28 - I'm hers

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I am a hot and sweaty mess with Luna's naked body plastered against mine. But I don't really care.

I welcome all the high temperatures if it means she will never let go.

Moving and waking her up are not my plans anytime soon. Having her this peaceful snuggled up against me after the amazing night we had would be a crime. I want to stay in this little bubble for as long as possible.

Because I am head over heels for this girl. I am whipped, pussyfied, wrapped around her little finger. Whatever the fuck it is called... I am it.

I would jump off a goddammit cliff if she asked me to.

I feel it all with her. I feel happy, content, fully satisfied.

Not to mention the amazing sex we've had last night. Abby never let me try different things when it came to sex. It was always so fucking vanilla and she always got mad if I got too rough. Even though there was nothing vanilla in being bent over her fucking desk with a douchebag fucking her from behind.

Her constant restrictions made me suppress a huge part of me, I became awfully aware of the need to be gentle. But the moment Luna asked me to fuck her hard, it blew my mind. It stirred something in me and I let go. For the first time in... well, ever, sex was fucking amazing.

Nothing is missing. Not anymore.

And this is everything I didn't feel with Abby.

Maybe that's why I always felt like something was missing, why I felt like I needed to fight harder. Because we weren't meant to be. Things with Abby were never as easy as they are with Luna, not in a million years.

Luna stirs lightly and automatically my hand travels down from her shoulder to her lower back in a soft caress.

A little moan slips from her mouth, making me shudder right away. It doesn't matter what this girl does, it gets to me. She could be fucking farming and I'd still be down for a fuck. Or whatever she wants.

She finally gave in and allowed me to lose my control, last night. I took it seriously and had my fun with the green ticket she gave me. Just remembering everything along with her little moan, makes me hard again and that is why I squeeze on her fat ass, hard.

"Fuck!" she yelps in surprise, wiggling away from my hand and consequently moving closer to my dick. "Of course," she groans the moment she feels my morning wood.

"Well, it's your fault." I snicker.

"Did I create a sex beast or something?" she fake mocks but all I can hear is how her voice is still husky from sleep and how even that little detail works in favour of my hard-on.

"Create? No. Awaken? Totally," I smirk, pulling her up, on top of me.

"HA-HA, someone's funny this morning."

"I'm just in a good mood. I always am, when you're around even if you're being the female version of the Grinch." She swats my arm and I smirk before pecking her nose. "How are you feeling?"

"A little sore," she smirks." I hadn't had sex in over a year."

"I love knowing I left you sore," I wiggle my eyebrows at the same time I grab a handful of her ass before massaging it and skimming through her soft skin until I reach her back. "But I was asking because of last night's... emotional encounter."

"I don't want to talk about it," she answers in a clipped tone.

"Baby," I insist, pulling her tighter against me. "It's ok to be angry and confused and sad... And angry."

"I am angry," she huffs and continues pouring her heart out, at a fast pace. "That motherfucker left me with a sick woman, knowingly. Disappeared off the face of the earth, made a fortune for himself and still didn't come back to help me. His little sculpture orders are not enough to erase the shit he's done. I-"

"What?"

"I hate him," she whispers in a weak voice and I can't help but bring her head to my chest, hugging her to me.

"No, you don't. You're angry and hurt but you don't hate him." I kiss the top of her head.

"I've never had a fucking panic attack in my life... If it weren't for you, I don't know how I would have coped or even gotten out of it."

"There's always a first and there are a couple of ways you can talk yourself out of them, I can teach you if you want. If by chance it happens again and I am not there, you know you'll be fine."

She peeks up at me from underneath her lashes, her intense gaze locked on me. She seems confused and scared. Or is she curious? It's in situations like these that I would like to know what's going on inside her head, to be able to read her completely.

"What?" I ask.

"How do you even know about this stuff?"

Oh.

Memories of the first time I saw my mom have a panic attack rush to my brain. I only remember her crying in her bedroom in the middle of the night. She was backed up against one of the walls, with her knees to her chest and arms around them.

I was sleeping with her like I often did before my dad came along, and woke up with her like that, on the opposite side of the bedroom.

