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He's kissing me! The guy of my dreams is kissing me, so I kissed back and wrapped my arms around his neck. This kiss is amazing, and I'm mean I've kissed a lot of people, well not a lot more like 3, but I'm not a virgin either.
He put his hand on my waist and pulled me close to him. Oh shit, he had a boner and it was rubbing up against me. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"Bed" he mumbled while kissing me.
"Look. For. It" I said in between kisses. He broke away and I continued to kiss his neck as he carried me to the shack. As soon as he opened up the door I moved my lips back up to his. I broke away to take a breath and he attacked my neck with sloppy kisses. He bit my ear lobe and I moaned loudly. He sat me down on the bed and hovered above me. I moved the hem of his shirt and he pulled it of.
Wow his abs were perfect, I ran my hands over them and he chuckled. I pulled my shirt of and he stared, awestruck. He started kissing my cleavage an I started undoing his pants and pulled them off. Then he did the same to me until we were both in our underwear.
"Do you wanna do this?" He asked, his voice husky and eyes filled with lust as he looked over my body.
I nodded eagerly and he slowly pulled off my underwear with his hands, and threw them somewhere in the room. I shivered at his slow touch and I knew that tonight was gonna be good.
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I woke up to the sunlight hitting my face and blinked repeatedly until I could open my eyes all the way. As soon as I opened my eyes I saw Dylan's face very close to mine. I let out a contented sigh and snuggled closer to him. In response his arms tightened around me, and he kissed my head.
"Good morning beautiful" I giggled and blushed at his sexy morning voice.
"Morning" just then I remember what happened last nights and I realized we still didn't have clothes on.
"Want some breakfast?" I asked as an excuse to put some clothes on. He nodded his head and I moved the blankets, got up, and walked over to the broken dresser where I keep my clothes. I grabbed a pair of all lace black underwear and slid them on slowly, because I could feel him watching me. I tugged a sports bra on and some sweats before grabbing a bucket and walking outside to pick strawberries.
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After about ten minutes I walked back into the shack with a bucket full of strawberries. I set the bucket down on the small table and saw Dylan looking at a picture of me and my parents.
"They were murdered while I was at a friends house" I whispered and he looked up.
"They had a couple friends over because I insisted they have a couples night alone" and tears started appearing in my eyes and they threatened to spill over.
"Your not the only one who blames themselves" that was it, the tears started coming and they weren't stopping. Dylan jumped up and hugged me. He whispered soothing words and just rocked me back and forth until I calmed down.
"Better?" He asked as he wiped my tears away. I nodded.
"Hungry?" I gestured towards the strawberries.
"Starving" I grinned and he grabbed my hand and led me to the table.
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Umm as you know they did the "dirty deed" and I didn't write the scene. Sorry if you were expecting it but that's not the way I roll. lol.
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Forgotten Strawberries
RomanceDylan Foster moves to a remote town in Oklahoma and his life falls apart. His parents died, his friends are gone, and he's living with his aunt and uncle that he's never met before now. One day he snaps and wanders off alone. He ends up in an aband...
