Beautiful

"Come on." She said, her hand reaching down for his. "You got a room at this place?" She waggled her eyebrows at him " I hear they have a good hourly rate."

Dylan laughed and grabbed her hand pulling himself up to tower over her again. He pulled her into his chest and kissed her again, his teeth nibbling on her lower lip and pulling another moan from Bella's throat.

As delicious as his kisses were, and as sexy as they made her feel, Bella couldn't help but acknowledge how easy it was for her to open herself up to Dylan like this. Earlier today she had felt so broken, so unwanted, and now she felt desired and beautiful. The power that Dylan seemingly had over her sense of self-worth was nothing if not absolutely terrifying.

Bella didn't want him to have that power. She didn't want any man to have that power over her confidence like this. She hated that right now so much of her own self-acceptance hinged on this fear of Dylan rejecting her. He'd given her absolutely zero sign that he was having any second thoughts and she no longer doubted that at least in this moment he was into her body, but what about tomorrow? If she could feel this different this quickly, what would their friendship look like in the morning? Did Dylan want more? Did she want more?

Clearly sensing some sort of hesitation coming from her, Dylan pulled his lips from hers. Pressing light as air kisses on her closed eyelids before he completely pulled away. Cupping her face in his large hand and stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"Bells, Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" she said cheerily, through a smile that she knew didn't meet her eyes. "Nothing at all. I'm fine. It's just been an eventful few minutes." She could do this. She could keep their normal rapport despite the fact that moments ago his tongue had been inside of her. This didn't have to change anything.

"Mmm. I think it was more than a few minutes." Dylan whispered cheekily, his hands sliding down her back to cup her ass through her skirt. "But clearly, that means we just have more time."

His lips crashed into her once more, bathing her whole body in warmth as he crushed her body to his, pulling her as close as humanly possible. And just as Bella was about to give in to the sweet possession of his kiss, she heard something.

"Fuck." Dylan cursed, pulling away from her and in one swift move grabbed his shirt from the floor and pushed it into Bella's hands and managed to pull her further into the apartment and pushed her into his room, "Quick. It's Sean, put this on." And then he slammed the door. Leaving Bella topless, commando, and confused in the middle of his bedroom.

Taking a moment to collect herself after she threw Dylan's henley on and adjusted her skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror that hung above his bookcase. She looked the same as she had when she had come over to Dylan's place, but she felt like a completely different person.

The body that she had seen as hideous and unsexy a mere four hours ago, was now bruised in several places from Dylan's strong hands and insatiable lips. She could feel where his scruff had rubbed deliciously against her nipples and she was sure her thighs were still sticky from her orgasm. Physical proof of her liaison with Dylan littered her skin and she felt incredible. A little part of her brain knew that they needed to talk about what this meant for their friendship and what the expectations were from each of their standpoints, but for the moment, for this moment right here, Bella was going to revel in the fact that a kind, gorgeous man wanted her. He fucking wanted her so bad. And she was going to let him have her.

She could hear Sean talking in the living room, so with one last deep breath, she turned the handle and faced them both.

If there were any lingering doubts about Dylan's desire for her, they were steamrolled out of her by the desire that still haunted his eyes. Sean was talking about something, but Dylan's eyes were attached to Bella the minute she opened his bedroom door. He sat on a chair on the far side of the room, a zip-up hoodie casually thrown on and zipped up only halfway. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her as she attempted to casually stroll over to the couch. The couch that mere moments ago, Dylan had brought her to a peak she had never seen before.

"Bella! I didn't know you were here!" Sean shouted, clearly a little drunk as he clung to a tall, slender brunette in a dress that Bella's left leg wouldn't fit in. "What are you doing in Dylan's room? Is that his shirt?"

"Uh yeah." Bella stammered, curling into the couch, very aware of the fact that she was not wearing underwear underneath her skirt anymore, and also VERY aware of the fact that said underwear, her bra, and her shirt were somewhere in this room at this very moment. "I..uh...spilled beer on my shirt, so Dylan, let me wear his."

