Disclaimer: This chapter contains sexual situations and adult language. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with sexual themes, I advise you to read the edited chapter in the book Chasing Dylan. Thank you.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, nervously deciding what to do with my hair. I put it up and took it down three times, finally deciding to leave it down. I ran my hands through my curls before analyzing my outfit in the mirror. I thought that the lingerie set looked good on the mannequin, but I didn't realize how provocative it'd look on me. The part that covered my breasts were see through and the thong made it look like I wasn't even wearing bottoms. I felt completely exposed.
I sucked in a breath, turning on the faucet and quickly patted water on my face. Finally gaining the courage, I opened the door and walked out of the bathroom. The floor was cold in the hallway from the bathroom to the primary suite so I sped walked to the bedroom. The door was open, and Callum was sitting on the bed in a black wife beater and gray boxers. His hair was tousled like he'd been running his fingers through it, and his face was slightly flushed. I had a feeling he was just as nervous as I was.
I stood in front of him, and held my breath. Callum has never seen me completely naked, and this outfit held no mystery.
"Wow. You look incredible." His eyes boring into mine.
"Thanks." I replied, smiling.
"You alright? You took a while in there." Callum said, reaching his hand out for me to grab.
I took his hand and sat beside on the bed.
"I'm good, just a little nervous."
"You sure you still want to do this?" He asked, his expression filled with concern.
His reaction proved to me even more that I wasn't making a mistake, this was the right moment and he is the right guy. Finally getting some courage, I grabbed his face, kissing him slowly.
He pulled away smiling, "I'll take that as a yes." before returning to our kiss.
We got all the way on to the bed, our lips never parting. We kissed hungrily like we were desperate for one another. I straddled Callum's waist and grabbed the back of his head to deepen our kiss. Our tongues massaged each other's, and I beginning to feel more and more turned on. His hands were lightly squeezing my bottom, and I could feel his bulge pressing against my core, so I grinding on it a bit.
"Fuck, Dyl." Callum whispered, pulling away from our intense make out session. I smiled at him biting my lip. He took off his wife beater in haste, and began kissing me again while I ran my hands down his abs.
Out of nowhere, he flipped us over and I was now underneath him. He started kissing my neck as his hands made their way up to my exposed breasts. "Is this okay?" He asked, breathing heavily. I nodded, loving how he was making me feel.
I looked down to see his erection poking out of his boxers. I brought my hand to it, grasping it, I gasped at the the length and girth. I didn't realize that he was so well endowed. I began moving my hand up and down, and it somehow got harder than it already was.
"That feels so good Dylan." He said, as he kneaded my breasts and continued kissing my neck.
"You can take it off." I whispered.
"Huh?" He asked, distracted by what I was doing.
"My lingerie, take it off." His eyes met mine and I nodded at him for approval. He quickly unhooked it from the back, and pulled the straps down. At the same time, I took off the matching thong, leaving me completely naked. I felt incredibly self conscious, but pushed through it.
