The Dark of You - S01 E44

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The Dark of You - S01 E44

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 44

Yet, here you are

Rylan let out a loud sigh as she leaned forward in the driver's seat as if that would help to make the view easier. Unfortunately, throughout our late evening drive, thick snow decided to join our trip back home.

"Rylan, we should stop and book a room," I said, but she shook her head right away.

"You can't see anything," I rolled my eyes as I indicated at the front window. Rylan ignored me as she remained silent.

"Rylan," I complained as she didn't answer me. Instead, she clenched her jaw as she eventually pulled over to a hotel.

"Book a room and I'll park the car," She said. With a nod, I leaped out of the car and pulled the hoodie over my head. When I finally entered the double door, I searched around the crowd for the check-in. But then realized that the entire sea of unfamiliar faces is the line. We are not the only ones who thought it was a good idea to tuck in for the day. Is this the only hotel in town or what?

Slowly but steadily, the line keeps on declining. However, worry in me is increasing as Rylan hasn't arrived by my side yet. Silence is starting to ascend as people keep on disappearing to their rooms. Finally, squeaking shoes behind me stole my attention and a dripping wet Rylan came to my side. Tired and annoyed blue eyes stared at me helplessly.

"Where is my suitcase?"I asked lightly, not to trigger her annoyance.

"I couldn't reach for it," She frowned as she pushed a few wet, blond hair strands from her face.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused and took a step forward as it was almost our turn.

"The parking was tight and I couldn't get into the trunk, but I managed to get my bag," She explained. I let out a sigh as I nodded and faced forward. So far, the drive home has been nothing but a nightmare. Why did I think that coming along with Rylan to her family in the first place was a good idea? I turned back to look at her and she met my gaze. I bit my lip and faced forward again. Because clearly, Hadley, you are in love with her, you fool.

After checking in and finding our room, I sat on my bed and rubbed my forehead. Rylan pulled off her soaked jacket and shoes. I only dared to ask for one room, but with two beds. It would have been a waste to have a room for each of us when we don't have an issue with sharing.

Rylan removed a few clothes from her bag and disappeared into the bathroom. It didn't take long until I could hear the water running. She appeared cold, even though she denied it in the elevator. Yet, I noticed that she was trembling a bit.

I brought off my shoes and socks. Then, crinkling my nose, I stared down at my clothes as I wished I had my suitcase. But, again, I don't blame Rylan. The parking space must have been twice as crowded as it was in the lobby.

My gaze darted over to Rylan's bag and It's not a good idea, Hadley. There is no way I'm sleeping in my wet jeans and shirt tonight. Neither is being naked an option. My eyes widened with fright as that thought passed through my mind.

I kept fighting back and forth with myself on what to do. I ended up opening Rylan's bag for a shirt and pants. I snatched a green t-shirt and dark gray sweatpants. And I changed into them in a hurry with my heart in my throat. I managed to get them on just as the bathroom door opened.

Rylan stepped out the door but stopped abruptly the second she saw me. Her gaze went up and down and I looked at myself self-consciously. The pants and t-shirt are way too long for me.

"I should probably have asked first, but I was cold and," I stopped my rambling as Rylan stepped in front of me.

"And they smell like you," Slipped out of me and I placed my hand over my mouth. My cheeks heated up with an unbearable warmth. Rylan narrowed her eyes and startled me with her hands holding onto my waist. She gripped the t-shirt tightly in her hands. Then, never breaking eye contact, she pulled it up slowly. Unsurely I raised my arms and she slipped the shirt over my head.

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Rylan threw the shirt away as I stand in front of her half-naked. She laid her hands back onto my waist. The warmth of her caused a shiver to run through my skin. She gently forced me backward until the back of my legs touched the bed. I sat down on the bed and pulled Rylan down above me. She carefully placed her hand on my cheek and brushed a few of my hair strands away from my face.

With a silent but deep breath, she leaned down until her nose touched the side of my own. I closed my eyes as I waited patiently. It's strange to be the one to comply as I have always been the one in control. My eyes opened as she took hold of my wrists and pinned them above my head. Smoothly she slid her hands into mine and intertwined them together. I bit my lip hard as the tension between my tights lit up stronger than ever.

"Rylan," I said breathlessly as I pleaded for her. Then, painfully slow, she traced her lips down at the side of my throat. I turned to the side to offer her more. My toes curled as her kisses went down to my collarbone. Lifting my arms, I tried to break free from her grip to grab hold of her body. Yet, she refused me by keeping me down tighter—every inch of my being screams to touch her. With my legs free, I wrapped them around her waist to pull her closer to myself.

"Patience," She whispered and her lips faltered between my breasts in intense pleasure.

"I can't," I groaned as I firmly held on to her hands. Those soft lips of hers are like being underneath a sweet torment. She raised herself and locked eyes with me. Lightly she let go of my hands and slid hers down my arms like feathers until she stopped them on my ribcage. Without hesitation, I went for her shirt and dragged it off. Throwing it away, I laid my hands on the firm of her back.

"Please," I begged as I tried to pull her down to me. Finally, she placed her lips on mine. I moved against her eagerly as I couldn't contain myself. I don't seem to have the power to stop around Rylan. She has the capability to pull out the worst of me.