A seductive smile flashed on Dylan's face so quickly, Bella almost thought she imagined it. As Sean continued to tell them all about him and Lillian's failed attempt to get into the VIP line at a club downtown, Bella tried to keep up conversation normally, but her whole body twitched with the desire to throw herself across the room and climb on top of her man.

Her man. When had THAT happened? But as he stared at her, Bella could feel the possessiveness rolling off of him in waves, and she didn't hate it. Thank God Sean was too drunk to pick up on the caveman vibes his roommate was giving off or they would be having a very different conversation.

Lillian however did not seem to be so oblivious to the energy in the room and seemed to hustle Sean into his room explaining that they were only there to grab some things before they headed to a party at her friend's place. She even winked at Bella as she danced Sean out of the room. Bella liked this one. She would have to remind Sean to not fuck this up.

After a flurry of movement and a slam of the door, she and Dylan were alone again. But instead of jumping at each other like they clearly wanted to, they sat perfectly still. Soaking in the last moments of before. Everything after would be different.

After what felt like hours, Bella started to twist in her seat on the couch. Slowly uncrossing her legs so both feet were on the floor. Apparently just the tease of that movement was too much for Dylan, because suddenly he was across the room and kneeling on the floor in front of her, his hands on her knees, stroking the inside of her thighs.

"Do you know what it did to me," he whispered to her through gritted teeth, "knowing that the whole time they were here you were sitting over here, on my couch with no panties on?" As he spoke he slid his hand up to tease the damp curls at the crux of her thighs. "Knowing that all you had to do was move and your sweet fucking pussy would drip onto the cushions? Knowing that your nipples are rubbing against my shirt right now because your bra is hidden in the couch cushions."

Despite her heartbeat racing, Bella started laughing. "Oh my god, is that where you put them. I was panicking thinking that Sean was gonna see my underwear just like on the floor and I can't even begin to imagine how I would explain that to him." Her laugh was cut off though as Dylan's finger slid into her, her inner muscles grasping at the invasion greedily and her breath coming out in a moan.

Dylan practically growled at her as she slunk down into the cushions. "Never. Sean's one of my best friends, but this, this is just between us." He sunk another thick finger into her wet heat making her gasp, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "This sweet luscious body is all mine. Now that I've seen you cum, I want to take you there every day. Bells, tell me you want this as bad as I do. Tell me you feel whatever this is between us." Slowly he eased his fingers out of her, as he leaned into her, taking her mouth in a kiss that said more than words ever could.

In his kiss, Bella could feel the emotions racing through Dylan's mind. Her big, strong, best friend was scared and nervous. Vulnerable. All his walls were down. After spending the whole evening building up Bella's confidence she realized it was her turn. He had taken all of the first steps for both of them, but he needed her to take the last step. He was waiting for her to be sure. To say the words that would push them both over the edge. Pulling back from his kiss she bent his head to hers until their foreheads pressed against each other. "Yeah, Babe. I feel it. This is crazy, but I feel it. You make me feel so safe, so good, so sexy."

"You are sexy. So sexy. I wish you saw what I saw when I look at you. I wish you saw the strong, gorgeous, incredible woman that I've always seen. My partner in crime. You make me feel good too Bells. So good." The emotion that Bella saw in his eyes hit her right in her heart. This was her best friend, she thought she knew everything about him, and she had seen a completely different side of him tonight. A considerate lover. A passionate kisser. A vulnerable boy. A possessive caveman. She liked all of his sides.

"You'll just have to remind me from time to time. Is that ok?" She involuntarily pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. There was so much more in her words, but they both heard it. They both knew that something had changed.

What had started as Dylan proving Bella's worth to her had become so much more. They were proving themselves to each other. Taking that next step together, as they had taken so many before.

"So much more than ok, Bells. I'll remind you anytime you need to hear it. How sexy you are, how much I want you. How much I..how much I love you."

