Sweet Dandelion

by Micalea Smeltzer

  “No, I want to make new memories.”

  His blue eyes are flames, devouring my soul with one little look.

  His throat bobs, tongue sliding out to moisten his lips. “Well,” he speaks after a moment, “to new memories then.”

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  “We’re fifty-nine minutes away from midnight and a new year!” The announcer on TV proclaims, a little too snug in his suit. “We’ll be back after this commercial break.”

  Grabbing the remote from Lachlan’s lap, I mute the TV.

  “What are you doing?” His surprise is evident.

  “This is boring. Let’s figure out our own way to make the next hour fun.” I blush as soon as the words leave my mouth, realizing what it sounds like I’m implying. “Don’t you have music? Dance with me, Lachlan.”

  “I don’t dance,” he grumbles.

  Standing, I grab his hands. “You’re going to dance with me.”

  He sighs and lets me force him off the couch. He towers above me and I feel incredibly small. He’s larger than life—my Superman.

  “I really suck at dancing.”

  I hold my pinky out. “I pinky promise I won’t tell anyone you suck at dancing.”

  He shakes his head, laughing, and curls his finger around mine. “You’re something.”

  “I’m everything,” I counter playfully.

  His eyes deepen in color as he tips his chin down. “Yes, you are.”

  “Music?”

  He points to a speaker in his kitchen I didn’t notice earlier and passes me his unlocked phone so I can use his music app. It doesn’t take me long to find what I want and soon a slowed down remix of Unsteady by the X Ambassadors is playing.

  Lachlan’s lips quirk and he holds out his hands, fitting one into mine and placing the other on my waist.

  I step up and squeak when he pulls me in even closer. Lowering his head to my ear he whispers gruffly, “If we’re going to dance, Dandelion, we’re going to do it right.”

  His words send a shiver down my spine.

  I’ve never liked being called my full name, except by my mom, but hearing it on Lachlan’s tongue gives me a new appreciation for it.

  We sway back and forth in the middle of his apartment, my feet cushioned by the fluffy rug beneath my toes. Zeppelin watches us with an amused look, for a dog anyway. I know it’s not as if we’re dancing like professionals, but this still feels like everything.

  “Why’d you want to dance?” he murmurs gently, our bodies so close I feel the vibration of his vocal cords through my whole body.

  “Because I can,” I whisper. “I might not be able to run, but I can still do this. I’m taking your advice, and focusing on what I can do.” A look crosses his face. “What? Tell me.”

  He shakes his head, his lips quirking the tiniest bit. “You have no idea how incredible you are.”

  “I’m average. Boring. Definitely not incredible.”

  His lips find the shell of my ear again. “That’s what the most brilliant and remarkable people always say. Trust me, Dani, you’re incredible.”

  His words fill my body with heat, emboldening me to take what I want.

  While we sway, my fingers find the back of his neck, sliding into his hair. His eyes close for a second, but it’s all I need.

  On my tiptoes now, I kiss him. It feels like it’s been forever since I have, but I know that isn’t true. It doesn’t matter though, because my body still reacts like it’s the first time. Bubbles jump and burst in my stomach, my heart fluttering like a butterfly desperate to break free. I expect him to push me away, but he doesn’t. He tugs me closer, his hand sliding lower over my hip until his fingers basically splay over my entire ass.

  His embrace is tight, like he’s holding onto what’s his.

  I want to be his more than anything.

  I’ll let him have me, all of me, every sad and happy thought, every emotion, my body, my heart. It’s his for the taking.

  His hands cup my face, nearly swallow it in his grasp, deepening the kiss. He claims me, his tongue and mine twisting together.

  “Why does it have to be you?” he whispers gruffly, moving his lips over my face.

  “Kiss me,” I beg, not even caring if I sound wanton.

  He does, our dance long forgotten but a whole new one beginning to play out.

  His hands move down my body, creating a trail that sends fire spreading through my body. “Touch me,” I beg. “Please.” My voice is achy with need.

