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“Will you let me touch you now?”

I’m not sure what he means. I stare at him blankly. Does he want to have sex?

“Come here. Sit with me.” He pats the space in between his legs and reaches for me with the other hand. I crawl over to him and sit between his legs stiffly with my back to his chest.

“Relax,” his breath whispers over my ear and causes my body to shiver. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight to his chest. It feels good to be cocooned in his arms. I rest my head on his shoulder and breathe deeply to try to calm down and stop shaking. For crying out loud, I’m eighteen years old and the guy just wants me to sit with him. I’m not nervous because I’m scared. I’m nervous because I don’t know what he wants to do to me. The anticipation makes my heart pound and my skin tingle. I blow out a huge breath and let myself soften into his arms. “There, not so bad, huh?” he asks softly.

“Not so bad.” My voice is rattled with nerves.

He runs his fingertips lightly up and down the inside of my arms, over my wrists and through my fingers.

“Is this okay? I just want you to relax and trust me. I want to make you feel good and I want you to know that I won’t hurt you. Okay?”

I nod and try to swallow the lump in my throat. He lightly massages my shoulders and down my arms, trying to get me to relax more. It feels so good. I close my eyes and allow my body to completely melt into him and trust him. His fingers move to the top button on my shirt. His knuckles graze my chest as he starts to unbutton my shirt slowly. He gives me plenty of time to stop him, but I don’t. I ignore the terrifying images trying to clutter my mind and I let my body win this battle. I want Dillon to make me feel good. I long to feel the tenderness of his touch. He gets to the last button and pulls my shirt open, letting it hang at my sides, exposing my new pink bra. I inhale a sharp breath when the cool air hits my heated skin.

“Okay?”

I still can’t form words, so I nod again. He gently grabs both of my wrists and raises them above my head, placing them around the back of his neck. I clasp my fingers together. The position causes my back to arch slightly and pushes my breasts out.

“You’re beautiful, Amy.” He dances his fingers over my collarbone, my chest, the swells of my breasts and down to my belly, skimming them just above the waistband of my skirt. My stomach contracts as he touches me. I can’t control my breathing anymore. It’s loud but so is his. His hot breath is blowing strands of my hair off of my neck. I can feel his chest heaving against my back. He continues his exploration, moving his hands slowly down to my thighs. His spread hands move down towards my knees and then back up, lifting my skirt with them. I squeeze my eyes closed, repeating a mantra in my head…he won’t hurt me…..he won’t hurt me. He massages the outside of my thighs and then moves inward. I tighten the clasp of my fingers behind his neck, my body starting to tense. My mind is quiet now while my body starts to scream. I can hear his heavy breathing and even a faint moan in my ear. My mouth falls open with an exhale and I squirm a bit, opening my legs slightly. I feel a pull in my belly and I feel wetness in my underwear.

“I broke things off with Candice,” he whispers into my hair.

I tilt my head up toward him and my lips graze his cheek. “Why?” I’m not even sure he hears me, my voice is so faint.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” As he talks, his hands are squeezing at my inner thighs, as if he desperately needs to touch me, but is fighting to gain control. “Last week, before you got home from shopping, I didn’t even know she was here. I was actually sleeping when she came into my room and climbed on me. She’s like that. She takes what she wants without any consideration for what other people want or feel. I didn’t stop her though. If I’m being completely honest, I was imagining it was you. I know I’m a complete asshole. I should’ve stopped her. I apologized to her. I want to apologize to you too. I’ve thought about this. I’ve thought about touching you like this for so long. Tell me you want this too.”

My heart starts beating faster as I turn my head a bit more to look up into his eyes. They’re burning with desire. I close my eyes and try to form words, but all that comes out is a whimper. His hands leave my thighs. One wraps around my belly and he places his other hand on my jaw to keep me in place while his lips slowly descend on mine. They are so soft and wet. He licks the opening of my mouth, forcing me to open, so he can slide his tongue in. He tastes like coffee and mint. He moves his tongue in my mouth slowly, exploring. I hesitantly move my tongue to his rhythm like a dance, letting him lead me and teach me. A soft noise bubbles up from my throat and his kiss becomes more intense. His tongue delves deeper into my mouth. His fingers on my belly start to dig into my skin. We moan into each other’s mouths, his grip on my jaw becoming tighter.