Now, I know it was a panic attack after a vivid nightmare but back then I was fucking scared, thinking the boogie man had scared her or some shit.

That might have been the turning point in my protectiveness over her. I was shitting my pants and still went to her and hugged her until she stopped crying.

Then, it happened again when dad came back and I remember hating his guts for making my mom cry - even if now I understand it wasn't his fault.

"Uhm," I cleat my throat. "I had a good and happy childhood but my mom not so much. She had me when she was sixteen, as you already know, and raised me by herself until I was six. She went through a traumatic experience before I was born and she had them quite often. I was often the one to bring her out of it and with time I kind of found the techniques that worked out properly."

"Oh," she trails off, surprised. "What happened?"

"I-, Do you mind if she's the to decide if you can know or not?" I stutter like a fool, but hopefully, she'll get it. " I mean, I wouldn't mind telling you but it's... It's not my story to tell."

"Of course," she smiles softly. "I'm sorry though, that she had to go through something that bad that had her have those. Believe me, I felt fucking hopeless last night and I am not fond of the feeling."

"It's fine," I reassure her.

"Thank you," she whispers. "I still don't understand what you see in me to stick around but I am eternally grateful."

"I can tell you what I see in you if you want" I start, listing in my mind her qualities but something better comes to my mind. "Or I can show you."

She giggles when I wiggle my eyebrows and let out an overly seductive smirk. She's been laughing and chuckling often around me but I've never heard this kind of feminine and shy giggle.

I love it, I love that I can bring every part of her to the surface.

"What are we doing, Dylan?" she asks, sobering up a little bit from our bliss state.

"What do you mean?" I know what she means but I still play dumb.

"You know what I fucking mean," her signature harsh tone is back. "What are we doing? What are we?"

"I will be whatever the fuck you want me and need me to be," I tell her truthfully.

"But you just got out of a long relationship, with your best friend nonetheless... I-"

"Look at me," I tilt her chin up. "What I feel when I see you, when I am around you or even when I just think about you can't be compared to Abby." She deflates slightly and I continue, clearing it up. "I grew up thinking we were supposed to be together because that is what happened with my parents. They were high school sweethearts that found their way back to each other and I felt like she and I were meant to be together as well, but now... Now I can see how fucking wrong I was."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure? Baby, my world lights up when you're around. I get so happy it feels like there are fireworks in every corner. What I feel for you is so intense, the colours around me seem brighter. Everything gets better by just having your grumpy-grouchy ass with me. I can be me, unapologetically, with no limitations, no suppressions or bans. Now that I got a taste, there's no going back. You're stuck with me."

"Yeah?" She asks, still unsure.

"Fuck yeah!" I breathe before kissing her. "I'll be whatever the fuck you want me to."

"Sometimes it feels like you're too perfect to be real," she whispers against my lips, grazing her hands up my chest, making me shudder.

"I can show you how real I am," I smirk, my husky voice exposing how much I want her. "If you let me."

"Yeah," she breathes and I can't help but kiss her again.

"Yeah?" I ask before flipping us around, placing her underneath me this time around.

She nods eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a heated kiss.

"You'll have to be quiet this time around. My uncle's home and up, he could hear us."

"Alright," she moans when I slip my hand to her breast, teasing her nipple.

"Will you be able to, though?" I smirk, rubbing against her.

Her mouth opens in a perfect 'O' at the feeling of my erection against her warm and wet entrance. My hands tremble with desire, forcing me to tighten my grip on the back of her neck and hip when I finally enter her with a low moan.

Fucking hell, this is amazing.

She's amazing.

To say I was an ass for denying what I felt deep in my heart from the beginning is not enough. I'll never get tired of this, this feeling of belonging, of being complete.

The moment we locked eyes and I went speechless when we first met, it's the moment my soul found its other half. I was just too blind to realize it, that I was meant to be hers even before we met.

⛓️ A u t h o r ' s N o t e ⛓️

Our Dylan is just.... I am swooning. Hard!!!

Anyway, I wanted to complete the playlist for this story and I wanted to know when you read Dylan and Luna what songs come to your mind? What do you think represents them well??

See you soon guys, love you 💞

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