It was a little after midnight when I pulled up in the parking lot in front of Dylan's apartment. I walked with him to the front door, my heels digging in the snow. It was extremely cold outside.
"You wanna come in? One last drink?" He asked. His eyes flickered to the ground as he scratched the back of his neck. He seemed nervous in a way.
"I can't drink." I said. "I still have to drive home." I bit down my lip, looking up at him.
"I'll make tea." He smiled and I nodded my head. I did want to come in. I didn't want this night to end. I followed him up the stairs and into his apartment. He hung the jacket he was holding on the peg next to the door and then offered to take mine. I liked the way Dylan was acting. He was kind and gentle without having to take pills. He was finally feeling comfortable with me.
Dylan ordered me to sit on the couch while he made some tea. And I waited. I could see him walking around in the kitchen from my spot. He had the sleeves of he shirt rolled up so that the fabric was tight around his arms. His hair was a mess but it made him look hot. I loved the way he moved, how his muscles tensed and how he bit down his lips. I felt a strange tingle in my belly from looking at him and my cheeks heated up when my mind began to imagine inappropriate scenes. Dylan came back holding to steaming mugs and placed one in front of me on the coffee table. "I hope you like Camomile." He said and I nodded my head. I took a sip from the beverage, almost burning my lips.
"Oh Dylan, I've got something for you." I said, remembering the box inside my purse. He looked at me, a tad bit suspicious. I dug my hand into my purse and pulled out the velvet box and handed it to him. "Merry Christmas." I said, a smile on my lips. Dylan took the box from me, looked down at it and then back at me.
"Jess you didn't--" He started but I cut him off.
"Oh just open it!" I shouted. Dylan laughed and started untying the black bow. He lifted the lid of the box and stared at its content. Slowly and carefully he took the notebook out and let his fingers slide across the letters. He didn't really show any kind of emotion and I didn't know what he was thinking so I started panicking. "If you don't like it I can return it." I quickly said. "I mean you don't have to keep it. It's nothing special, it's just--" Dylan cut off my rambling by placing his hand over mine.
"It's perfect Jess. Thank you." I smiled at him.
"I thought that maybe you can write down the things you can not say out loud, the things you can not say to me. Maybe if you write everything down, your deepest desires and pains, one day you'll be able to speak to someone about them and maybe that someone will be me." Dylan smiled, leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
"I kind of feel like an ass." He then murmured. "I didn't get you anything."
"You don't have to." I said but he shook his head.
"Of course I do!" He got up from the couch and paced across the room, thinking about something. Eventually he sat down next me again. "Okay hear me out. I like you Jess, you know I do, and for you I am willing to change or at least try to. I promise you from this day on I will try my best to become the man you deserve. I'll go to all my sessions with Alex and we'll go out on a date once a week!" He seemed thrilled about his plan and so was I. The fact that he wanted to change so badly just for me was heart warming. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to my chest. I felt his hands on my back, his fingers grasping the fabric of my dress. "But first..." He trailed off, pulling away from me. His eyes slid over my body and he bit down his lip. "I need you to get out of that dress." His voice was low and husky, his eyes held lust in them. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too, so badly. But I remembered the things he had said the last time we were in this position and I wasn't sure if he really could go through with it. Right when I thought he was going to rip the dress off of my body he backed away and I felt this pang of pain in my chest. "I'm sorry." He said. "I shouldn't have said that." He got up from the couch again and this time I got up with him. I was sick and tired of him constantly backing away after he had made me crazy with lust. I wanted him. Right there. Right then. So I got up from the couch, zipped down my dress and let the fabric fall onto the ground. Dylan stared at me and my half naked body. I wore nothing more than my lace black bra and matching panties. I walked over to him, taking control in own hands as I pushed him up against the wall.
"I need you to make love to me." I growled. "Right now." I let my hand slide over his chest all the way down to his crotch.
"I will hurt you." He breathed out. I then brought my lips to his ear.
"I don't care." I whispered. He didn't need more words from me. It was like I had finally given him permission and he grabbed that opportunity with both hands. His hands scooped underneath me and he lifted me up from the ground, carrying me in his strong arms. He walked towards one of the rooms in the apartment I had never been before. His room. It was a dark place. Dark grey walls, black covers on the bed and the curtains were shut. He laid me down, hovering over me. I started fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, working my way down. I placed my hands on his chest as he shrugged the shirt off. His lips caressed my skin as his nails dug into my flesh but I didn't feel any pain, only the burning desire of wanting him closer to me. He rolled me over so that I was now on top of him. His hands roamed over my body and stopped when he came to my bra. He used one hand to unclasp it and placed the other on my cheek. I came closer to him, kissing him again. Things got heated fast and it didn't take long before both our naked bodies were pressed against each other as Dylan moved within me. I arched my back as a wave of pleasure crashed down inside of me. I couldn't stop the moans from rolling over my lips. I grabbed a fist full of fabric from the sheets as I tried to control the burning pleasure but what Dylan was doing to me was uncontrollable. It was rough, passionate.
It was amazing.
[Dylan is growing softer! Do you like this sweet side of him or would you rather see the rough one?]
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Fanfiction"I'm a dirty minded, horny pervert. I hope that's not a problem for you." ________________________ When Jess met Dylan, she had no clue how much her life would change. She went from going for the boys that were insanely beautiful to the boy...
