Rocco walked up to her with a red face. "Rebecca, are you sure?"
"I can't sleep without a cuddle." Rebecca looked at him quietly, blinking her big blue eyes.
"Okay, then good night." Rocco turned off the light, and carefully lay down on the bed.
As soon as he went to bed, she clung to him. He went stiff, trying to restrain his inner desire.
Rebecca leaned into his ear and whispered, "Rocco, I want it."
"You-You want what?" Her breath came so close to him that his voice trembled.
"Sex. I showered." She suddenly licked his earlobe. If he still didn't know what she meant, he was not a man.
"Rebecca, you..."
In the darkness, her fingers slipped into his pajamas, touching him softly.
He got a boner right away, and his heart was racing.
"Do me." Rebecca suddenly said, "I want to be your woman."
Her words were too alluring for him. Every time he kissed her, he wanted to have sex with her, but he stopped himself from doing it.
"Rebecca, I never wanted to get married before, but meeting you changed my mind.
"I want to marry you and start a family with you. So, can we save this for our wedding night..."
"Rocco, you're so old- fashioned?" Rebecca was very surprised. She always thought he didn't ask her to have sex because he didn't want her to say no.
That was why she took the initiative. It turned out that he wanted to do it at their wedding night.
"Because I want to be responsible for you."
"Don't you want sex?" Rebecca suddenly felt sorry for this serious man.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter. I can control it. I..." Before he could finish his words, she gagged him with a kiss.
He had done terrible things, but he surprised her with his seriousness about love.
"Rebecca, I can make you come in some other way. You want to try?" Rocco's voice rang out.
"Can you?" She was even more surprised.
"You'll see," he said softly.
By the time it ended, her cheeks were glowing.
She lay limp in his arms and complained like a spoiled child. "Rocco, you-you're a bad guy."
"Then do you like the bad guy?"
"Humph... I won't say it."
"Then it's a yes. Rebecca, can I come to your parents in a few days and ask for your hand in marriage?" Rocco kissed her hair.
"Why?" He was used to her acting like a child from time to time, and he loved it.
She rubbed her face against the back of his neck and said, "So many women have liked you, but they haven't seen you for who you really are or been taken seriously. I'm lucky." "Rebecca, you're wrong. I'm the one who's lucky, because I met you." He put down the spatula, turned around, and embraced her.
Their eyes were full of affection for each other. Rebecca was still wearing his pajama top, and he could faintly see her boobs.
"Stop tempting me, girl. You know how much I want you." He sighed.
"I was just testing your resolve, Mr. Hawkins." She smiled sweetly.
"Mr. Hawkins is not as resolute as you think. Get dressed, or I could turn into a hungry wolf."
"Fine. But I really want to meet that hungry wolf." Rebecca was an open girl.
"Naughty girl, you made the egg overcooked." Rocco helplessly picked up the egg, and put another one into the pot.
Seeing this, she opened her mouth in surprise. "Rocco, you know how to cook?"
"Well, yes. My parents died when I was little, and an old lady was taking care of me. I didn't want her to get too tried, so I learned to cook Chinese food from her.
"I was able to afford a cook, but I didn't like people coming into my house. In addition to socializing, I cooked at home. I'm not much of a chef, but I can cook most of it."
"Awesome! I like you more!" Rebecca's face was filled with excitement.
"I'll learn more skills for you. Well, if you keep talking to me, the egg will be overcooked again." Rocco said helplessly.
Only then did Rebecca leave the kitchen with with the smile of a woman in love.
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