Sweet Dandelion
His gaze lowers to the small swells of my breasts. For a second I want to be embarrassed about my size B boobs, but the look he gives them has me only feeling powerful instead. His mouth closes around my right breast, his mouth warm and wet against the weak covering. I don’t know if he can tell in the dark, but I know if the lights were on he would for sure clearly see the round pink buds.
He leans back and I mewl in protest but the sound is cut off when he gives my other breast the same attention.
“God, Lachlan,” I cry out, tugging on his hair as I grind down on him.
With a desperate franticness to my movements I pull and yank at his shirt until he hooks his thumbs in the back of it, yanking it off. He places it beside mine on the bed, leaning back he rests his body on his elbows. A hesitant smile playing on his lips as my eyes trace the contours of his body. Reaching out, I glide my index finger over his collarbone, down his chest to his navel and the wiry black hairs there. Bringing my hands back up, I lay them against his chest, the small smattering of chest hair tickling my palms. I swallow, my heart racing, because right now, in this blip of time, he’s mine.
Our eyes are locked, so much exchanged between us with one simple look. My heart fills with something out of this world, the kind of feeling people search their whole life looking for, the kind of feeling wars are fought for.
Love.
Some might think I’m too young to understand the concept of love, but it’s not something that can be defined by words, only a feeling, and I know, without a doubt, I love Lachlan Taylor. I don’t understand it, why him out of all the other millions of people on the planet, but it doesn’t matter because it’s him I’ve chosen.
I can’t keep the words to myself. I want him to know this is more to me than some affair with my guidance counselor. This is real. It’s painful, it’s raw, it’s us.
“I love you,” I murmur, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.
His hands flex against my sides, his jaw working back and forth as his eyes fill with turmoil. I fear he’s going to shove me away, that common sense is going to overtake our feelings, but he doesn’t do that. “I love you, too.” The words are barely above a whisper, but they’re every-fucking-thing and I feel them all the way down to my toes. Saying them once must make him bolder, because he says them again, this time louder. “I love you.” Louder. “I love you.” He begins to punctuate each word with a kiss. “I love you. I love you. I love you Dandelion Meadows. Despite it all, despite myself, I love you.”
Our kisses deepen, fueled by a love that defies the odds.
When his fingers find their way to my belt I beg, “Please.”
He undoes it easily, then the button. Down goes the zipper.
“Stand up, Dani,” his voice tickles my ear.
Sliding off his lap, I do. He stands with me, forcing me back a step.
His eyes connect with mine before he drops to his knees. I squeak in surprise, curling my fingers in his thick dark hair.
He kisses the skin beneath my belly button, causing my hips to rock involuntarily. With my pants undone all it takes is one tug from him to pull them down my legs. He grabs one of my ankles, then the other, tossing my jeans aside.
I might be wearing a sexy bra, but that’s because it’s the only strapless one I own. I didn’t come here tonight thinking things would lead to here so I didn’t put on one of my nicer underwear.
He gives a quiet chuckle at the navy blue panties with polar bears in spacesuits.
“They’re silly, I know.”
He looks up, shaking his head. “They’re you.”
“Oh my God,” I cry out, when he places his mouth over my panties. I want to be embarrassed with how wet I am, and how he must taste it, but when his eyes find mine in the dark all I feel is sexy and wanted.
He places a kiss to the inside of my thigh, and I bow my body over his, running my hand down his naked back.
His fingers loop into the sides of my panties, slipping them down my hips and legs. He doesn’t give me a chance to step out of them before his mouth is on my center, licking, suck, devouring.
Lachlan!” I scream, already so close from before. I throw my head back, my hair cascading around me. “Oh, God. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” My body is a sensitive live wire around him, and with him doing what he is I’m about to explode.
His right hand glides up my stomach, landing on my breast. He grabs it, tugging the cup down until it’s bare. His thumb circles my nipple while he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.”
My orgasm shatters through me, my legs shaking. I think I black out because when I open my eyes I’m on the mattress once more and Lachlan is unbuttoning his jeans. Sitting up, I unclasp my bra in the back, dropping it to the side.
His fingers hesitate on the zipper. “Are you sure about this?”
“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything.” He nods once, a muscle in his jaw twitching.