"Oh, so you two are here!" We turned around as we hear a lady's voice from behind us. "Gran, what are you doing out here in the cold?" Dylan asked and ran to her, throwing his hands around her protecting her. "I could ask the same question," she looking at Dylan and then at me and continued, "I am sorry for what I said earlier, Megan. That was not appropriate considering your relationship with my grandson, But I am scared for him."
I walked closer to her and said, "I can understand your concern. But I have never wanted anything more than Dylan himself. You can trust me on that." I said and looked at Dylan. His eyes softened. Maybe my words couldn't hide the emotions which made it sound so real, which indeed was real. Lillian touched my shoulder with her right hand and rubbed it with a smile on her face, which did resemble Dylan's smile, and said, "I am glad he found you but like said, this is a big responsibility. I hope you are well aware of that."
Now I couldn't understand what she was talking about it, felt as though the Queen of England was talking to her commoner future daughter-in-law about the duties of marrying a prince. He was no less of a Prince, so I didn't mind having to go through a few trials. "Oh! Gran, she is just getting to know. Don't scare her off!" Dylan said, getting her to step back into the hall. I walked closely behind them and heard her reply, "Of course, considering you decided to finally, accept my terms."
I wondered how they all could make terms like these and expect people to fall in love as per some conditions to follow. I couldn't expect more from Dylan if something has happened in the past; she shouldn't be forcing him to fall in love and get over his trauma just like that. We came back inside, and Lillian turned to us and looked at both of us from head to toe. "You both look good together. But I cannot breathe in peace yet, Dylan! You might be just getting to know each other, but Megan, a life with him, is never going to be just him. It involves many people and many responsibilities."
Dylan placed his left palm on my back, signaling me to go along with her words. "Oh! Yes, I understand, Mrs. Hill," I said, trying to keep it as formal as I could. She looked over at Dylan and said, "It's Dr. Hill." Her face stone cold, then looked at Dylan who was looking at her helpless, so she eased a little and continued, "I am not saying I don't like her. I am just skeptical a bit. Anyways, you two should go home. It's inappropriate to jump on each other like that when so many people are watching." She had a mocking smile on her face, and I looked at Dylan in shock.
Lillian walked away after smiling at us and muttered, 'new love' under breath shaking her head. "Fuck! We overdid it!" Dylan said as we started laughing at ourselves at our passionate moment on the dance floor. "She must be thinking we are going home and letting all of that out!" I said amid our laughter. Dylan suddenly stopped laughing and stared into my eyes as though he was trying to control himself from making every thought that emanated from his mind to be made true.
"We should go home. I will stay at your place. I don't have the strength to go to my family and hear more about things that you will need to learn before they accept you," Dylan said, taking in a sharp breath. I looked at his face, trying to read his expression, but the dim light in the hall cast a shadow on his face. I wanted to know if he wanted to break our rules again.
We walked across the hall towards the main entrance so we could get out. "Should we tell Michael and Carol?" I asked as we sprinted into the parking lot; he took my hand in his so we could get away faster. I had no idea why was he running away like that all of a sudden. "No, they will figure it out. Or let's keep them guessing," Dylan said, turning to look at me and winked.
I took a sharp breath in as he dragged my hand through the lanes of cars in the lot. As we arrived next to his Audi, he pulled me towards him. His coat slipped from my shoulders, which he caught before it could hit the floor. He opened the backdoor of the Audi and threw the coat inside. He closed the door and looked at me with his intense gaze; he lifted his right arm and caressed my cheek softly. "I didn't get a chance to say this, but you look beautiful tonight. This dress couldn't have looked better on anyone else," Dylan said as he slowly came closer to my face.
I lifted my hand to touch his chest, grazing my hand upwards, and then caught his collar to pull him passionately towards me. It was like the whole world went numb; nothing moved around us; nothing affected us. His hands ran through my sides downwards, and he lifted me as he pushed me upon him by my butt. He pinned me to his car's door for support as we passionately, uncontrollably, and madly drank each other. My mind kept screeching to stop, that this is going to mess things up and things will fall apart, but I couldn't stop anymore. Things were gone too far.