A hand has sneaked down to the rim of the sweatpants I stole. And here I thought earlier that being naked wasn't an option. But, as she only lingered, I laid my hand above hers and pulled. She took the hint and dragged them off me. To be so dominating, she is also so modest.

I gasped for air as her hand slid from my knee and up to my thigh. When she slid her fingers underneath the side of my underwear, I grabbed hold of the sheet of the bed.

"I can't take it," I whined in frustration as I could feel my body cry out for her to touch me. She pulled down my underwear and I kicked it off in a hurry. Then, as she hovered above me again, I reached down for her pants and managed to yank them down her thighs.

"I need to feel you," I said as she locked eyes with me. With a nod, she took off the rest of her clothing. I reached out for air at the view I'm faced with. I'm not sure what is worse, that I can finally see her or that I can touch her. Placing my hands on her strong shoulders, I glide them down to her biceps to feel the muscles underneath her skin.

I snaked my hands onto her back and grabbed ahold to pull her to me. She laid down and I bit my lip as her naked body collided with mine. She might be sturdy, but her skin is as soft as cotton. A gasp escaped my mouth as she placed her thigh between my legs. Then her lips met mine again and I wrapped my arms around her neck to keep her in place. Yet, as she raised against me, I let out a moan that broke our contact.

"Don't stop," I breathed out and slipped my arms between hers to hold onto the back of her shoulders. Once again, her thigh moved against my center. She keeps on going and I start to move along with her movement until frustration takes over as I want more.

"I need you to touch me," I whispered in her ear. She looked me in the eyes with a certain hunger that I hadn't seen before. It almost took my breath away. Then, turning to the side, she carefully trailed her hand down my belly until she found the warmth between my legs. I clutched onto her back tightly as she stroked the outside of my folds.

"Please," I pleaded. And tenderly, her fingers went inside my folds. My fingertips dug into her skin as she explored around.

"Rylan," I moaned as she found a soft spot and I moved against her as I needed more. Her touch became harder, as if she could tell what I wanted. My toes curled as I could feel myself falling to the edge, but I need her closer, deeper. I pushed myself up and her fingers slide down to my entrance. A teasing touch made my nails sink into the skin of her back. She slowly but steadily slid one finger in and I reached out for air as pleasure washed over me. As we move in the same rhythm, dampness and sweat are created in between us.

"More, "I begged and she carefully pulled her finger out and joined it with another. I drew in a breath as I stretched out my legs in satisfaction, yet with a slight pain in the mix.

"Rylan, "I pulled onto her skin as if that would drown it out but let go as she flinched.

"It's okay," she smiled softly. "I don't mind," that tenderness in her blue eyes could have stolen anyone's heart. I pulled her lips down to mine and with that, her hand moved in slow motions.

"Faster," I said out of breath and she paced up. If only there were enough words to describe how good it feels. She repositioned herself slightly and a substantial wave of pleasure took over as she went deeper. My legs automatically stretched out as the closer I could feel myself come.

"Ry," I gripped her tighter as climax washed over me. Then, after a few moments of silence and being able to breathe calmly again, I let her go. As her eyes met mine, I grinned happily and laid my hands on her cheeks to plant a kiss on her forehead.

"Are you okay?" She asked and it made me chuckle.

"More than okay," I smiled happily but then bit my lip as I pushed her by the shoulder. Even though I didn't have the strength to move her, Rylan laid down on her back. I sat up above her and took in the view below me. I needed to lay my hands on her skin. My fingertips traced the muscles on her abdomen and another arousal fired up in me. I moved my hand to the side of her belly to feel her irregular skin underneath my own.

"Have you ever been with someone before?" I asked as I realized I don't know anything about her past in that manner.

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"Yes," She nodded and cleared her throat.

"There was one, but never a relationship," She shrugged and I nodded thoughtfully.

"You were okay with the touching?" I wondered as I kept moving my fingertips on her belly and she twitched at my touch. Her severe, thoughtful look made me tuck in the smile I wanted to expose.

"I was sort of, but I couldn't lose control. There's something in me that won't let me be vulnerable to someone," She explained and intrigued, I titled my head.

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"It's strange, I know," She rolled her eyes.

"No, it's not," I laid my hand on her cheek to make her eyes land back on me.

"You went through life without control of your surroundings. You were thrown into different homes with new people you didn't know and things that didn't belong to you. So I can understand that you need to control things. Because if you don't, it feels like everything around is falling apart or that feeling of anxiety takes over you," I said and a look of shock came over her face.

"Yes," She blinked in surprise as if I was the only person in the entire world who could understand how she feels.

"I like to be in control as well," I pointed out. "But, with you, I feel safe enough to lower my guards," I smiled and bit my lip in shyness as I had admitted that.

"It's odd that I want someone like you 'cause I never really did. But then again, I never gave anyone a chance because I thought I knew what I wanted," I said and I felt her take a deep breath underneath me. "Yet, here you are," I smiled.

"Would you," I paused and bit my lower lip. Rylan tilted her head in question and I reached for air to calm my nervousness.

"Would you allow me to touch you?" I asked unsurely and a smile formed on her lips as she raised herself to lean her forehead onto mine. Then, she brushed my hair behind my ear with a soft touch.

"If you want something, you take it," She whispered and I grinned as she used my own words against me.