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but I didn’t know what to say to soothe it.
    “Dylan? I’m sorry”
    Dylan stopped running his hands through his hair, but didn’t say anything.  I just stared down at my cereal, as if by some sort of prophecy it would give me the answer that I needed. Dylan shifted in the bean bag, and when I looked up, I saw that he was on his knees facing me.  He came over to where I sat, and put his hands on my thighs. His eyes had darkened, and began to dance seductively. I felt my insides begin to flip flop again, as my body threatened to melt into a puddle in front of him.
    “I don’t want you to be sorry Mon.” his voice gravelly and deeper than usual.
    I stared down into my bowl and with one finger Dylan lifted my head and looked into my eyes. My excitement began to grow again, as I stared into his dark brown eyes that almost growled with sex appeal.
    “If I didn’t want it to happen, I could have stopped it” he said his voice so thick, that I couldn’t sit still on the couch.
    “But Tilly”
    “I know, I know, let’s worry about that later, let’s get us right first” he said with a smile, he took my bowl from my hands and put it on the table beside him.  I clamped my thighs shut, when I felt the whips of pleasure that was building and threatened to overflow.
    Dylan moved my legs, so that he could get between my knees, I felt the warmth of his hands under my pyjama legs.  He slowly moved his hands, up my thighs to my hips and sides and to my back. His touch was electric, and I could feel the heat of his body against mine. I closed my eyes with intoxication. I felt his lips, touch gently my chin, my cheeks, and brush past my lips.  He hungrily moved his way over my neck and to the opening of my pyjama top. His hands moved from my back to the bottom of my pyjama top, and with the tips of his fingers began to explore the skin of my sides.
    I sucked in my breath with pleasure, his fingers felt warm and his lips on my neck made my head spin with ecstasy.
    “Have you ever?” he asked muffled against my neck.
    I cleared my throat.
    “No” I said softly as he began to undo the buttons on the front of my pyjama top.
    My emotions were a mix of excitement, pleasure and fear.  I had heard about sex from my friends, my mother had never actually sat me down and gave me the talk. But in actual fact I had no idea on what to do. I didn’t know whether I was supposed to just lie there, or whether there was something I could do to make it better.  And how much was it going to hurt? Tilly said it was agonising. I didn’t want to be in agony.
    Dylan had managed to get all the buttons undone, and my pyjama top open to expose my breasts.  He groaned as he leant forward kissing them, and let his tongue dart over my nipple. It felt like all my nerve endings had come alive, I leant back into the couch, as my body could no longer hold my own weight anymore. With one hand, Dylan cupped one of my breasts, while his mouth worked all over the other, kissing, licking and sucking. The moan that I was too embarrassed to let escape, built up, and I could no longer hold it back, this seemed to be what he needed, as he became more eager as he moved his mouth over to my other breast, he ran his hand down my stomach to the top of my pyjama pants.
    I instinctively reached up and began to run my fingers through his hair, which seemed to excite him more, as his licking and sucking became more feverish. The hand that had sat poised at the top of my pants, moved down to my leg, rubbing my inner thigh, stopping just short of touching between them. I could almost feel pulses of electricity with a mix of excitement and frustration.
    “Are you sure you are ok with this Mon?” he asked, when he moved his mouth away from my breast and came up to kiss my cheeks.
    With my eyes still closed I groaned in response. I wasn’t sure, I didn’t know what I was doing, I was terrified of the ramifications, but I couldn’t stop, I didn’t want to stop.