16. Dylan.
"It's not locked - come in." she called out, knowing who it would be, secretly pleased that he had come.
When he asked her to go for a drink with him she didn't know what to say. She was pleased, but disappointed at the same time. She'd have liked to be alone with him.
His suggestion of bringing a bottle back to her quarters was exactly what she wanted, so she nodded.
"That would be nice. Thank you."
While he was gone she sat and thought. What was she expecting? That maybe he'd make a pass at her? And what would she do if he did? Hell, she knew exactly what she'd do, and what she'd like to do to him too! The thought alone made her blush, and he wasn't even in the room.
He wasn't gone for very long. He'd brought wine, and after pouring them some, he came to sit next to her on the bed.
Did he even know what he did to her. how he made her feel? She felt like a giggly schoolgirl - a young girl with a first crush. She was lost in her thoughts when he suddenly inhaled long and deeply. She panicked. *Jeez! Do I smell? * she worried.
"What's the matter - do I smell?"
At his reply, she felt mortified. until he followed it with, "You smell wonderful." Then she was mortally embarrassed instead - especially when he reached out and turned her face to look at him.
*He's asking if it's okay to kiss me? * She almost laughed at him. *Kiss me you fool. Just do it! *
The moment he kissed her, she felt as is her bones had all just melted away. She felt his tongue seeking entry into her mouth. For just a second she wondered if she was doing the right thing - if she'd regret it later - and then her body took over. She opening her mouth to him, surrendering to his kiss. to his embrace. wrapping her own arms around him, feeling the muscles move smoothly in his back.
Then she was on her back and he was on top of her. She could feel his desire pressing into her thigh, and it made her feel even more aroused than she'd realised she was. She reached her hands under his shirt, feeling his skin quiver at her touch.
She knew then that no matter what happened tomorrow, tonight she was giving herself to him.
She felt herself groaning as he unbuttoned her shirt and took her nipples into his mouth. Unable to control herself, and with little patience, she fairly ripped his shirt off his back.
As he commented on her damage to his shirt she knew one thing, and one thing only. She wanted him, and she wanted him now!
"Right at this moment I really don't care, but if you want to be able to leave here with your pants in one piece you better get them off now, flyboy."
"Well, you better get yours off too, then." he grinned. "Elf!"
She lay on her back watching him. *Did he just call me an elf? * she wondered.
He was taking way too long to rid himself of those damn jeans, she thought.
"Let me do that. I'd like to get a real good look at you."
She smiled at him as she slid his jeans down his legs and kissed his thighs. *Oh boy, he's ready, willing and be better be able. * she thought.
Then she was on her back, and he was removing her jeans, and - *oh god - he's kissing my stomach. * were the last coherent thoughts she had for several minutes. She finally pulled herself together, slipped out of her underwear and climbed under the bed covers.
"Now, are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to lose those boxers and get in here with me?"
She smiled at the speed with which his boxers came off and he was naked in the bed beside her. Now she was going to see why he'd panicked at the mention of her touching his navel! She reached up to pull his head down and kissed it, letting her tongue caress the soft inner dimple. She could feel the immediate effect it had on him, and the temptation was too great not to do it again.
Then it was her turn to groan as he pulled her close and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, thrusting himself against her at the same time so she could feel just how badly he wanted her.
*Please God, * she prayed, *never let this night end. *
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"It's not locked - come in." she called out, knowing who it would be, secretly pleased that he had come.
When he asked her to go for a drink with him she didn't know what to say. She was pleased, but disappointed at the same time. She'd have liked to be alone with him.
His suggestion of bringing a bottle back to her quarters was exactly what she wanted, so she nodded.
"That would be nice. Thank you."
While he was gone she sat and thought. What was she expecting? That maybe he'd make a pass at her? And what would she do if he did? Hell, she knew exactly what she'd do, and what she'd like to do to him too! The thought alone made her blush, and he wasn't even in the room.
He wasn't gone for very long. He'd brought wine, and after pouring them some, he came to sit next to her on the bed.
Did he even know what he did to her. how he made her feel? She felt like a giggly schoolgirl - a young girl with a first crush. She was lost in her thoughts when he suddenly inhaled long and deeply. She panicked. *Jeez! Do I smell? * she worried.
"What's the matter - do I smell?"
At his reply, she felt mortified. until he followed it with, "You smell wonderful." Then she was mortally embarrassed instead - especially when he reached out and turned her face to look at him.
*He's asking if it's okay to kiss me? * She almost laughed at him. *Kiss me you fool. Just do it! *
The moment he kissed her, she felt as is her bones had all just melted away. She felt his tongue seeking entry into her mouth. For just a second she wondered if she was doing the right thing - if she'd regret it later - and then her body took over. She opening her mouth to him, surrendering to his kiss. to his embrace. wrapping her own arms around him, feeling the muscles move smoothly in his back.
Then she was on her back and he was on top of her. She could feel his desire pressing into her thigh, and it made her feel even more aroused than she'd realised she was. She reached her hands under his shirt, feeling his skin quiver at her touch.
She knew then that no matter what happened tomorrow, tonight she was giving herself to him.
She felt herself groaning as he unbuttoned her shirt and took her nipples into his mouth. Unable to control herself, and with little patience, she fairly ripped his shirt off his back.
As he commented on her damage to his shirt she knew one thing, and one thing only. She wanted him, and she wanted him now!
"Right at this moment I really don't care, but if you want to be able to leave here with your pants in one piece you better get them off now, flyboy."
"Well, you better get yours off too, then." he grinned. "Elf!"
She lay on her back watching him. *Did he just call me an elf? * she wondered.
He was taking way too long to rid himself of those damn jeans, she thought.
"Let me do that. I'd like to get a real good look at you."
She smiled at him as she slid his jeans down his legs and kissed his thighs. *Oh boy, he's ready, willing and be better be able. * she thought.
Then she was on her back, and he was removing her jeans, and - *oh god - he's kissing my stomach. * were the last coherent thoughts she had for several minutes. She finally pulled herself together, slipped out of her underwear and climbed under the bed covers.
"Now, are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to lose those boxers and get in here with me?"
She smiled at the speed with which his boxers came off and he was naked in the bed beside her. Now she was going to see why he'd panicked at the mention of her touching his navel! She reached up to pull his head down and kissed it, letting her tongue caress the soft inner dimple. She could feel the immediate effect it had on him, and the temptation was too great not to do it again.
Then it was her turn to groan as he pulled her close and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, thrusting himself against her at the same time so she could feel just how badly he wanted her.
*Please God, * she prayed, *never let this night end. *
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