Page 38 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
Afraid that it might have been too much for her. We did have a lot of action and it can emotionally impact anyone. “Dylan, are you okay?”
“I really needed it. I’m not sad, I promise. I just,” she pauses, “finally feel free.”
And you will feel like this every fucking day. I will make sure of it.
“My pleasure.” I double-tap the side of her thigh to let her know I’m about to go fast. She fastens her arms around me, knowing what to do in this situation. It’s like a tango, we dance together on the bike, learning to move in sync. “You’re doing great, next time, I’m going to lean, and I need you to lean with me to the same side.”
“Okay. Got it.” Her pumped voice echoes in my helmet.
“Tell me if you don’t feel comfortable at any point.” What we’re doing here is building her trust in me on a dangerous machine. She’s willing and I’m capable of keeping her safe and treasured for it. Maybe in the future, she’d want her own bike. I sure hope so. I have a feeling she’ll be an amazing biker and a partner on the road.
Long Island City rises at our backs while the East River marvelously orchestrates the view of the Manhattan skyline.
We spend the late hours of the morning at Gantry Plaza State Park.
I trap her between the dock railings and my frame, loving the curves of her lush body against mine.
Her flaming locks fan her creamy skin as a breeze sweeps in. I breathe her hibiscus shampoo and the musky cream she applied to her skin. And I engrave this picturesque memory.
Ever since I lost my parents my one and ultimate goal was to find my path. My passion. And I love every aspect of my life. Yet, pleasuring Dylan became my new passion.
I’m addicted to the sounds coming out of those pillowy lips. The adherence she exhibits when she’s at my mercy. Letting me introduce her to my deviant thoughts. And fuck, I have many.
I don’t want to freak her out on the first day.I want more.I can’t stop thinking about her. My whole body is thinking about her.
There’s a limit to what a person can endure in the course of twenty-four hours. I’m trying to give her what she wants because that was the deal. I’m not planning on stopping until she utters those words. Yet, I’m still holding back.
Watching a woman come undone is the most beautiful thing. Giving her pleasure, showing her what her body is capable of, and serving her needs until she’s a sleepy mess. I would do it time and again just to witness the twinkle of desire in her eyes and the writhe of her body underneath my touch.
It’s easy to talk to her. Our conversations are ongoing. And we both enjoy the silence at times just appreciating our surroundings.
For some inexplicable reason that makes complete sense, I tell her my plans for the remainder of the year and my hopes for next year. Then, about Ronnie and his Nanna.
When she talks about her friend Sophie and her husband Matt, she lights up like Christmas morning.
“We all have a shared tattoo of three swords crossing each other that represents each one of us. Kind of like; all for one and one for all. Always there for each other, always will be.”
“Mates like that are rare. When you’re lucky enough to meet them, keep them.”
“Yeah, they are, and we’re the lucky ones.” She gazes up at me. Those big hazel eyes mirror the craving that’s been trapped inside her for so long.
My breath on her skin, my lips brush her cute nose. “What about the flowers on your forearm?”
“Indian paintbrush is an endangered flower in some areas and one of the most beautiful ones. I read about it when I was a kid because I was fascinated by flowers in general so I got the tattoo. I thought it could use a friend, one is boring.” Finishing her explanation, her lips press to mine, stealing my breath away.
Before we know it, rays of sunshine creep out. The weather is acting weird today.
I look at my phone. It’s almost two o’clock in the afternoon.
We still have plenty of time.
“No one ever took me from behind,” she blurts again.
“Fuck.” I cuss under my breath. I sense it’s kind of her thing. She’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind.
Yeah, say shit like that and expect me to not live up to it.
It will happen, though.
