The sun shining through the crack of the drapes notifies me that it’s time to wake, and I drag my sleepy eyes open.
Hell, what a night.
My body feels heavy and sated with a warm glow of just fucked.
A large hand slides up over my hip from behind and pulls me into the warmth of his body, and I smile softly.
Dylan.
It wasn’t a dream, he’s still here.
He rolls me onto my back and with his hand splayed across my stomach he gently kisses my shoulder, “Good morning.”
I smile shyly up at him, “Hi.”
I remind myself to play it cool, pretend that I’m more experienced than I actually am. How the hell does this scenario go, what happens now?
Dylan traces the tip of his pointer finger across my shoulder and down my arm, it’s as if he’s choosing to remain quiet, wanting me to say something first.
“So….” I whisper up at him, “What happens now, I’ve never woken up with a stranger before.”
Surprise flashes across his face before he covers it with a smile, “You kiss me.” His lips gently take mine, “And I kiss you.” The kiss is sweet and gentle, unlike the love we made last night.
Who am I kidding? There was no love making, we fucked like the strangers we are. His tongue slowly slides through my lips.
Ahh…… I didn’t even brush my teeth yet.
He kisses me again, deeper this time, and I feel my arousal roll in as my hands curl through his hair, his hand slides between my legs and I wince. I’m swollen and sore.
“Are you okay?” He frowns.
I nod, feeling self-conscious. “I’m fine, just a bit tender.”
“I hurt you.” He retracts his fingers immediately.
“No.” I shrug, “I just haven’t …….” I stop myself, not wanting to sound stupid.
“You haven’t what?”
“It’s been a while.”
He breaks into a big, beautiful smile, and I feel it all the way to my toes.
“You seem very happy about that?”
He pushes my hands up above my head and bites my neck as he smiles against my skin. “Maybe a little.” He bites harder and I laugh out loud as I try to get away from him.
He leans up onto his elbow and falls serious, “Would you like to go out tonight?”
“Where to?”
“Dinner.”
“Like, a date?”
“Yes. Like a date.”
“Ummm……” I pretend to think it over, and he pokes me in the ribs.
