Lost in You

arms cross, her hands picking up her shirt and pulling it over her head.
    Her breasts are bare. I don’t know where to look. My eyes travel from her eyes to her breasts and back. I want to touch her and think she wants me to as well, but what if she doesn’t? I had to lead up to this before and now everything is happening so fast and in the back of my mind I remind myself that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I want to touch her. Her eyes close when my fingers graze her nipple. It hardens against my fingertips. I touch the other one. She leans back, breaking our connection. I crawl over the top of her, touching her again. She opens her eyes when I settle in between her legs. Her smile is breathtaking, she wants this… me. Her fingertips travel up and down my back, pulling me closer. Our mouths are inches apart. Our foreheads rest against each other, lips touching lightly. She pushes on my ass, creating friction. I can’t hold back. I kiss her hard, not waiting for her to meet me halfway. My arm shakes from holding myself up. I’m afraid I weigh too much. My fingers roll over her nipple as she pushes me into her again. Her back arches as I kiss down her neck. I’ve been so afraid I wouldn’t know what to do, but my body knows. It knows how to make her feel good.
    Taking her nipple in my mouth, I bite down lightly. Her hand flies to my hair and pulls, which feels good. I add more pressure and move my hips more, alleviating the pressure that’s building. She moans and I like it. I like knowing that I’m causing these reactions. She rolls us over, shocking me. I didn’t realize she was this strong. She straddles me, her mouth moving over my chest. She bites down on my nipple and now I know what it felt like and why she liked it so much. She moves down, kissing her way toward my hard-on. I reach out and grab her arm. I don’t think I’d be comfortable with her doing that . She sits up and grinds, adding pressure to my groin. I sit up, hell-bent on moving her, but she pushes harder and rocks, creating much needed friction.
    “I want to do this with you,” she whispers against my lips as she moves a bit faster. The soft sounds coming from her make me believe she’s getting pleasure, too.
    I can’t speak, only nod. I want this. I want to experience this with her. She jumps off of me and walks over to her dresser. She comes back with a condom in her hand. I swallow hard over what I’m about to do. She hands it to me and slides off her panties. I try not to look, but I can’t help it. I follow her lead and push off my boxers, my erection springing free. I try to push it down, but to no avail. If she thinks it’s funny, she doesn’t laugh. She climbs back on top of me, kissing me all over as she works her body over mine. Her hand slides into mine, taking the condom from me.
    She’s done this before, but I’m trying not to think about that as she opens the package and slides the latex rubber on me. The sensation alone is going to make me cum and I know that would be embarrassing. My body tenses when she centers herself over me. I don’t think it’s supposed to be like this. She’s supposed to be underneath me.
    “Relax, let me show you.” She picks up each of my hands and places them on her hips. I push her down lightly, feeling myself enter her. Her eyes close, but I watch. The sensation of being in her rocks my core. I feel the need to scream or something. I don’t know. My hands grip her hips and move her up and down. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t.
    Dylan moans and moves up and down faster, causing an intense buildup in my stomach. I grunt hard as my body releases. She falls forward, kissing my chest and rocking against me slowly.
    “Happy Birthday, Ryan,” she says against my skin.
    I wrap my arms around her and worry that I didn’t satisfy her and I don’t like that fear. “Can we do that again? I think I’m supposed to last longer and maybe touch you.”
    “Says who?” she asks, laughing.
    I shrug. “I read it in a magazine.”
    “Yeah, we can do it again.” She looks at me when she says this, the glint in her eyes says so much more than words. I have a feeling I’m about to learn a lot from her.

CHAPTER 38
    Hadley
     
     
    I think I have a problem.
    Sure, I paint a happy smile on my face each time I step out of my hotel room and loop my arm into Cole’s. I pose whenever there is a camera around. I feed him ice cream when fans are lurking. I do everything