Fighting For Us

9. More Than Just A Pretty Face

I crawled on the bed towards him for a kiss. As my lips met his, I felt his hands cup my breasts and then squeeze. A moan escaped me and I felt him smile against my lips. I had debated putting a bra on before coming out here, but I knew he wanted the skin to skin contact just as much as I did. I also knew he loved playing with my breasts as much as I loved them being played with. The shower had been so hot and steamy. I loved how he didn't push for things to go further. Had he realized that might be a trigger for me? I didn't know if it would end up triggering me, but I am glad I didn't have to find out. I trusted Dylan with everything in me. I trusted him with my body. Knew he wouldn't go further than I was comfortable with. He knew how to read my body language. Made mental notes of how it would react to certain things. He also checked in with me often when trying new things, which I loved. I felt safe, which was huge for me.

Once he let go of my breasts, I turned and sat in front of him. I passed him my hairbrush and he got to work. Feeling his fingers running through my hair as he sectioned it off, felt amazing. I could have watched the tv but decided to close my eyes and enjoy the feel of him doing my hair. My body was relaxed. Feeling loved and happy.

It blew my mind how we could go from having a great morning and afternoon to a rocky evening, and back to a perfect time together now. We both had our insecurities alone, but together we seemed stronger than ever. I loved that we could talk things out as they happened. No bottling things up. We had had a lot of time to build up to this though. A lot of years of learning how the other communicated. How we thought. How we processed things. It made me hopeful that our relationship would last. I wanted it to so badly, and I could tell he did too.

When he was done, he tapped my shoulder and stuck his hand out for me to put the ponytail in. When finished, he scooted back and crawled under the blankets. He pulled the blankets off my side and patted it. I happily crawled up and under the covers next to him. His outstretched arm welcoming me in. I pressed my body up against his. He pulled my leg over his, and propped himself behind his back to turn into me slightly, making it more comfortable for the two of us. I loved feeling so close to him. Feeling his warmth and knowing I was safe in his arms. Nothing could touch us here. Dylan checked his watch and it was just after 8 p.m.

"What time do I have to take you home?"

I paused. Not wanting to leave at all tonight. But I couldn't go back on my decision last night. Just because I had one good night, didn't mean they'd all be like this. I needed more time by myself to try to get the ground work started. Giving in already wasn't an option. No matter how badly I wanted to just close my eyes and fall asleep now.

"Ten o'clock."

He set his alarm and put his phone down. I nuzzled up against his neck once he got settled again. I closed my eyes and took in the freshly cleaned smell of his skin. Knowing I was the one who cleaned him made it even sweeter. I woke to the sound of his alarm going off. I held him tighter, and he chuckled. He stroked my back and turned off the alarm.

"Are you sure you can't say?"

"Please don't make it harder for me to leave tonight. I'm already struggling to force myself to leave. I can't have you all sad about it too. I need to keep things on track. Just because I had one good night, doesn't mean they'll all be great."

He squeezes me tighter and places his hand on my cheek. He kisses my forehead and then opens his arms, letting me free to untangle myself from him. I roll onto my back and stretch. Before I'm even done stretching, I feel his warm mouth over my nipple. My back arches, and a moan escapes. His hand is on my other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It only lasts a moment, but I'm already riled up enough that I can't think straight. He kisses my lips next, before climbing out of bed.