  “Dani—”

  “Please.”

  His uttered, “Fuck,” is a deep rumble.

  One of his hands moves from my side, up, up, up, until it rests under the curve of my small breast.

  “Lachlan,” I beg between kisses. “More.”

  His thumb rubs against the sensitive nub hidden beneath my bra. His other hand goes to my back, fisting the fabric between his big fingers. It might be permanently wrinkled after his touch, but I don’t care. He can ruin my shirt, he can ruin me.

  Our kiss becomes more frantic, and heat thickens the air until I swear I feel dampness on my skin. My elbows rest on his shoulders, my hands gripping his hair.

  His lips move down my neck, causing me to arch my back in response. My hips push into his and there’s no ignoring the hardness straining his jeans. The moan that leaves my lips should embarrass me, but I refuse to be ashamed for feeling pleasure.

  “Come here,” he growls, gripping the backs of my thighs.

  I give a small squeal when he picks me up like I weigh nothing. His lips descend on mine once more, stealing the breath I was barely beginning to catch.

  His long legs round the couch, carrying me down the hall. He taps the door to his bedroom with his foot and in a blink my back hits his mattress.

  His big body is a blanket over mine. With his grip on my neck, our lips are only separated by millimeters. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  “Show me.”

  His eyes flash in the darkened bedroom, only illuminated by the lights emanating from the outside. “Dani—”

  “Show me,” I beg, kissing his chin. “Show me.” His jaw. “Show me.” His cheek. “Show me.”

  His eyes stare deep into mine.

  Looking.

  Searching.

  Finding.

  The hand on my neck goes to my face, and he squeezes my cheeks, not hard, but possessively. “We can’t come back from this.” His hold loosens a bit.

  “We already can’t.”

  He blinks once, twice, three times. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Before he can think too much, I wrap one leg around his waist, my hand flat on his chest, and use all my body weight to push him over until he’s flat on the bed. I sit on top of him, rolling my hips against his. My core tightens, my whole body quivering with what I want—need.

  “Dani—”

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  I lower my head over his, my hair sweeping forward. Our kiss is searing, tongues tangling with passion and our barely leashed desire.

  His hands grip my ass tightly, rolling me against him harder, faster.

  “Oh God.” He’s going to make me come if he doesn’t stop. Riding him like this, even through both our jeans, is rubbing my pussy in a way that makes my whole body quiver. “Lachlan,” I shudder his name, feeling the orgasm build inside me.

  His hands move beneath my loose tank-top. My skin is so heated that his touch feels like ice against me. Goosebumps dot my body from his touch as it climbs higher and higher.

  “Lift your arms,” he commands in a deeper than normal voice.

  Still rolling my hips against his erection, which is somehow even larger than before, I do what he says.

  Holding my arms straight above my head, he sits up, lifting the flimsy piece of fabric above my body, revealing the lacy strapless bra I put on, and gently lays the garment on the bed beside us.

  “You’re gorgeous, Dani.”

  He looks in my
eyes when he says it and I believe it.

  His gaze lowers to the small swells of my breasts. For a second I want to be embarrassed about my size B boobs, but the look he gives them has me only feeling powerful instead. His mouth closes around my right breast, his mouth warm and wet against the weak covering. I don’t know if he can tell in the dark, but I know if the lights were on he would for sure clearly see the round pink buds.

  He leans back and I mewl in protest but the sound is cut off when he gives my other breast the same attention.

  “God, Lachlan,” I cry out, tugging on his hair as I grind down on him.

  With a desperate franticness to my movements I pull and yank at his shirt until he hooks his thumbs in the back of it, yanking it off. He places it beside mine on the bed, leaning back he rests his body on his elbows. A hesitant smile playing on his lips as my eyes trace the contours of his body. Reaching out, I glide my index finger over his collarbone, down his chest to his navel and the wiry black hairs there. Bringing my hands back up, I lay them against his chest, the small smattering of chest hair tickling my palms. I swallow, my heart racing, because right now, in this blip of time, he’s mine.

