understanding last
night. I am supposed to meet the counselor for the first time
tomorrow. Maybe next time, I won't panic."
Smiling warmly, he says, "Anytime you want to
practice, just let me know. It would only take one time to get past
the fear."
"Do you really think so? Come on, let's try
and see," I say dragging him toward the barn.
As he follows me into the barn Dylan says,
"All right, here's the plan. You are going to kiss me. You will be
in complete control all right?"
He steps inside an empty stall and sits down
on top of the fresh hay, then fully reclines as he holds his arms
up to me. I kneel and then lower myself down beside him. I put one
hand on his chest, stare into his dark green eyes glowing with
warmth, and lower my face to his. I lightly touch my lips to his
then quickly raise my head.
He smiles, "That's a good start, now do it
again." Opening his lips he encourages me to apply more pressure.
His arms are itching to wrap her tightly to him but he resists the
urge allowing her the complete control he promised. As she
continues to take short nibbles at his lips then retreating, she is
driving him crazy so he groans, "Skye, please kiss me. I want to
taste you."
Blushing I say, "I guess I don't know
how."
He gently places his hand on the side of my
face careful to make sure I still has complete control and
whispers, "Come here and open your mouth for me." As I lower my
mouth to his he slides his tongue inside tasting my sweetness. I
hear his moan of pleasure and a shiver slides down my spine.
As our tongues tangle he slowly pulls me
closer. When I raise my head and look down into his glowing eyes, I
whisper unbelievingly, "Wow, I never knew kissing could be so much
fun!" Then I lower my head again.
Dylan's heart is soaring. Skye is so sweet
and so innocent. It is going to take every ounce of his self
control to keep from scaring her again, but he is determined. He
knows she will be worth the wait.
I am so excited. I am kissing Dylan! But more
important than that, I'm not afraid! He is so wonderful, so
patient, and I love him. What? No, I can't be in love. He is a
really good friend, that's all.
******
That night at dinner, Bear enthralls everyone
with stories of his time in Vietnam. The former Marines are all in
awe of the man. He is careful not to talk about the goriest of the
details promising to tell the guys later after they return to their
quarters.
After helping clear the table all of the men
head for the barn except for Barry and Dylan. Melanie's pregnancy
keeps her extremely tired so she and Barry retire early and Dylan
and I decide on another walk down to the river.
When we reach an area a good distance from
the house he stops and pulls me loosely into his arms. He tenderly
gazes into my eyes, places his hand on the side of my face and
slowly lowers his head tenderly brushing his lips against mine.
When I raise my arms around his neck and pull his head closer he
tentatively pushes his tongue into my mouth. When I gasp, he
pauses. Then I tug on his head again and he delves deeply into the
sweetness of my mouth. Tasting every corner, every crevice he pulls
me closer to his body molding me perfectly against his. He moves
his hands down my back to my hips and gently presses me against his
erection. A low moan rumbles up from deep within his chest.
He raises his head and moves his lips down
the graceful curve of her neck, "Oh Skye, you are so sweet."
Breathing raggedly he says, "I can't get close enough to you," then
moves his lips back to my luscious ones.
I wiggle my body closer rubbing my aching
breasts against his chest and unknowingly pressing myself snugly
against his erection. Tugging on his head I tangle my tongue with
his and drink in his warmth.
Breathing raggedly he again moves his lips
down the gentle curve of my neck and he whispers,
"Oh, Darling, I think we better stop. You're
killing me."
Puzzled I look at him, "Killing you?"
"Sweetheart, you tempt me beyond my ability
to
night. I am supposed to meet the counselor for the first time
tomorrow. Maybe next time, I won't panic."
Smiling warmly, he says, "Anytime you want to
practice, just let me know. It would only take one time to get past
the fear."
"Do you really think so? Come on, let's try
and see," I say dragging him toward the barn.
As he follows me into the barn Dylan says,
"All right, here's the plan. You are going to kiss me. You will be
in complete control all right?"
He steps inside an empty stall and sits down
on top of the fresh hay, then fully reclines as he holds his arms
up to me. I kneel and then lower myself down beside him. I put one
hand on his chest, stare into his dark green eyes glowing with
warmth, and lower my face to his. I lightly touch my lips to his
then quickly raise my head.
He smiles, "That's a good start, now do it
again." Opening his lips he encourages me to apply more pressure.
His arms are itching to wrap her tightly to him but he resists the
urge allowing her the complete control he promised. As she
continues to take short nibbles at his lips then retreating, she is
driving him crazy so he groans, "Skye, please kiss me. I want to
taste you."
Blushing I say, "I guess I don't know
how."
He gently places his hand on the side of my
face careful to make sure I still has complete control and
whispers, "Come here and open your mouth for me." As I lower my
mouth to his he slides his tongue inside tasting my sweetness. I
hear his moan of pleasure and a shiver slides down my spine.
As our tongues tangle he slowly pulls me
closer. When I raise my head and look down into his glowing eyes, I
whisper unbelievingly, "Wow, I never knew kissing could be so much
fun!" Then I lower my head again.
Dylan's heart is soaring. Skye is so sweet
and so innocent. It is going to take every ounce of his self
control to keep from scaring her again, but he is determined. He
knows she will be worth the wait.
I am so excited. I am kissing Dylan! But more
important than that, I'm not afraid! He is so wonderful, so
patient, and I love him. What? No, I can't be in love. He is a
really good friend, that's all.
******
That night at dinner, Bear enthralls everyone
with stories of his time in Vietnam. The former Marines are all in
awe of the man. He is careful not to talk about the goriest of the
details promising to tell the guys later after they return to their
quarters.
After helping clear the table all of the men
head for the barn except for Barry and Dylan. Melanie's pregnancy
keeps her extremely tired so she and Barry retire early and Dylan
and I decide on another walk down to the river.
When we reach an area a good distance from
the house he stops and pulls me loosely into his arms. He tenderly
gazes into my eyes, places his hand on the side of my face and
slowly lowers his head tenderly brushing his lips against mine.
When I raise my arms around his neck and pull his head closer he
tentatively pushes his tongue into my mouth. When I gasp, he
pauses. Then I tug on his head again and he delves deeply into the
sweetness of my mouth. Tasting every corner, every crevice he pulls
me closer to his body molding me perfectly against his. He moves
his hands down my back to my hips and gently presses me against his
erection. A low moan rumbles up from deep within his chest.
He raises his head and moves his lips down
the graceful curve of her neck, "Oh Skye, you are so sweet."
Breathing raggedly he says, "I can't get close enough to you," then
moves his lips back to my luscious ones.
I wiggle my body closer rubbing my aching
breasts against his chest and unknowingly pressing myself snugly
against his erection. Tugging on his head I tangle my tongue with
his and drink in his warmth.
Breathing raggedly he again moves his lips
down the gentle curve of my neck and he whispers,
"Oh, Darling, I think we better stop. You're
killing me."
Puzzled I look at him, "Killing you?"
"Sweetheart, you tempt me beyond my ability
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