Just Remember to Breathe (Thompson Sisters)

smirked, then turned around and unlocked the door. She took my hand and pulled me in. We tiptoed, in case Kelly was there, but as promised, she hadn’t come back to the room. Good for her and Joel, I thought.
    I took a deep breath, looking at her. She looked back, her eyes wide and green and beautiful, and I said the first thing that came to mind.
    “Is kissing you against the rules?”
    “Screw the rules,” she said. She stepped closer to me, and I put my arms around her, holding the heavy damned cast slightly away from her body. Oh, God, it felt good to touch her. She was breathing quietly as she tilted her head back, and I leaned close, and our lips touched.
    My eyes closed, and all my attention focused on where our lips touched, warm, welcoming. Hungry. Her arms came up around me, pressing hard against my back, and suddenly she was pressing her entire body against me. I could feel her breasts against my chest, her hips against mine, and I nearly gasped at the intensity of it. Her mouth opened, and our tongues touched, and she let out a soft moan.
    I let my knees bend, then gripped her hard around the waist with my right arm and behind the knees with my left. Our lips never lost contact as I lifted her up and carried her toward the bed. Slowly, I sat down with her still in my arms. She twisted, then wrapped her legs around me.
    My right hand trailed down her back and side to her thighs, then back up, and I breathed deeply, drinking her scent in. The smooth skin, the curve of her thigh, the sweet smell of her hair and face.
    “Oh, my God, I’ve missed you, Dylan,” she said.
    I shifted, bringing my mouth to her neck. She tilted her head back, exposing her entire neckline, and I slowly moved my lips along her jawline to just below her ear.
    I whispered, “I love you.”
    At that, she put both hands to my chest and pushed, tilting me back onto the bed. I kicked off my shoes, and she straddled me, laying her chest against mine. She brought her lips to my neck, and I could feel her incredible hair against my lips. I felt her hands against my shirt buttons.
    She let out a low chuckle.
    “What?” I said.
    “You know,” she said, her voice almost a growl, “With this cast, you’re going to be practically helpless. I’ve finally got you under my control.”
    “I can live with that,” I said, shivering.
    She kept unbuttoning my shirt, working her way down slowly, licking my chest as she moved. I closed my eyes, arching my back a little, pushing closer to her. I gasped as she lightly bit one of my nipples, then let out a low groan as her tongue worked its way down my chest. My right hand lay uselessly at my side, encased in its cast, as the left one slowly traced the line of her back, her butt, her legs. I was lightheaded; this was better than any drug I’d ever known.
    We were both breathing heavily as I said, “I don’t ever want to be the voice of reason. But is this leading further than you intended?”
    She nodded, her hair running across my chest, then she whispered, “I don’t care.”
    I looked down my chest, then reached out with my left hand, taking her underneath her armpit and pulling her up to me until we were face to face. There was no way she didn’t know just how aroused I was, not in that thin little dress, with her legs wrapped around me.
    I took a deep breath, and said, “You wanted to wait. I don’t want to fuck this up by going too fast. Alex… you mean too much to me for that.”
    She kissed me, her lips slow and deliberate, her tongue just touching my upper lip, then whispered, “Dylan, make love to me. It’s been at least twenty minutes since we got here. I’ve waited long enough, damn it.”
    I chuckled, and then she laughed, and got up on her knees and slowly pulled her dress up over her head.
    I won’t lie. I’d been fantasizing about this moment for three years. In our time in Israel, we’d done a lot of making out. A lot of breathless moments. But I’d never seen her without her clothes, and right at that moment, there was nothing in the world I would have traded for it. She had a fantastic body, curved, her breasts hidden behind a black lace bra that took my breath away. My heart was pounding. From excitement, from fear.
    “You’ll have to do all the hard work,” I murmured. “You know, my hand….”
    She grinned. “I think you’re taking advantage.”
    I nodded. “Yes.”
    She whispered, “I’m… not… um…”
    Her face flushed red, and she leaned