Page 21 of Consumed By Fire

I move my hand along his entire length, and I hear him panting while keeping his eyes fixed on me. I'm a little unsure how to do it. His hand guides me, moving it up and down slowly. He lets his head fall back, inhaling between his teeth. I lower my head and lick his salty tip, wrapping my lips around his erection. His breathing quickens.

"Fuck, baby..." He growls as I slowly take him in my mouth. I feel his eyes on me and when I look up and see him staring at me, I feel like I'm getting even wetter. It's big and thick and I don't think I can take more than half of it in my mouth. I embolden myself and lower my head even further, making it go all the way down my throat. I feel him tremble. He hasn't stopped looking at me for a moment. He sticks his hands into my hair and slowly pulls back. I tighten my lips around his cock and take it back in my mouth, making him shiver again.

“Baby, I won't last much longer,” he says and I let it pop out of my mouth, only to pick it up and suck it while moving my hand along its length. He retracts, taking my face and kissing me as he makes me lie on the bed. He positions himself between my legs. I feel his erection brush against my opening and then make its way into me. He gives me time to get used to him until he starts moving in and out. I have the sensation of catching fire. His mouth won't leave mine and his fingers are intertwined with mine above my head. He loves me, consuming me, erasing any fear and uncertainty I had, making me lose track of space and time. Increasing the speed, he sucks at the base of my neck and I start feeling the chills of an orgasm. I come screaming his name, gasping in search of air, when I feel him pushing inside me more, emptying himself.

We’re out of breath. Drops of sweat slip from his temple and his eyes are lost in mine.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispers, smiling and then kissing me before pulling out, leaving a feeling of emptiness. He gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom. I feel the water flow and he comes back with a damp cloth. I get up on my elbows, intrigued by what he plans to do. When he spreads my legs, wiping me and then kissing me there, my heart skips a beat. He goes to take the cloth to the bathroom and then returns to bed, taking me in his arms. I now feel all the tiredness of today and I curl up in his arms yawning, letting myself be lulled by his breath.

"Let's go to sleep, baby."

"Hmmm-hmmm," I reply and I feel him smile.

12

DYLAN

I never expected to make love to her and above all to feel so ... loved. The way she managed to touch that still hidden part of me was amazing.

"Let's go to sleep, baby," I whisper to her. It has been a long day and tomorrow will be even longer.

"Hmm-hmm," she replies, and I smile while kissing her head. She’s exhausted. She hugs me and having her in my arms is just perfect. "I love you," she whispers and for a moment, I think I dreamed it. She’s already sleeping, and I hug her.

"Me too, baby," I say, closing my eyes.

The alarm goes off and she moans as she pulls the blanket over her head. I turn it off and slowly lower the blanket.

"Good morning, Charlotte."

"It can't be daylight already. It’s unfair,” she says, raising her beautiful eyes and looking at me. I’d like to kiss her but I'm afraid—afraid that maybe she regrets having slept with me.

"So, I didn't dream it,” she says, stroking my cheek. That's all I need to clear the fear from my head.

"Does it depend on what you think you dreamed of?" I tell her, grinning. She widens her eyes as soon as I start tickling her. She squirms, laughing, begging me to stop, and I do, before kissing her.

"We have to go, though I’d gladly keep you all to myself," I say.

"Mmm, really?"

"Of course. I'm not going to let you go ever again. Never."

"That's a pretty big statement to make, Dylan, but I like it."

"I'm aware of that," I tell her, brushing her lips, taking her in my arms. "Shower, breakfast, and then we go to Boston."

"Sounds like a good plan,” she says, clinging to me like a koala. "But first I need coffee."

"You'll have it, I promise," I say, putting her down in the shower. I'm about to leave when she pulls me in with her. The day couldn’t have had a better start.

Charlotte is drying her hair when her cell-phone vibrates with a message from her mother. She tells her that yesterday's surgery went well and her father is resting. I'm happy and Charlotte is, too.

After a great breakfast and delicious coffee, we got into the car. We have a long way to go and I’d like to arrive before lunch time.

I love the way she makes me feel, and I love having her in my arms.

I discovered a little more about that carefree and sweet Charlotte. She tells me about her childhood, her travels with her grandfather, the bond she had with her father up to a certain age and how that changed. I tell her about me, even though there isn’t much to say. I’ve had a simple and boring life. My parents have always been there and I can never thank them enough for everything they’ve done for me. I’m able to tell her about some trips I took when I was a Marine, about how clumsy I was in the early days. We laugh a lot and the hours fly by. I seem to have known her for a lifetime. I don't have the courage to confess that I’ve fallen in love with her. I'm afraid of scaring her away, so I'll wait for the right moment.

The closer we get to Boston, the more nervous I feel. That’s because I’ll meet her parents or maybe because I know that her mother could hurt her. But I'll be there to protect her from everyone if need be.

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