Bella's heart, which had been growing warmer and warmer throughout the evening suddenly lit completely on fire. He loved her. Nothing else mattered. The voice in her head didn't matter. The size of her jeans didn't matter. The dating apps didn't matter. Dylan loved her.

She shook her head to clear it as she realized he was waiting for her to speak. Could he really not know that she felt the same way? The worry in his eyes told her that somehow, this gorgeous perfect man in front of her, the man who knew more about her than anyone else in the world, really didn't think she could love him.

Leaning close to him so he didn't miss a word, she kissed his lips softly-because she could-before she whispered to him: "You wonderful man, I love you too. So much. I think I always have."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck Bells. I love you so much." and he kissed her again. This time their kiss was different. The desire and heat were still here, but there was a slow seduction to it. There was no need to rush. This moment wasn't going to pass.

Pulling back from her, Dylan stood next to the couch and pulled her to him.

"Can we go to my room? I don't want anyone to interrupt us again. Once I get inside you, your mine Bells. Do you understand that?" His voice had turned to gravel again. His breath hot against her ear. It warmed Bella in a way she did not know she had missed.

"Yeah, baby. You can take me to your room. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to take me. Will you take me, Dylan?"

Without another word he pulled her up, off of the couch, and towards his room. As he closed the door behind them Dylan dragged Bella to the foot of his bed. Sitting on the edge of it and pulling her in front of him.

"Bella. You're so sexy." he whispered to her, "Will you strip for me? I want to see you. All of you."

Bella knew that he knew what he was asking. This would be the last layer of defense she had built against all of this. Once Dylan saw her completely exposed, her naked body in all its flaws, there would be nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go. But for the first time, she didn't want to hide anywhere.

Taking a deep breath, Bella reached down and yanked Dylan's henley off of her body. Noticing with delight the way his pupils dilated when her breasts came into view. Realizing that he was handing over control for the moment she took full advantage of having all of the power.

Stepping slightly away from him, just out of reach, she reached for the waistband of her skirt, shaking her tits slightly as she shimmied out of her skirt slowly, bending down to cover herself as the fabric dropped to her knees.

Seductively, she crouched to the floor to unzip the side zipper on her boots and toe them off, standing up in just her sheer knee socks and nothing else since her underwear was still hidden in the couch somewhere.

She fought the urge to cover herself with her hands as Dylan's eyes traveled over her body. Taking in every dimple and stretch mark and lump that she had spent so many years hiding and being ashamed of. The longer he looked, the braver she felt, the hunger in his eyes egging her on.

"Your turn, Dylan." she whispered, lowering her eyelashes to look at him in what she hoped was a seductive manner, the nerves running through her body tightening her skin, but her desire to be with Dylan was stronger than any anxiety she was feeling. She wanted him so badly. "Let me see you."

Dylan stood and pulled her to him, pressing his lips to the mark he had left earlier on her throat; licking up to the sensitive spot behind her ear before he quickly shoved his sweats down to his ankles and kicked them off his feet. Bella couldn't help but giggle at his impatience but the giggles stopped abruptly as he brought his arms behind her ass and tossed her onto his mattress. She had barely gotten a good look at the heavy erection between his thighs before he had her hips in his hands, pushing her up on the bed and placing himself between her legs again. He kissed her again, hard and possessive and Bella was lost to the rush of sensation once more as his hands traced up and down her sides, squeezing slightly at her waist and massaging the tender skin right below her breasts with his thumbs.

Dylan pulled his lips from hers with a final nip and lowered his head to her chest again, hollowing his cheeks as he swallowed her breast as far as he could into his warm mouth. Bella cried out and her hips lurched towards him again on a reflex she could not have controlled if she wanted to. "Take me Dylan. Fuck, I want you to take me."

"Tell me your mine," Dylan growled. "Tell me this isn't just an itch you need to scratch. These fucking tits, this sweet wet pussy-they're mine. Tonight. Tomorrow. Tell me Bella. I need to hear you say it."

