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We had been snuggled up watching movies for awhile. My back to his chest, between his legs, arms and legs in a tangled hot mess. Hot, hot mess. The tension was thick, I could feel it. With each brush of his fingers on my stomach, or mine across his neck or arm, I could palpate it. I could almost see it. The shivers from his breath on my neck, the brush of his fingers causing goosebumps. The sensual way his lips brushed my skin when he whispered to me had my eyes closed and lip pulled between my teeth. The clenching of my stomach, which I'm guessing he could feel, caused him to groan against my skin, as I felt his bulge pressing behind me.

I carefully untangled my self, not meeting his eyes, and headed to the bathroom with a blush. Standing at the sink I took several shaky breaths, trying to calm my nerves. Shaking, I splashed my face with cool water and let out a final deep breath. Shaking the nerves out of my hands I headed back to him.

I sat down next to him and curled my legs underneath me.
He pulled me closer and threw his arm around my shoulder whispering,"Why are you so far away from me?"
"I... I" he cut my stammering off with a brief kiss and a knowing lop sided grin.

A little later, we were engrossed in each other, the credits rolling.

I was cradled in his lap, my fingers tracing his neck. Breathing heavily, I squirmed when his fingers started moving across the slight skin showing across my stomach and lower back. He's enjoying teasing me, he knows what he's doing, despite his smirk, the hungriness of his lips on my neck is telling me he's feeling just the same. The bulge I can feel, the way his heart is racing, the way his breath is coming out in short pants as his lips meet mine, OH, I'm actually throbbing, my stomach muscles rigid and clutching my thighs together, holding myself as close to him as I can.

I blushed looking down at my hands, Hell, I felt like I was red hot and on fire from the inside out. He pulled my chin up and leaned to whisper in my ear, "I love that just the touch of my fingers against your skin gives you such a reaction, but...it just makes me want to touch you more." When just his words had the same response, he pulled my lips to his, soft- slow- gentle, but when his tongue sensually swiped across my bottom lip I moaned allowing his entrance. Our tongues slid across each other and within seconds, the passion I felt smothered me. It felt as though I was going to shatter, if not for him holding me together.

Somehow, we ended up laying with half his body on mine. Not breaking the kiss, my arms were under his shirt, pulling at his soft, toned skin- I just needed him closer. His hands, they were everywhere, except there- pulling at the skin of my back, tightening on my waist, gently rubbing the outside of my thigh and my bottom. He groaned breathlessly leaving open- mouthed kisses on my neck, as his thigh, which had been nestled between my legs, slid across my lower area- No Mans Land. I moaned, closing my eyes. I knew he wanted me, I could fell the yearning in his kiss, through his touch and definitely pressed against my lower abdomen. But, I wasn't scared anymore- I wanted to satisfy him, just as much as I wanted him to satisfy me.

I have to tell him, biting my lip, I whispered breathlessly, "Dylan?"
He froze, "I'm sorry"he whispered, almost pained. He started to pull away, but I grabbed his face in my hands.
"No... Don't be sorry... I've... I...
I tried, my eyes teared up, I started rambling. Looking back up into his eyes, the way his arms tightened and brows furrowed. He was so concerned, "You can tell me anything...please Carly?" he whispered, softly pecking my lips. He is perfect... I can do this, I was chanting this in my head, like a mantra. "I...I've never done this before" I hesitated slowly, looking away.
Gently he lifted my chin, searching my eyes, "I will slow down... I wouldn't ever want you to regret" he started, but I interrupted him, hastily placing a finger against his lips. "Wait... I want it to be with you... I just was kinda concerned I wouldn't know what to do, or how to react or respond to what you are doing?" I hid my face in his chest, embarassed. "You want it to be with me? We don't have to hurry. But, I can tell you this much, you respond better than anyone else I've ever known. It's perfect. Just cross a line you're not ready to cross, please. I will try to control myself, but, I have never wanted anyone the way I want you. Just talk to me okay? still speaking very softly. "Okay", I whispered, as I reached for the remote and turned off the T.V. His mouth fell open, in shock at my gesture. "I want to go to your room, "I said softly into his ear, as he scooped me up into the darkness. No light, no music, it was perfect. We lay there perfectly still holding each other. I excused myself to the bathroom. I removed my jeans and returned to his bed. He pulled me down to his side, pushed my hair out of the way, and reached for my waist. He hesitated, as if he was surprised that it was skin he was feeling, but then secured his arm at my waist. I kissed his neck and he moaned. His hand moved gently up and down the outside of my torso, until it rested on my bottom, then traced the outer shape of my thigh and back up to my abdomen where it rested on my ribcage, for just a second, until it found my breast. My grey tank now on the floor. It took my breath, the weight of her soft, gente, warm hand on my naked(well, almost) skin. Here I was, in all my glory, clinging to my bra and panties, while he was fully dressed. I pulled at his shirt and he yanked it over his head and onto the floor. Our lips met, in a new more pressured way, that brought my fingernails to his back, he moaned, but stopped. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but we need to stop. I want to make love to you, but slowly. I don't ever want you to regret it, he said softly, but sternly enough that I understood. "I'm not trying to tease you", I said low, almost a scowl, looking away. He grabbed my face, "I'm not worried about that at all, It's okay, he insisted. I looked at the clock. I know he needed rest before driving home. "You should probably take me home, you need to rest before....." He interrupted me with a soft gentle kiss, and then a smile. "Not yet", he said as he held me a while longer. We got dressed and headed down to the truck. About half way home, I realized we hadn't spoken. "Dylan", I asked. "I'm really going to miss you, will t drive you crazy if I call a lot?", he asked almost anxious, like he knew what I was going to say. "I was just thinking about that, could you start by calling me when you get home so I know you made it okay?, I asked, kinda rambling. "Yes, I can." he answered with a grin. He got there and he pulled me out of the truck and into a kiss that made my head dizzy. "It's just 3 days." He put his lips on mine, softly, for awhile. Then he whispered, "I'll always come back to you." as he kissed my hand. "Dylan" I sighed, as his grip tightened. "I love the way you say my name", he whispered. "Say it again." "Dylan, I..." I said breathlessly. "I love that just my being close t you, leaves your breath heavy", he sighed. "I love that I can feel that breath on my neck." He just held me, I was trembling, eyes closed, just as breathless, heart racing, my head on his chest. We stood there for a long time.