A light In Her Darkness

Chapter Seven - Pushing limits

 Ava’s P.O.V

With his lips on me, my hands trailing his body, it was making my heart was racing, but I was also shaking inside, scared and I don’t know why I trust him. I pulled away, needing to catch my breath for a moment. I felt Dylan’s hand on my cheek, his thumb caressing my cheek. I opened my eyes, looking at him. He was looking back at me, that strange look on his face again, the one I can’t seem to understand. He still had that gentleness in his eyes, one of the things that made me trust him. I reached in, running my hands through his hair, wrapping my arms around his neck. His full body seemed to shiver anytime I touched him. I don’t understand why I can have that kind of effect on him.

“Would you like to share? You seem lost in your own little world.” He chuckled.

“Sorry.” I giggled, “Just thinking, that’s all.” I added.

I was still on his lap; neither of us seems in any rush to move. Dylan reached in, placing his hands on my hips, reaching for my lips again, I happily gave them to him. I pressed my body tight against his as we kissed. I could feel my entire body responding to him, making me want to let him run his hands all over me…only that though…only kissing and touching, nothing else, that would be too much at one time for me to cope with. The kiss started slow, gentle but soon heated up. It was like we were eager for each other. I removed my hands from his neck, running my fingertips down his back, feeling his muscles tense as I trailed every inch. He groaned into my lips. I was turned on; I am not going to lie. I know I was going to push my limits tonight, with him that was OK. I sat up straight, reaching for the bottom of his tee I had on, sliding it over my head, throwing it on the floor, leaving me in my bra, Dylan watching me intensely as I did.

“Ava, you sure? You can keep it on I don’t mind.” He smiled.

“Yes.” I breathed out.

All of a sudden, I felt self-conscious, my hands automatically covering myself up. He looked up at me, reaching for my arms.

“Don’t Ava. You are beautiful, don’t hide, especially not from me,” He said, pulling my arms away from my body.

I swallowed hard, nodding my head as our lips connected again. Dylan’s hands landed on my side, his fingertips running up and down them. My full body shook, moaning as I felt his hands on me.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

“No. I will tell you when it’s my limit.” I said, Dylan nodding.

I pulled myself away from him, rolling on to my back, grabbing the band of his bottoms, pulling him on top of me. I reached up, crashing my lips against his. His half-naked body against mine made me feel good. Again I let my hands wander, down his back before landing on his ass, giving it a quick grab, giggling. He had a nice ass, and I couldn’t help myself. He chuckled against my lips, pulling away, looking down at me.

“You an ass kind of girl?” He laughed.

“Yes.” I giggled, doing it again and making him groan.

I reached for his hand, placing it on my stomach.

“Touch me, Dylan.” I purred at him.

“Are you sure?” He asked again.

“Yes. Please touch me. Show me that not all hands are so cruel.” I breathed out.

He nodded, reaching down, his lips starting at my jawline, placing soft kisses along it before his lips moved to my neck, doing the same there. I groaned, my head falling back, he traced the skin of my stomach, hips and thighs with his fingertips. I arched off the bed, arching into his touch. His touch was driving me insane, making me weak. I could feel his excitement pressed against me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Yes it was good I could do that too him, but on the other hand, it meant I would need to do something to help him out and that I am not sure if I am ready for yet.

“Beautiful.” He whispered against my skin, his lips now at my throat, making it was down.

I tensed a little, but I never wanted him to stop, not just yet. It was like he sensed that cause he moved further down, skipping my bra cladded breasts, his lips falling on my ribs and stomach, trailing butterfly kisses on my skin, they felt as light as feathers,  soft and slow. I felt a little light-headed with his lips all over me. He moved down, skipping past my centre, his lips falling on my inner thighs, my legs shaking, groaning loudly. His lips were like heaven…a haven to me.

 I reached down, running my hands through his hair as he kissed his way back up my body until he was towering over the top me, looking down at me. His face flushed, his eyes were darker and a smile on his lips. I found myself returning the smile. I reached for him, pulling his lips down against mine, kissing him passionately, and letting my fingers retrace his body. I pushed down on his ass with my hands, pressing his front against mine. His hard-on was pressing straight against my core, making me call out. My head back and my hips arching into him. I could feel myself getting more excited, a heat rising between my legs, and I decided it would be a good time to stop. I was about to say to him, but he must have sensed the difference in my body language cause he pulled away first.

“I think that is enough for tonight.” He smiled, stroking my cheek.

“Thank you.” I smiled appreciatively.

He reached down, pecking my lips once more before rolling off me. I was beyond breathless as I lay there. I could hear my own heart in my chest, thudding. I turned to look at him to find him lying on his back, his breathing heavy and his eyes closed over. I looked down seeing the excitement in his trousers, instantly feeling bad cause I caused it and never sorted it.

“Um…sorry, about…um, that.” I said nodding at his crotch.

He chuckled a little before turning to face me.

“It is OK. That is easily sorted.” He smiled, “I will be back…um soon.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck, standing up, heading to the bathroom.

 I found myself giggling when he got nervous about what he was going to do.

He disappeared into the bathroom. I lay there, placing my hand over my heart, feeling how hard it was beating. I think he may have the same effect on me as I do him. I reached for his tee, pulling it back over my head, sliding back under the covers, making myself comfortable. I got lost in a world of my own until Dylan came back, relief on his face, making me giggle.

“Sorted?” I said, finding myself smirk a little.

“Yup! Sorry about that. Never fancied trying to get to sleep with that, wouldn’t be very comfortable.” He chuckled

“No, probably not.” I giggled, “Sorry again.” I added, a blush creeping on my cheeks again.

“It is fine.” He smiled, climbing into bed.

I lay there awkwardly, getting a little uncomfortable again.

“Hey, come here.” He whispered, reaching for me.

I shifted myself, resting my head on his chest, his arm falling around me. He held me close, making me feel warm and safe again. I snuggled into his side, letting my fingers draw shapes on his chest, his full body shaking when I did it. His fingers fell in my hair, stroking it softly. He reached down, kissing the top of my head.

“Try to get some sleep baby.” He whispered.

I smiled when he called me baby; no one has ever called me that. He had a point I was tired, struggling to keeps my eyes open. I snuggled in as close as I could get to him, enjoying the feeling of protection he was giving me.

“Night Dylan,” I whispered kissing his chest.

“Night beautiful…sweet dreams Ava.” He replied.

I felt my eyes beginning to close over, tiredness taking over. I liked being this close to him.