AMELIA.
“You look so fucking good right now, Amelia.” He whispered in my ears and I immediately felt goosebumps go down my spine.
I wanted to peel his hands off me, because people were looking. And we seemed to be in a very intimate position right now to the outside world.
But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, in fact, I was scared that he would take his hands off. As if he could read my thoughts, he pulled me closer to him and I rolled my eyes, stopping myself from moaning as I felt the hard budge that was against my butt.
Fuck.
“Dylan. H.. hey.” I stammered.
Why the fuck did I stammer again? What was wrong with me? I should be able to at least release a coherent sentence. But nothing was forming, the most annoying thing was that only thing I could focus on was his breathing.
I wanted his mouth to come closer to my neck, and lick on that spot that he knows so well. Yeah, we have never had anything that was relating to sex, or even make out, but he knew places where I liked to be touched. He always touched me there so innocently, but those feather like touches turn me on and he knows this.
“Hmmm.” He said into my neck and we continued moving together, the song playing now was a very slow one, and we were just moving together to the beat. Both relaxed in each other’s arms.
If our dates weren’t so doomed, maybe we would have been made for each other, because the way our body fit together. It was like it was the work of the universe or whatever created us.
We were such a f….
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a sudden wet sensation on my neck. I froze, but Dylan controlled our movements. I knew I was not moving, my feet were basically and literally glued to the ground, but Dylan moved me along to the rhythm.
He sucked at that spot and moaned.
“Dy…. Dylan I…I..” I try to say things that make sense, I try to string words together but nothing was working.
I couldn’t think, it was like everything was gone.
I leaned back into him and unconsciously tilted my neck to the side to give him more space as a sound came out of my mouth.
Fuck I just moaned.
His grip tightened on my waist as he started sucking harder now and I felt his hands trail upwards slightly towards my tits, his hands brushed the swells under my breasts and I almost lost it then and there, just feeling him do all that made me so fucking wet, he might as well have sucked on my clitoris.
“Dylan, I don’t think it’s appropriate.” I managed to get out without stammering and I almost breathed out a sigh of relief.
“I want you so badly.” He whimpered against my neck and then took my hand and whipped me to the bar.
Then be pulled out a chair for me like that gentleman that he was and my shaky legs tried as much as possible to climb onto the chair but it just wouldn’t budge. My legs were like jelly, suddenly after minutes of having intra-personal conflict on what to do about it, I felt a pair of strong arms lift me onto the chair.
“Better now?” He asked and I nodded.
My neck and cheeks heat and the butterfly pendant feels like lava on my skin.
“I want your attention you know.”
“You want my attention?”
“Amongst other things.”
“Like?” I asked blankly and he took a sip of his whiskey, but his intense eyes haven’t left mine long after his Adam’s apple bobs with the swallow.
I can’t help gulping the saliva gathered in my mouth as well, then taking a drink. Either the alcohol is loosening my nerves or there’s something wrong with me since I can’t stop staring at him.
At the way he seems confident in his own skin, unlike me, or the way he takes each action with a simmering control that I feel but can’t see. Has Dylan always been this confident? How did I not notice all these intensity he carried with him everywhere?
After he was done gulping down his whiskey, he placed his elbow on the bar, which allowed him to get close. So close that I smelled his cologne.
A mixture of lime, clean laundry and male musk. It’s not strong, but it’s as lulling as his presence, trapping me in the confinements of its walls.
The space between us became nonexistent when he turned sideways and his breath skimmed the shell of my ear. It took everything in me not to go into flight mode, considering how much of an expert I was at that.
But not tonight. Tonight is different.
“Like making you squirm.” The whisper of his words made me shudder. It’s a full-body one that I couldn’t suppress, despite my attempts.
I didn’t know where I got the courage to ask,
“That’s all?”
Was I trying to flirt back? I asked myself, I was shaking inside, the intensity was too much for me but I tried to ignore my shaky insides and go along with it.
“Oh, I can do so much more.”
He licked the shell of my ear and I bit my tongue to suppress a moan.
Holy shit.
It’s like I’m on an aphrodisiac.
One touch and I melt. One touch and I’m wiggling and clenching my thighs in search of something.
What, I have no clue. Due to being hidden my whole life, everything feels heightened and unreal.
As if I left my own body and I’m existing in a different reality.
“Hmm.”
There’s a vibration in his voice as his tongue lowered to the hollow of my throat. And holy hell, it’s like he licked my pussy, because it’s wet now. My pussy, not my neck.
Okay, maybe my neck, too, but it’s my core that’s throbbing for more.
As if knowing exactly what that does to me, he flicks his tongue across the same spot and bites down. Oh, fuck. I jammed my legs shut, afraid that he’ll see how desperate I was for this. How much I need it before I disappear.
Oh dear lord, this was on all levels of wrong.