Chapter 5

What did she mean by that? She probably meant there's more fun ahead. I can't wait honestly. She actually made me forget about all that happened today. I'm sure it was all just in my head. Quickly, I go into the room and find Dylan lying down, going through his phone. He doesn't hear me coming in, so I walk as quietly as I possibly could, jumping on him and shouting. Startled, he pushes me off and falls to the ground, hitting his butt hard. Not being able to control it, I laugh as hard as I have not in weeks. I've

My eyes tearing up and my ribs aching. The shocked expression on his face playing in my head making me laugh even harder.

"Oh," he says, laughing too,"You want to play, right?" He gets up, and I scurry back into bed, holding my sides knowing exactly what he wants to do. Not disappointing me, he comes at me, removing my hands and tickling me, making me laugh, kicking my legs and begging him to stop. Finally, he gives in and lies on my chest, both of us trying to catch our breaths.

"You're really mean, you know," I say, hitting the back of his head a little.

"Am I?" he says, looking at me mischievously, coming up and stopping when he's eye level with me, "Or should I show you what mean is?" Before I can say anything, he puts his mouth in mine, my eyes closing automatically, pouring out all my fear, anxiety and worry into the kiss. Slowly, the gentle kiss gets really fast and demanding.

He starts to caress my body, my hand going into his hair, the other at his back. I can feel his hand going under my shirt, grabbing my left breast, not breaking the kiss. I tug harder on his hair, knowing how much he loves it. He pinches my nipple gently, and I moan, feeling a little wetness in my core. Slowly, he kisses my neck, going downwards, putting my right nipple in his mouth, sucking gently while nibbling the other with his finger. I grab his hair tightly, moaning and wrapping my legs around his waist as he keeps sucking.

Flipping him over, I unbutton his shirt, and he does the rest while I remove mine. Without wasting any more time, we both undress quickly and go back to kissing hard, pouring out our emotions into the kiss.

"You, taste, so, good baby," he says between kisses and I bite his lip, causing him to moan a little. He breaks the kiss again, sucking my nipple, his finger rubbing gently on my clit, teasing me, making me a moaning mess.

"You're so wet baby," he says in a husky voice that only turns me on more.

"I want you in me, Dylan," I say, my voice not sounding like it belongs to me. As if that was his cue, he spreads my legs, rubbing the head of his cock gently against my clitoris, making me moan louder. Kissing my neck, he enters me slowly, being all gentle like it's my first time. He fills me up with his length and I suddenly feel safe, protected. I swear I can never get used to that feeling.

"Hmm," he moans into my ears, "You feel so good baby."

"Yeah," I say almost in a whisper, not even thinking as he thrusts into me, his thrusts getting faster and deeper with time. Feeling the utmost ecstasy, trying hard to hold back my moan a little, I grabbed the sheets tightly, biting onto his neck making him moan loudly, quickening his thrusts, making him go deeper. We make passionate love for minutes till we both reach our climax, and he lies on my heaving chest, trying to catch our breaths. We both lay naked in silence, with him still inside me.

"I love you so much more than words could describe Dylan," I say with so much emotion in my voice after a few seconds of silence.

"I love you more than you can ever imagine, Crystal".

This is the most beautiful field I've ever seen. So green and so wide. I can't see the end from where I'm standing. The tall grass looks so green and healthy. Standing in the middle of the field, my hair and my fine yellow dress blowing in the soft wind, the peace I feel is more than words can say. Suddenly, the air starts to get chilly and the blue clouds darken right before my very eyes. I hear rustling in the grass and, before I know it, I'm being chased by a bull. A bull with very big and sharp looking horns.

Running as fast as my legs would let me, I look around for an escape route but all I see is the green field turning to grey and the grass dying as fast as my heart beats. Few seconds and the once beautiful field can't be called that anymore. I stumble on my feet and fall down, the bull coming at me. I try to run, but my body seems to defy any form of motion.

In a split second, the bull comes at me and I close my eyes, screaming in fear and agony, then opening them to see myself in my room with a naked Dylan beside me and my hand in my hair. Beads of sweat form on my forehead with my heart hammering in my chest and my body trembling from the fright. I try to take steady breaths, telling myself it was just a dream.

My throat becomes dry from the screaming. I try to swallow saliva, but it only makes it hurt. Quickly, I put on my robe and head downstairs quietly to the kitchen for a glass of water. Everywhere's eerily quiet aside from the ticking of the big wall clock at the end of the passage telling you how short life is. Drinking to my fill and feeling so much better, I rinse the cup and just as I'm about putting it back in the cupboard, I hear a really strange voice right behind me.

"What's a pretty young girl like you doing up so late?"