"Yours, Dylan. I swear. Yours. Only yours. Forever."

He pulled away from her again and Bella groaned as she was left alone momentarily as Dylan frantically dug in the nightstand and pulled out a string of condoms. He ripped one off, opened it with his teeth and began to put it on. But Bella's hands stopped him.

"Let me." She begged him, looking up at him through her lowered eyelashes and reaching for the foil packet.

Bending down to kiss her, Dylan cupped her head in both of his hands, his lips soft and tender despite the racing of both of their hearts. Bella rolled the rubber sheath on and squeezed him slightly, grinning wryly at the groan he choked into her mouth.

"I love you Bells." he ground out as he lined himself up with her soaked core. "I love you so much."

Any response Bella could have made was forced back in her throat as Dylan thrust into her. Her greedy muscles grasping at him as her legs crossed behind his back to pull him as close to her as she possibly could.

"Holy shit. Bella, you feel so good. So hot, baby. So beautiful." Dylan murmured against her lips as he started his slow thrusts into her, each time he dragged himself out he brushed the thick head of his cock against her swollen clit. Sending Bella on a rollercoaster of sweet torture as she desperately climbed towards her orgasm.

"Dylan." she groaned, her hands sliding up his chest, her nails scratching down the dusting of chest hair that they found. "Please." She didn't even know what she was begging for, but she trusted Dylan would find it for her. Would give it to her.

"God this feels even better than I ever could have imagined Bella. What do you need, Baby? What do you want?"

"Please. Fuck Dylan. I can't..." she stammered desperately clinging to her last moments of sanity.

"Yes, you can, Bells. Tell me what you want. Anything you want is yours baby. But quick, I can't hold out much longer. You feel so fucking good."

His praise of her pushed her even closer to the edge and she lost all sense of modesty as her hand trailed down between them to rub her needy clit as he drove into her.

"That's so hot Bells. Fuck. You gonna take care of your clit for me while I fuck your pussy. Does that feel good Babe. Cum for me Bella. Cum for me beautiful. I've got you."

With one more hard thrust, Bella came apart. Flying over the edge with a reckless abandon she had never experienced before. She floated through a cloud of pleasure, vaguely aware of Dylan calling her name as she felt him swell inside of her. She rode out her orgasm, her muscles twitching as the world around her slowly faded back into her focus.

She felt Dylan's weight on top of her, a sheen of sweat covered them both as her fingers trailed up and down the muscles of his back. Bella slowly realized that Dylan was speaking. He was mumbling soft praises about her body into her neck and Bella smiled to herself. She didn't even know if he knew what he was saying, but she loved that his words were just for her. Whether they were soft and sweet or rough and dirty-they were just for her. This man was hers.

Eventually, Dylan rolled off of her and got up to dispose of the condom. Bella felt the loss of his warmth immediately, her body feeling empty where it had been filled so sweetly before. But Dylan came back quickly and crawled back under the sheet, pulling her body close to his and nestling her into the crook of his arm. It felt so good for him to hold her like this. So natural. Bella couldn't believe that this massive change had taken place in just one night. She had come over to Dylan's place tonight expecting to be sad and eat some pizza, and instead, she felt...complete.

"Hi." Dylan whispered into her ear, his voice warm but sleepy, his fingers playing slightly along her skin. Not seductively, just touching. It was as if he had spent so long not touching her he was afraid she would disappear if he stopped.

"Hi." Bella replied, a soft smile on her lips as she turned her head to capture his lips in a light kiss. How could she have gone so long without kissing him? Never again. She would kiss this man as much as possible.

"I love you." Bella told him as she pulled away from his kiss, her fingers stroking the stubble of his face, looking deeply into his eyes. Eyes that saw her for what she always wanted to be: a beautiful, sexy, loved woman.

Intertwining his fingers with hers and pressing a heated kiss to her lips. "I love you so much. So much my Beautiful Bella."

And Bella believed him.