ravage. She, too, tilted her head to allow his assault and she felt her toes curl. He tasted of his recent beer but also of heaven. His tongue invaded and took over. It was far from soft or gentle but Natalie would not have changed it for anything. She tried to imitate his motions with her own tongue but gave up and just enjoyed the sensation.
She tasted of sweetness and purity, of unprejudiced expectations and of honesty, of womanly softness and of inquisitive carnality. Dylan was affected more than he thought possible.
Hating that he needed to pull back and extract himself from her, he probed her mouth one last time and then broke the kiss. Both of them were breathing hard and unaware they were in the middle of a busy dance floor. The song tempo changed from the slow sensuality of the ballad to an old time favorite filled with drum solos and electric guitar riffs.
Dylan looked around and was thankful that they were not being watched by anyone. Without speaking, Dylan grabbed her smaller hand in his and pulled her along so she had to slightly run to keep up with his much wider strides. He didn’t turn back to look at her. He just kept going until they were anywhere that was alone. He pulled her all the way toward the closed off new addition. They had just finished construction and it was due to open next week. When they reached his final destination of a private storage room, he opened the door to the dark space, tugged Natalie in and closed the door quietly behind him. He then pinned Natalie up against the door and turned on the overhead light. Natalie was flushed from the glorious kiss, as well as the rushed jaunt to the secluded room.
As she leaned against the door, using its strength to make sure she didn’t melt to a puddle of goo, she raised her head to look at Dylan’s face. It was so close if she went up on tiptoes, she would be able to touch those soft, powerful, fabulous lips of his. She moved her eyes from his glorious mouth, up along his chiseled face to where his hooded dark eyes stared down back at her. She suddenly felt that, perhaps, she was the only one who thought these recent events were remarkable.
Her anxiety grew by each passing second. She felt her pulse beating wildly and was sure he could hear it too. Natalie left her palms against the door on each side of her hips, not daring to move for fear that his lethal gaze would suddenly shoot deadly lasers.
Dylan needed to get a grip! He had never experienced a kiss like that one and he had given and received a lot of kisses. He still could feel her pliable and accepting mouth under his as if the sensations were imbedded into his nerves. His breath was still quick and shallow and he had no idea why he chose to bring her here. Getting her alone was all he could think of in that moment.
He leaned his hands against the door slightly above where her head rested, while his much larger vibrating body loomed over her smaller one, effectively caging her in. He stared down at her, wondering how a so-called inexperienced virgin could rival any sex siren he had ever known. Even as he tried to convince himself that she was, in fact, who she said she was and not some evil femme fatale. Dylan wanted nothing more than to go back to the warmth and welcoming of her mouth.
Did she not even kiss right? Did she mess up so badly that he needed to bring her here so he could call their arrangement off? Feeling as if she was going to cry, Natalie couldn’t take much more. Between her mother’s departure and change of demeanor toward Natalie and now Dylan giving her the impression he was mad at her; she turned her head to the side and tried to focus on the fire evacuation chart on the wall. As her eyes followed the suggested route, a few tears from under her glasses fell and she shut her eyelids from the stupidity, humiliation, and overall feeling of inadequacy.
No, not tears. Didn’t he tell her he could not handle tears?
“Natalie, what’s the matter? Don’t cry,
She tasted of sweetness and purity, of unprejudiced expectations and of honesty, of womanly softness and of inquisitive carnality. Dylan was affected more than he thought possible.
Hating that he needed to pull back and extract himself from her, he probed her mouth one last time and then broke the kiss. Both of them were breathing hard and unaware they were in the middle of a busy dance floor. The song tempo changed from the slow sensuality of the ballad to an old time favorite filled with drum solos and electric guitar riffs.
Dylan looked around and was thankful that they were not being watched by anyone. Without speaking, Dylan grabbed her smaller hand in his and pulled her along so she had to slightly run to keep up with his much wider strides. He didn’t turn back to look at her. He just kept going until they were anywhere that was alone. He pulled her all the way toward the closed off new addition. They had just finished construction and it was due to open next week. When they reached his final destination of a private storage room, he opened the door to the dark space, tugged Natalie in and closed the door quietly behind him. He then pinned Natalie up against the door and turned on the overhead light. Natalie was flushed from the glorious kiss, as well as the rushed jaunt to the secluded room.
As she leaned against the door, using its strength to make sure she didn’t melt to a puddle of goo, she raised her head to look at Dylan’s face. It was so close if she went up on tiptoes, she would be able to touch those soft, powerful, fabulous lips of his. She moved her eyes from his glorious mouth, up along his chiseled face to where his hooded dark eyes stared down back at her. She suddenly felt that, perhaps, she was the only one who thought these recent events were remarkable.
Her anxiety grew by each passing second. She felt her pulse beating wildly and was sure he could hear it too. Natalie left her palms against the door on each side of her hips, not daring to move for fear that his lethal gaze would suddenly shoot deadly lasers.
Dylan needed to get a grip! He had never experienced a kiss like that one and he had given and received a lot of kisses. He still could feel her pliable and accepting mouth under his as if the sensations were imbedded into his nerves. His breath was still quick and shallow and he had no idea why he chose to bring her here. Getting her alone was all he could think of in that moment.
He leaned his hands against the door slightly above where her head rested, while his much larger vibrating body loomed over her smaller one, effectively caging her in. He stared down at her, wondering how a so-called inexperienced virgin could rival any sex siren he had ever known. Even as he tried to convince himself that she was, in fact, who she said she was and not some evil femme fatale. Dylan wanted nothing more than to go back to the warmth and welcoming of her mouth.
Did she not even kiss right? Did she mess up so badly that he needed to bring her here so he could call their arrangement off? Feeling as if she was going to cry, Natalie couldn’t take much more. Between her mother’s departure and change of demeanor toward Natalie and now Dylan giving her the impression he was mad at her; she turned her head to the side and tried to focus on the fire evacuation chart on the wall. As her eyes followed the suggested route, a few tears from under her glasses fell and she shut her eyelids from the stupidity, humiliation, and overall feeling of inadequacy.
No, not tears. Didn’t he tell her he could not handle tears?
“Natalie, what’s the matter? Don’t cry,
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