DYLAN.
The timing could not have been worse. Kiera and I were snuggling on the couch, watching To All The Boys I've Loved Before for the tenth time that summer, as per it was Thursday and On The Run was making waves in and out of cinemas, and was it just me or Kiera baby was becoming more beautiful every day? Sappy shit aside, she nestled her head just under my chin and my chest burst full of pride. In myself. I saved this girl and here I was, falling like crazy for her. She had no clue yet, though, even if it was written across the sky in rainbow colours.
"What'd you rather do?" I sniffed her hair, bored with the movie.
She tilted her cute little face so that she was setting me afire with her hot gaze like that. The only thing I could look at was her mouth, the curve and dent of those pink lips as she smirked, playing with the collar of my shirt, opening the first two buttons.
"What do you want me to do?"
I did not have to think twice. "Kiss me."
So she did, without hesitation, taking me fully, hungrily, as we merged into the couch and I had my taste of heaven in her. That sexy ass ground on my crotch as she licked her lips subtly.
"Anything else?" I whispered, breathing her strawberry breath that made me horny as hell, my tone raspy and strained to the limit. If kissing her was this good, I wondered how bedding her would be, with all the lights out so she alone could glow in the darkness of the world she built for me.
"12 midnight," she stole a few more kisses, settling between my thighs, the straps of her champagne slip dress fell off one shoulder, exposing a column of what drove me over limits. I reclaimed her mouth again, pressing against her supple body with all I had as she reciprocated the gesture with equal, if not more passion.
"12 midnight," Kiera reiterated, then I remembered she was saying something. I arched my brows in question. 12 midnight?
"You sneaked inside my room," she slurred, "I wasn't asleep. Was having this creepy dream and then your noise woke me up. What was that?"
"Where were we?" My heart beat fast. Would she catch on? The girl was smart.
"Hmm," her soft arms encircled my neck, heat crackled like burnt paper in the air between us.
"Somewhere around..." Taking it slow, she kissed her way down my chest, unbuttoning the rest as she made progress while I shuddered invariably, urging her on with my hands torturing everywhere they could reach on her, from the rounded cups of her bottom to under her dress and over her panties and further up where I met bare expanse of smooth cool skin. She shivered though the weather was burning hot outside, "here," she whispered, finally reaching her goal, my sculpted V-line.
"You little whore," I swore, my voice strained through the pressure of the blood rushing through my groin.
"What?" She whispered, "You want me to continue? Say yes."
I didn't have words, but the will to grab her waist and kiss her completely senseless, tearing the skimpy clothing from her body and crushing her against mine, insane with out-of-this-world desire. She moaned. It was enough. Enough to push me to do things I never intended doing, like taking one peaked dusky nipple in my mouth, like pulling it gently through my teeth and getting her erotic moans out.
"I fucking love you," I whispered, barely hearing myself, completely mad. I knew this girl would be my undoing, if her body did not finish me first.
"Get that." Pulling her up, I peppered her face with wet kisses. "Into your head."
She smiled shyly, tugging the straps of her dress that I'd violated in the heat of our passion. I raised my brows. The gesture made her all the more cute but I preferred it when she was less self-conscious.
"I'll do it."
Frozen, Kiera stopped.
"I'll do it," I rushed, wearing the damn thing on her properly, pausing long enough to kiss her again and mutter, "I wonder what it'll be like... To get in you."
"Ah Dylan," she groaned, covering her face with both palms.
"Don't blame me." I shrugged, "Blame yourself. For being a fucking good kisser."
"Come," I took her hand. She rose from the couch, staring animatedly at me. "Come."
***
We rounded the corner to the swimming pool. She tried withdrew her petite palm immediately but I held on to it.
"What's wrong? Tell me, baby girl."
"Dylan I... I... Let me just get back inside." The weak tug came again, for there was no way she was getting out of that grasp unless I acquiesced.
"Come on," her tugs became frantic. That did it. I pulled her into a bear hug and kissed her forehead. "Calm down. Breathe."
"Let me go," she insisted, pulling away. "Just leave me."
I watched her wipe the few tears trickling down her face in absolute confusion. "What's going on? I don't understand. Come on, Kiera."
As her body distanced from mine, I felt coldly empty.
"Let the slave go," said another. Another... That turned out to be Joanne.
"Kiera!" I yelled, reaching out to catch empty air, for the girl had run into the house.
Frustrated, I barked, "What the hell do you want?"
Joanne was taken aback. "Pardon?"
"Get down to why you had to interrupt us or get lost. And do it fast," I simmered, wishing she would just disappear already so I could pick up from where I left off.
Joanne opened her mouth and closed it again without stating anything.
"Can't you talk?"
She held out what appeared to be an invitation card. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that it was for a wedding. Our wedding. The one in her dreams, for sure.