Choices

Helping With My Aches

This chapter includes some adult content so please do not read if you do not feel comfortable with it. If you are wondering why I have changed this chapter it is because I felt I unhappy with the way I had portrayed the characters in it previously. They seemed quite out of character so I have made this chapter more suitable. Enjoy:)

After last night's events, Dylan and me had spent the night in our hotel room watching movies together, rather than going out like we had originally planned. Dylan hadn't tried anything else on me yet, and I was pretty glad about that since he had given me some time to think. I wasn't mad at Dylan anymore. I couldn't be. He had apologised so many times and I knew he meant it. I trusted him.

"Elsie? Are you awake?" Called Dylan from over near the window. "Yeah." I replied, rolling out of bed and staggering over to him. He was stood watching the cars driving around the streets below us. We were staying in a hotel right in the middle of Times Square and the view was amazing. Even though I had been here plenty of times before, it seemed even more beautiful now. Probably because I had Dylan here instead of my mother. I shook my head to try to get the thought of her out of my mind. I wasn't going to let her ruin this. "So, what do you want to do today?" Asked Dylan, turning away from the window to face me. "You choose." I said,smiling. "Well, your Gran gave me this." He said, walking over to where his jeans were sprawled out over the chair. He took something out of the pocket and I gasped as I saw the huge wad of money that was in Dylan's hand. "How about some shopping?" He said, raising his eyebrow at me and smiling. I nodded.

Once me and Dylan were dressed, we headed down in the elevator to the hotel lobby. People were everywhere as it was almost lunch so we sped out of the door. Dylan stopped after we had made it down the steps to the hotel and pulled something out of his pocket. A map. I laughed. "Really?" I said, giggling. "I thought we might need it." He said, defensively. "I'm your map." I said, gesturing at myself. I grabbed the map off him and shoved it into my purse. "Where are we headed then?" I asked him. I had let Dylan plan the day out but I was a bit of a control freak. I didn't want to let him have all the power, so I was going to direct us. "Macy's." He said. It took me a moment to get back into my New York City mindset before grabbing Dylan's hand and dragging him with me as we began walking down 7th Avenue.

We returned to our hotel that night feeling happy and with our arms full of bags. As soon as we arrived at our room I dumped my stuff on the floor and hopped straight onto one of the beds for a quick lie down. My body was aching from the amount of walking we had done today. It turned out that I had lost the endurance I used to have when walking around the streets here, but it was okay because Dylan seemed pretty worn out too. I closed my eyes for a moment when I felt Dylan get on the bed. I turned to face him and he smiled at me so I smiled back. "I'm aching." I groaned. "Sit up." said Dylan, laughing to himself as I did what he said and sat up so that I was facing the wall with Dylan sat behind me. I felt Dylans hand make his way up to my shoulder and he started massaging it. I let out a sigh of relief as my aches began to dissapear. "That's so nice." I said to the wall as Dylan began rubbing further down my back, now using both of his hands. I groaned slightly and he laughed.

After he was done I turned around to face him. "Thanks." I said, kissing him. He smiled at me. "You're welcome beautiful." Said Dylan, pulling me onto his lap. He kissed me again and it kept happening and happening until things were beginning to get quite heated. I put my legs either side of Dylan so that I was straddling him and we carried on making out. I wanted him. My hands moved down Dylan's back until I reached the bottom of his shirt. I tugged at it slightly and I hoped Dylan would get the message. I felt him smile into the kiss as I pulled his shirt over his head. The shirt interupted the kiss for a moment but our lips touched again in an instant. I threw Dylan's shirt onto the floor as he began to remove mine. Once my shirt was off, Dylan started on my bra. I noticed he was struggling and I laughed as I unhooked the back for him, allowing him to do the rest. I pushed Dylan backwards onto the bed. He began massaging my breasts as I gave him another kiss before unbuckling his belt. He helped me as I took off his pants, revealling a bulge in his boxers. "Are you sure you want to to this?" Asked Dylan. I nodded and kissed him again as I began removing his boxers. Dylan reached under my skirt and pulled down my underwear. He reached into one of the drawers beside the bed and pulled out a condom then he ripped open the packet. I helped him to put it on then I positioned myself below Dylan and lowered myself down onto him. I was expecting pain, but there was none, only pleasure. I took a deep breath as Dylan entered me fully. "Are you okay?" He asked me, looking concerned. I nodded as I let Dylan slide out of me, then back in. Dylan grabbed my waist and began moving me up and down, faster and faster. After a few minutes of this, he groaned in pleasure as he came. He pulled out of me and I flopped down onto the bed next to him, panting. I went to kiss Dylan again but he pushed me back down and pinned me against the bed. "Wha-" "I'm not done with you yet." Dylan interupted. He pushed my legs apart and began kissing down my stomach. I almost screamed with pleasure as his kiss finally reached the place that had been begging for it. Dylan worked his magic for a few minutes until I felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over me. "Holy shit." I giggled. Dylan laughed as he moved back up to kiss me. "I really fucking love you." He said, still laughing. I kissed him again. "I fucking love you too."