  Our eyes are locked, so much exchanged between us with one simple look. My heart fills with something out of this world, the kind of feeling people search their whole life looking for, the kind of feeling wars are fought for.

  Love.

  Some might think I’m too young to understand the concept of love, but it’s not something that can be defined by words, only a feeling, and I know, without a doubt, I love Lachlan Taylor. I don’t understand it, why him out of all the other millions of people on the planet, but it doesn’t matter because it’s him I’ve chosen.

  I can’t keep the words to myself. I want him to know this is more to me than some affair with my guidance counselor. This is real. It’s painful, it’s raw, it’s us.

  “I love you,” I murmur, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

  His hands flex against my sides, his jaw working back and forth as his eyes fill with turmoil. I fear he’s going to shove me away, that common sense is going to overtake our feelings, but he doesn’t do that. “I love you, too.” The words are barely above a whisper, but they’re every-fucking-thing and I feel them all the way down to my toes. Saying them once must make him bolder, because he says them again, this time louder. “I love you.” Louder. “I love you.” He begins to punctuate each word with a kiss. “I love you. I love you. I love you Dandelion Meadows. Despite it all, despite myself, I love you.”

  Our kisses deepen, fueled by a love that defies the odds.

  When his fingers find their way to my belt I beg, “Please.”

  He undoes it easily, then the button. Down goes the zipper.

  “Stand up, Dani,” his voice tickles my ear.

  Sliding off his lap, I do. He stands with me, forcing me back a step.

  His eyes connect with mine before he drops to his knees. I squeak in surprise, curling my fingers in his thick dark hair.

  He kisses the skin beneath my belly button, causing my hips to rock involuntarily. With my pants undone all it takes is one tug from him to pull them down my legs. He grabs one of my ankles, then the other, tossing my jeans aside.

  I might be wearing a sexy bra, but that’s because it’s the only strapless one I own. I didn’t come here tonight thinking things would lead to here so I didn’t put on one of my nicer underwear.

  He gives a quiet chuckle at the navy blue panties with polar bears in spacesuits.

  “They’re silly, I know.”

  He looks up, shaking his head. “They’re you.”

  “Oh my God,” I cry out, when he places his mouth over my panties. I want to be embarrassed with how wet I am, and how he must taste it, but when his eyes find mine in the dark all I feel is sexy and wanted.

  He places a kiss to the inside of my thigh, and I bow my body over his, running my hand down his naked back.

  His fingers loop into the sides of my panties, slipping them down my hips and legs. He doesn’t give me a chance to step out of them before his mouth is on my center, licking, suck, devouring.

  Lachlan!” I scream, already so close from before. I throw my head back, my hair cascading around me. “Oh, God. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” My body is a sensitive live wire around him, and with him doing what he is I’m about to explode.

  His right hand glides up my stomach, landing on my breast. He grabs it, tugging the cup down until it’s bare. His thumb circles my nipple while he sucks my clit into his mouth.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  My orgasm shatters through me, my legs shaking. I think I black out because when I open my eyes I’m on the mattress once more and Lachlan is unbuttoning his jeans. Sitting up, I unclasp my bra in the back, dropping it to the side.

  His fingers hesitate on the zipper. “Are you sure about this?”

  “More sure than I’ve ever been about anything.” He nods once, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

  I watch his fingers on the zipper, lowering it. Black spots float across my vision and I realize I’m holding my breath. His jeans drop and he kicks them behind him.

  His erection strains against his black boxer-briefs and my eyes widen. That thing is about to wreck me. He starts to pull them down but I clear my throat, reaching out to stop him.

  “Let me.” I don’t even recognize my voice, it’s nervous but also somehow sultry at the same time.

  With a boldness I didn’t know I possessed I scoot forward, inhaling a breath. He reaches out like he can’t help himself, rubbing one of my nipples between his fingers. I pull his boxers down barely a centimeter and the tip of his cock sticks out, a drip of pre-cum clinging to the engorged head.

