Dan brought himself closer to me, bringing his hands to my hips and pulling me even further in. His grip was firm, but he was gentle, holding me softly. His eyes met mine, and they lit up. My heart raced. He loved me. He was mine, as I am his. He loved me. He stroked my hair and began to nuzzle my neck, slowly travelling across my cheek, under my chin, and by the time he reached my lips I was gasping. He grinned at me as I crumbled in his arms, and I kissed him, I wanted his touch; every time he stops I feel empty, incomplete. While one hand held my hair, the other travelled up my back and rested on my bra strap, through my shirt. Using only two fingers, he unhooked it professionally. Even while I was drowning in him, I realised this meant that he had had practise. Was this good or bad? My thoughts dissolved as his tongue slowly touched mine, his lips pushing harder. Then he broke away. Catching my breath, confused, I realised that he was taking off his top. Looking at me expectantly, I followed suit. He picked me up, I wrapped my legs around him, and he carried me to the bedroom. Lowering me onto the bed, he held my hips once more as he kissed me. Beginning at my neck, he travelled down my chest, skimming my breasts, he stopped at the top of my jeans. For a few moments, he was still, as he straddled me, and he just gazed. He gazed into my eyes, and seemed to sink into them. Then he nuzzled my neck again, whispering "I love you" Grabbing his chest, I pulled myself up and kissed him. This kiss was harder, his lips stronger, and he took of my jeans without even taking his from mine. Pushing him away a little, I took his black jeans off. They were tight, it took longer than expected. Giggling, as I peeled them away, he reached out and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. After doing so, he pulled me back, kissing me stronger, nibbling my bottom lip and leaving me breathless. He lay me down, and took of my thong. Running his hand up my leg, he gave me shivers. Seeing this, he lay directly next to me, holding my body close to his. My hand was on his waist, and I moved down to hold his cheek. He smiled, and let go of me to take off his boxers. Suddenly embarrassed and awkward, I blushed. He had an erection, I knew he did, and for some reason this made me feel self conscious. I wrapped my arms around myself, covering my breasts, and looking away from him. "What's the matter babe?" He said softly, and looking back into his face I saw his dark black hair was in his eyes. "Nothing.. I .. just... why do you love me? What is there to love?" I blushed again, it sounded so needy, so attention seeking. His facial expression grew serious, and he held my face in his hands. "Why are you asking me this?" It hurt that he did not answer the question. "I... I'm so scared you'll love someone else more than me." I blurted it out, it had to be said. He laughed a little, and I flinched. "No! No! I did not laugh at you. I laughed at the thought of loving someone other than you." Ensuring I looked happier, he continued "I love you because you are perfect. Perfect in every way..." "You have a strange vision of perfect." I interrupted, blurting again. "I am just me. I'm not beautiful. I am strange. I am.. fat and ugly and weird and.." He stopped me talking by meeting my lips with his. He kissed slowly, I felt as if my lips were on fire. "I love you because you are perfect. my perfect. And don't you ever think you are anything other than perfect." He said soft once more. I stared at him for a few moment, and then, wrapping my legs around him again, I whispered "You're my perfect too."