Soft and Strong
"You ... drank it?" Bryana gave Dean an unusual look.
"Of course. Didn't you say 'whatever if I drink it? So, I drank it." Dean looked at Bryana casually.
Bryana glanced at Dean with a pounding heart, her body seemed to be hot. She bit her own lower lip. "Do you ... want to make love?" She asked nervously.
Dean smiled, then rolled onto Bryana's slender body. he supports it on top of his wife's body using both hands as support for his burly body, then joins his forehead with her forehead.
"I've always wanted to make love to you, honey." Dean looked down to kiss Bryana's lips for a moment. "But I won't insist if you don't want to do it."
Bryana couldn't speak anymore. Dean's gaze was so intense, his smile was so warm and sweet on his handsome face that seemed to stiffen her lips to say, drugged her brain to think of nothing except her husband. Her heart as if cheering, 'Make love to me, Dean Jackson!'