Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chad was ready to playfully accuse Molly of some minor mischief, inching closer to what he called the "tip of the iceberg." Molly, wrapped tightly in her quilt, immediately propped herself up in bed, her voice muffled and panicked, "It wasn't me who did it."

From inside her quilt fortress, Molly's words came out in muffled protests.

Chad, undeterred, leaned over her, his hand sneaking under the quilt, moving slowly from her stomach upwards. "Chad, where do you think you're touching!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of alarm and laughter.

Trapped under the quilt and Chad's playful weight, Molly couldn't help but abandon her denials. She felt pinned, her soft front pressed down, as she protested, "Chad, get your hand out, now." Molly's movements were restricted, her leverage gone.

Chad flipped the quilt aside, tossing it off the bed.

The red quilt, a symbol of their love and union, fell onto the sleek, hardwood floor. Underneath, Molly's nightdress was hiked up to her waist, Chad's presence overwhelming like a mountain.

Molly tried to push herself up in a push-up stance, but her slender arms and legs weren't helping her rise. Instead, they seemed to intrigue Chad even further.

Feeling the change in Chad's breath on her neck, Molly, new to the experiences of womanhood since last night, knew something was amiss but couldn't place what.

Frozen, she dared not move. She tried to keep her breathing steady, aware now of Chad's predatory gaze, him being the wolf in the forest, and herself, the startled rabbit in his sights. Chad, from behind, took in every detail of Molly.

Their proximity allowed him to catch her scent, driving him almost to the point of no return.

Molly, lying beneath him, felt his hand pressing down on her chest, "Chad, remember what you promised this morning, that you wouldn't push things today," she said, her voice trembling.

threatening and strangely comforting,

red robe clung to Molly, as Chad's hands

She couldn't finish her sentence, her body trembling

dress slipped down, the other soon to follow, leaving her nightdress bunched around her

Molly's control, but then Chad gave her a chance to

don't talk," Chad silenced her

nightdress discarded on the

into soft whimpers, her confusion and cries

she realized, were not to

board, too tired to even speak, her legs giving out, losing track of time until Chad finally came back

the nightdress aside for good. "Wearing it is just in the way; you won't

on her, Chad admired Molly's teeth, noting one in particular, "That's the one that bit my medal. Molly, you need to

and breathy, asked,

with a kiss, his tongue skillfully pointing

to sleep, nearing one in the morning, Molly insisted on setting boundaries, which

Molly dared not suggest

physical, when Chad, despite

his hand finding her waist. Molly

Molly peeked, knowing her position