I could feel him throbbing in his pants. I didn't know if he was being this close to me and claim to have no feelings attached. I don't know if my brain was playing tricks on me, trying to make me believe that this kind of passion in a man can only be possible if he too felt what I felt. I wanted to scream that I love him into his mouth. I couldn't imagine better heaven than having his big, rough hands that fondled and squeezed every inch of my body.
"We should get home," Dylan said, as he slowly put me down and still held me pinned to the car as he tried to calm himself down a little so he could away from me. "Oh! Meg, you! You are! I am so worried that I will break every rule tonight." He said, looking down into my eyes. I pressed my face into his neck, taking in his aroma intoxicating myself further, preparing myself to sin tonight.
He led me to the shotgun seat, opened the door for me and leaned into the car to kiss me again, and got the seat belt around me, making me feel like a little girl who he was taking care of like a baby. My eyes continued to follow him as he closed the door and ran to the other side. I continued to stare at him as he got inside the car and pushed the ignition. "Don't look at me like that, baby girl! We won't reach home!" he said, and he held my chin in his hand and turned it straight.
I blushed as he started taking the car on the reverse. I wanted to glance back at him as I felt a strange pain across my body for looking at his face again. "I don't have a condom," Dylan announced as he drove through the parking lot towards the exit. I looked down at my hands as I felt the anticipation in my bones building. I didn't know what to reply to him, nor what will sound less slutty.
"Are we doing this? Meg, you want this?" Dylan asked as we sped past the roads, which were empty as it was pretty late already. I looked out of the window and saw the full moon shining above us. I looked back at Dylan, trying not to think about anything that he was saying. "Dyl, get me home!" I said almost in a whisper, placing my hand on his hand. He looked at me briefly as he took my hand and kissed it proceeding to intertwine his fingers with mine.
He felt more than my boyfriend than the real boyfriends that I ever had. I couldn't unsee that fact. I felt more alive than I ever was when he gets close to me. I felt his thoughts even before it occurs to him, I never believed in soulmates, but if this is not what a soulmate should feel like, then I think it is right to continue to believe no such thing exists.
We arrived at my place; he parked carefully at the parking side of the road where he usually parks and gets out of the car, sprinting to my side. He opens the door, helping me out, holding my hand. "Do you want to get your coat?" I asked as he closed the door and center locked it. "Meh, who needs any more clothes?" He said as he threw his hands around me and walking to the entrance area. His hands were on my waist, which he slides a little down every time he looks at me.
We waited for the elevator and felt the anticipation growing again. He came close to my ear and whispered, "Remind me to write you a presciption in the morning!" I looked up at him, understanding what he meant. The elevator opens, we walk in without giving in to the urge to lose control in an elevator. It is a cliche that I always tried to avoid. But I felt his hand playing up and down on my bare back, which gave me a weird sensation throughout my body.
The elevator door opens on my floor, we both get out still, trying to wait until we get into the apartment. I fumble with keys as he patiently waits behind me to open the door. As I open the door, Dylan sweeps me up into his arms, and he carried me in, letting me lock the door while he still carried me. "I have been holding it in for so long, Meg! I can't promise you to be gentle," he said before we locked our lips in raw passion. He took me into my bedroom and placed me on the bed.
He took off his shirt, revealing his toned, brown-skinned body in the light of my bedroom lamp. Then he leaned over me, locking our lips again as he slid my dress away from my shoulders. "Daddy! Take me!" I said as I leaned back a little to look at his face. I bit my lip as I saw his lustful eyes staring down at me.
I threw my hands around his neck to turn him and make him sit on the bed. I sat astride in his lap, looking at his face before I teased his lips a bit as I moved back a forth a little in his lap. "You're mine tonight!" he said as he wrecked my body, shuddering me in pieces, making me cry out both in pain and pleasure.
I have never been with a man in my entire life who made me feel these things that he did. He slept off in my arms as he couldn't stand any more pleasure. But with every pleasure, and every break of the rule, something awaited. Something terrible, I could feel it was just around the corner.