romantic melody that made the air feel thicker and sweeter Darrell had insisted on this place. He sait it was “just dinner,” nothing special. But I knew better. He had been nervous all evening, fidgeting with his napkin, glancing at me too often, smiling in that soft, secret way that made my heart stutter.

I was in the middle of laughing at something he said when the music shifted. The violinist moved closer The melody slowed and became more tender. Darrell reached across the table and took both my hands in his. His palms were wareh His fingers trembled just slightly.

“Bella,” he said quietly.

The room seemed to hush around us. Even the clink of cutlery faded. I looked into his blue eyes–dark, steady, full of something so raw it stole my breath.

“I’ve spent the last year learning what love actually feels like,” he started. His voice was low, meant only for me. “It’s not the rush. It’s not the heat. It’s the quiet mornings when you’re still asleep and I watch you breathe. It’s the way you cry when you’re happy and the way you laugh when you’re sad. It’s holding you when the world feels like it’s ending. It’s knowing id give up everything–my job, my pride, my plans–just to keep you safe. To keep you mine.”

My throat tightened. Tears pricked my eyes before I even realized they were coming.

He let go of one hand and reached into his jacket pocket. When he pulled out the small velvet box, my heart stopped. He opened it. A simple diamond ring sat inside. It was small, elegant, sparkling under the lights like it had its own heartbeat.

“Bella,” he said again, his voice cracking just a little. “I want forever with you. I want every hard day and every good one. I want to build a life with you. Marry me. Please.”

The violinist played the final, perfect note. The room went silent.

Tears spilled over. I couldn’t stop them. My chest ached with so much feeling–love, grief for Mom, joy, fear, everything all at once. I nodded before I could speak.

“Yes,” I whispered. Then louder, laughing through tears. “Yes. Yes.”

The restaurant exploded in quiet cheers, applause, and a few whistles. The violinist started again, something bright and joyful. People smiled and clapped; some wiped their own eyes.

Darrell slid the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly. He stood, pulled me up with him, and kissed me deeply and, slowly, right there in front of everyone. His hands cupped my face. My arms wrapped around his neck. I tasted salt from my tears, warmth from him, and the promise of everything we’d fought for.

When we pulled apart, people were still clapping. Someone called out, “Congratulations!” We laughed breathlessly and happily. We even kissed again, softer this time.

We stayed for dessert, sharing bites of chocolate cake, stealing kisses between spoonfuls. Then we left hand in hand. Outside, the night air was cool after the rain. We strolled slowly, with no destination, just walking. His arm around my waist. My head on his shoulder. The ring caught the streetlights every few steps, sparkling like a tiny star.

We ended up in a quiet garden near the edge of campus. The benches were empty. Flowers still bloomed in the lamplight- pale roses, jasmine climbing the trellis. The air smelled sweet and green.

Darrell spread his jacket on the grass. We sank down together. I ended up straddling his lap, knees sinking into the soft earth on either side of his thighs. My dress rode up my legs, the hem bunching at my hips. The cool night air brushed my exposed skin. His hands settled on my waist, warm palms sliding under the fabric to rest on bare skin. I could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat through his shirt.

We kissed slowly, our lips brushing, breaths mingling. Then deeper. His tongue slipped past my lips, tasting faintly of the wine from dinner–rich and a little sweet. My fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently. His hands roamed up my thighs, calloused fingertips tracing slow paths over my skin, raising goosebumps everywhere they touched. He kissed down my neck, open–mouthed and hot. His teeth grazed my collarbone His breath fanned across my throat in warm puffs that made me shiver.

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He eased me back onto the grass. The jacket because my pack, but the cool dampness still seeped through in places. Willow branches swayed overhead, leaves rustling like whispers. He knelt between my legs and pushed my dress

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up to my waist. His fingers hooked into my panties and pulled them down slowly inch by inch until they slipped off my ankles and disappeared into the grass.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and hungry in the low light. Then he spread my thighs wider. The cool night air kissed my wet cunt. I shivered again. He leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh softly, open–mouthed, then higher. His tongue traced the crease where leg met hip. I whimpered. My hips lifted toward him.

He licked me in one long, flat stroke from entrance to clit. I gasped. My hands flew to his hair, fingers twisting in the strands. He groaned against me. The vibration shot straight through my core. Then he devoured me, his tongue circling my clit in tight, relentless loops, lips sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. He flicked the tip fast, then slow, then fast again. His fingers spread me open wider. His tongue plunged inside fucking me with wet, deep strokes before returning to my clit.

I was shaking already. My breath came in short, desperate pants. My hips rolled against his face. His stubble scraped the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The wet sounds were obscene–his mouth working me, my slick coating his chin and Xps, dripping down his jaw.

“Darrell… oh god…”

He slid two fingers inside me slowly, curling while his thumb circled my clit. I rocked against his hand, moaning softly into

his ear.

But he sucked harder. His tongue lashed my clit in quick, precise flicks. Two fingers slid inside me, stroking that spot deep while his mouth never stopped. Pressure built fast, coiling tight in my belly, spreading like fire through my limbs. “I’m going to come,” I gasped. My voice broke. “Fuck! Don’t stop… please don’t stop-”

He growled against me hungrily and doubled down. Fingers pumped faster. Tongue flicked relentlessly. Suction pulled at my clit.

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