Dylan's POV
Sitting on the bed I found myself extremely bored. I didn't really k ow what to do. I mean I've only ever been here once or twice before. Even then I didn't really walk around or anything.
Smirking, I jumped out of bed and peeled my clothes off. I knew exactly what to do.
Opening the bathroom door softly, I went over to the shower, and hopped in. Samantha jumped a bit when I wrapped my arms around her.
God she's beautiful. "W-what are you doing?" She asked when I started trailing kisses down her shoulder.
"I missed you," I said honestly. I really did miss her. Even though she was only gone for like five minutes. "Plus I needed a shower, and I thought we should conserve water."
Turning around, she sized me up. Looking at every inch of my body. And I hers. She was beyond beautiful. No words could ever describe her beauty. The way her eyes shine when she's happy. Or how she pouts, adorably so, when she doesn't get her way.
Running my hand up to her jaw, I pulled her in for a deep chaste kiss. Resting my other hand on her hip. Pulling away, I grabbed a sponge and some soap, and began washing Samantha's body. Starting with her stomach, I bent down, and began nibbling and sucking on her breast. Taking her hardened nipple into my mouth. Loving how she moaned in my ear.
Standing back up, I scrubbed up her chest, and down her sides. Down to her legs. She squirmed a bit as I washed her inner thigh. Kissing her lips, I leaned into her ear, "Don't worry baby, I'll treat you right." I vowed. Not only in a sexual way, but I would try my best to take care of her. And treat her like the queen she deserves to be treated as.
Spinning her around I washed her back, slapping her ass slightly as I lathered soap on it.
"Your turn," she said, taking the sponge from me. Her lips connected to mine shortly before moving down to my neck. Sucking lightly and she moved the sponge across my stomach. Pulling away, she trailed her fingers down to my chest. Moving down and kissing up and down my chest. Turning me around, she paused. Most likely taking in all the scars that had covered it.
Turning around, I took her face in my hands. Her eyes glossy. "I'm OK, alright? As long as I'm with you, nothing can bring me down." Smiling I brought her lips to mine, and moved her underneath the water. Washing off all the excess soap on her body. Her doing the same to me.
Stepping out of the shower, she handed me a towel.
"How......" She started, but stopped, suddenly interested in a piece of lint on her towel.
Sighing, I grabbed my clothes, and got dressed, watching her do the same. Sitting back down on the bed, she started fidgeting with her fingers. As if pondering what to say next. Or how to say it.
"How did you....."
"How did I get those scars?" I guessed. Nodding slightly, she finally looked up at me.
Sighing, I sat down beside her, resting my elbows on my knees. "The biggest one....the one in the middle of my back?" I turned slightly, taking my shirt off, leaving me in just my bra, letting her get the full view of the gruesome memory. "That was when I was about fifteen I think.....it was about three weeks after my mother had passed.....I had just come home, and...", running my hands down my face, I tried to blink away the memories.
Samantha shifted, and rested her head on my shoulder, as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
"I had just come home," I started again, my voice sounded distant. As if it weren't my own. "And my dad was on his second bottle.....and was rambling on about how I should've been the one.....who-" I choked back a sob as I put my face back in my hands. "Who should've died. I was upset that day, and something along the lines of 'I could say the same to you.'"