  He glides the back of his fingers over my cheek and I flick my eyes up. “I love you,” he whispers.

  I swallow thickly. “I love you, too.”

  When his boxers hit the floor I take a moment to take in the sight of him. His cock juts proudly from his body, the dark hair trimmed neatly. The tip is a purple hue and it’s lined with veins. I’m staring at it like I’ve never seen one, because I haven’t.

  Unless that one time I tried to watch porn counts, but my mom came home and scared me, which sent me accidentally throwing my laptop into the wall where it broke.

  I’ve had flirtations in the past, even one brief boyfriend that barely lasted a month, but there’s never been anyone I’ve wanted to take this step with. Not until him. And thank God for my new found love of books that I don’t feel completely out of the loop on what to do.

  Tentatively I wrap my hand around him, biting my lip. “It’s so big,” I blurt. “Thick too.” I might not have any dicks to compare it to but my gut says Lachlan is above average.

  I don’t know what makes me do it, but my tongue slides out, licking away that droplet of moisture. Lachlan’s head drops back and a tortured, “Fuck,” leaves his lips.

  I suck the tip between my lips, not sure if I’m doing it right, but the way he covers his face and looks like he’s having trouble breathing makes me think it’s okay.

  I suck a little more into my mouth. It’s a bit weird and uncomfortable since I’m not used to it, but I don’t mind it all that much. Especially not when Lachlan lets out a low moan, murmuring my name over and over.

  Sliding my hand up and down, I press my thumb against the largest vein on his cock, watching it in fascination.

  “Fuck, Dani, stop. You’re going to make me come.”

  Taking my mouth off his dick a string of saliva clings to my bottom lip. He reaches down, wiping it away with a swipe of his finger.

  His strong hands help me up and he angles his head down, rubbing his nose against mine. “Are you sure about this Dani? We can stop. Nothing more has to happen.”

  “Shut up.” I grab the back of his head, bring his lips to mine. My breasts push into his chest, his hands resting below their curve. I swear I feel wetness smear on my thighs from my desire. Lying back down on t
he bed, I pull him with me. “I want this,” I pant between kisses. “I want you.”

  More than anything.

  He pulls away and I whine in protest, reaching for him until I see he’s grabbing a condom from his nightstand. My chest pangs for a moment because I know he didn’t buy those with the intention of using them with me. But he is and that’s all that matters.

  He rips the foil, pulling out the round piece of rubber and laying it beside my head.

  “Wha—”

  I start to protest, but he grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed until my ass nearly hangs off.

  He strokes his cock once, twice, before dropping to his knees.

  I start to sit up, but he places a gentle hand on my stomach, silently urging me to lie back down.

  My whole body is shaking all over with a mixture of pleasure and nerves.

  He bends to his knees, and with my legs spread slightly he’s looking right at my pussy. I start to close my legs with embarrassment, but he shakes his head.

  “Leave them open.” His voice is deeper than normal, guttural.

  If he notices how my legs shake he says nothing. The way his arm moves I know he’s still rubbing his hand up and down his cock.

  “More,” he commands, and I open a little wider. A shudder goes through his body and I cry out when he dives in, sucking on my pussy and the sensitive nub of nerves.

  “Oh my God, Lachlan.” My fingers grip the longer strands of black hair on top of his head, and I can’t help but grind my hips into his face. I shiver when his hands skim up my thighs.

  He rubs two fingers against my slit, looking up at me with mused hair and glossy lips. He watches my mouth form a perfect ‘O’ as he slips one, then the other, into me. He pumps them gently at first, then a little faster with his fingers curled.

  “Oh, fuck.” I squeeze my eyes closed from the feeling. With only two of his fingers I feel stretched beyond measure. I can’t imagine when he puts that thing in me. He’ll destroy me, rip right through my skin.

  “You’re tight, Dani. So fucking tight.”

  My fingers curl into his sheets as I rock back and forth, feeling the orgasm building inside me. I’m beginning to understand why people make such a big fuss over sex. This is amazing.