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.

her neck, his touch both threatening and strangely comforting, his calloused hand gently caressing her skin, turning it a blushing shade

red robe clung to Molly, as Chad's hands pulled it down, revealing her delicate

body trembling as she felt his warm breath on her shoulder and back. Biting her lower lip, she tried to suppress any sounds that might

the other soon to follow, leaving her nightdress bunched around her

spiraled beyond Molly's control, but then Chad gave

talk," Chad silenced her protests with a kiss, his movements

devoid of any barriers, facilitated Chad's advances, the nightdress discarded on the floor, leaving a vast space

her confusion and

realized, were not to

Molly laid there like a fish on a cutting board, too tired to even speak, her legs giving out, losing track of time until Chad finally came back to his senses, giving her a

up the quilt from the floor, tossing the nightdress aside for good. "Wearing it is just in the way; you won't need it

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

weak and breathy, asked,

with a kiss, his tongue skillfully pointing out

as they prepared to sleep, nearing one in the morning, Molly insisted on setting boundaries, which only

time, Molly dared not

before their relationship became physical, when Chad, despite

his hand finding her waist. Molly closed her

up, and Molly peeked,