Sex Nights

Chapter 22

Dylan tells me to go to my college room so that no one asks us questions about what happened.
I take a cloth and put it in water to disinfect his bloody wounds.
- I'm so so sorry, Melody.
- Hey, look at me. It's everything ok, ok?
I start disinfecting his face wounds.
- I did shit again. - he tells me a little sorry. -He was abusing Melody. He was talking about my feelings, nobody knows anything about my feelings because I don't want to unravel them and I ... I love you. I love you since the first time we met ... since the first time we had sex ... everything changed when I met you.
He gets up and starts to caress my face and then kisses me gently.
- I love you. - he repeats.
I kiss him intensely.
He is so sad today and he admitted most of the feelings he has for me. The day may not have gone so well but for me I will never forget this moment.
- Thank you for telling me all of this. I really needed to hear you say that. I love you Dylan.-I say when I finally manage to say something.
He pushes me against the wardrobe and kisses my neck intensely.
I love to know that he loves to bite my neck.
Every time he loves to bite my neck. It's amazing what he makes me feel.
I decide to scratch him on the back and he kisses me intensely.
- Fuck ... what you make me feel, Melody. Jesus ... I love you ... fuck. - he says to me.
- Faster, Dylan. - I tell him to make him happy. He's so sad to have ruined a party that the best I can do is give him the pleasure he wants.
- Faster, Dylan. - I repeat.
He bends down and kisses me down there and I groan.
- Dylan.., - I groan.
- What does this make you feel babe?
He kisses me on the mouth and then my neck.
- Do you remember our first time? We develop, don't we? - he asks me.
- Yeah.
I push him on the bed and stand on him, touching his perfect chest with his perfect tattoo.
I kiss him every inch of his chest and then ask him.
- What does this make you feel Dylan?
- Fuck ... this tastes so good.
I kiss him on the mouth and then he strokes my face very gently while I stand over him.
He touches every part of my body with his long appreciating fingers.
- Ahhh... jesus.... Dylan. - I moan.
- I know.... I know... this is amazing.
He stops for a moment and I say.
- Why did you stop? More, more, please Dylan ... more.
- Calm babe ... I want to go slow.
Then i remember that tomorrow we have to go to Antony's house.