Ms Johnson

Chapter 6

Dylan's POV

I step inside Samantha's apartment, it is simply charming but modern-like. It's much smaller than my apartment but still spacious. The lounge has a grey L shape couch with a glass coffee table with gold legs. In the corner, there is a small bookstand with novels and cookbooks. Her apartment is very neat and organized with a few plants and pictures here and there.  

"Please don't leave, I'm going to take a quick shower." She motions me to take a seat and goes into one of the rooms which is probably the bathroom. After about 15 minutes she comes out with a towel wrapped around her body and one wrapped around her hair. She steps into another room and spends about half an hour inside the room. 

She comes out of the room wearing a baggy t-shirt and leggings with no makeup on. Her hair is in a ponytail and she's wearing comfy slippers. She walks up to me with a first aid kit in her hand and starts treating my bloody hand.

"It's fine Sam, no need for all this trouble" I pull my hand away from her. She takes my hand back and smiles at me, "doctors also need saving too you know. Now sit still, I can at least do this to thank the man that saved me tonight." 

"No need to thank me, Sam, a real gentleman would not allow a beautiful lady to be treated in that manner." Her cheeks turn a rosy color and she tries hiding her shy face from me. She takes my hand and starts cleaning the wounds.

I love this caring side of Sam I look at her smiling. "What's so funny?" she looks at me confused. 

"Nothing Sammy, just nice seeing you treating me." She smiles and finishes up with my hand. 

"All done, would you like something to drink? Anything other than alcohol I don't keep liquor in my apartment."

"Coffee would be nice thank you, don't you think I should treat your knees?" 

"It's fine, I already did." She walks to the open plan kitchen. She's trying to be strong but I can see what happened tonight is hurting her. 

Her kitchen is different from the rest of the apartment, it had an edgy modern look to it. She had every kitchen appliance one could think of which made sense Samantha always loved spending time in the kitchen. 

Samantha and my cousin Riley were best buddies since kindergarten and would spend summer recess together at our place. They loved baking together and trying out new recipes. Which was great because I always stole the things they made and it always tasted heavenly. Riley and Sam's friendship was also how I become friends with Sam because I use to hang out with them sometimes. 

Sam starts brewing some coffee, she placed her hand on the counter, she then buries her face in her hands for a few seconds and looks up taking a deep breath. After a few minutes, she takes out a few ingredients from the pantry. 

"I hope you still love red velvet, I need to bake something or I will go crazy. Baking can be therapeutic sometimes." She gives me a small smile and I nod excitedly, I always loved her red velvet cake. It's simply delicious! I'm not saying it because I like Sam but she really makes moist and exquisite red velvet. 

She takes another deep breath and twists her ponytail into a bun. She washes her hands puts on a cute apron saying Queen of the kitchen. She starts measuring out each ingredient and place the excess back in the pantry. 

I sit on the barstool watching her mix everything like a lovesick puppy observing her every move with interest. She concentrates hard on the task at hand with a serious expression on her face. She finally looks at me smiling, damn why does she have to look so angelic whenever she smiles. I probably look like an i***t but it's fine. I want this moment to last forever. 

She finally finishes mixing and place the batter into two round cake tins and places it in the oven. She turns on the timer and takes off the apron making her way to the lounge with her coffee. I follow her and we sit next to each other on the couch. She takes a sip of her coffee and finally says something, "how is Riley doing?" I am surprised she asked about Riley and thought maybe she would want to talk about what happened earlier this evening.

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After about 30 or 40 minutes of laughing and joking about our childhood and all the mischieve we caused, the oven timer goes off. Saved by the bell I don't think I wouldn't be able to resist not kissing her any longer. Sam runs towards the kitchen and takes out the cake she allows it to cool down before we eat some cake. "So Dylan you changed a lot after I started dating Jason, you never hang out with us anymore." I look down to avoid looking at her. 

"Sam you know I never liked Jason so I could not stand watching my best friend dating a jerk like him." While at least one thing about that statement was correct, Jason was a jerk back then in fact he still is. But I could not stand watching the love of my life dating someone else especially Jason Smith. 

After Jason and Sam started dating I avoided her as much as possible. I could not stand by and watch them be happy. Samantha and I were separated by two years in age and grade. When Samantha started her freshman year in med school, I was a junior and transferred from Harvard to Duke university in order to avoid seeing her. It was tough enough bumping into Jason during freshman and Sophomore year, but seeing Samantha at Harvard with Jason would have been torture. This was also the reason I never worked in New York until a few months ago. I stayed in the state of California working at Smith Medical group hospitals within the state. 

After a few minutes, we ate slices of red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. I look at Sam and notice a bit of frosting on the corner of her mouth. "You have a bit of frosting on your mouth," I reach my thumb over the corner of her mouth and wipe off the frosting. My thumb glides over her bottom lips, her lips feel so soft. She closes her eyes letting out a soft breath but breaks contact by abruptly getting up walking towards the window. 

"I can't do this Dylan." She looks out the window looking at the city lights outside in order to avoid making eye contact. "I have a confusion to make, I always had a crush on you since childhood but never told you how I felt. I was afraid the feeling wasn't mutual. When you never made move  I assumed you did not feel the same. I started pursuing Jason in order to forget about how I feel about. I was hurt by how you treated me back when Jason and I started dating. So I gave our relationship all I got and started falling in love with him."

I look at her wide-eyed shocked by what she just said, she still has her back towards me. I walk towards her and wrap my arms around her. 

"Sammy, why didn't you tell me how you felt. This is great, I also have a confession to make." I turn her around and look into her eyes. 

"I always loved you Sam and was afraid to tell you how I feel. I felt hurt by seeing you with him it tore me up inside I avoided you in order to protect my heart. Anyway, let's forget the past and start afresh together I promise I will love and treasure you." 

She looks at me stunned, after a few seconds she finally speaks up "It's not that easy Dylan, I cannot be in a relationship right now. The last 18 months have been hell and right now I need time to heal."

"Sam, Jason has moved on don't you think it's time for you to do the same? Allow me to help you heal" I look at her hoping she will give us a chance. Damn you, Jason Smith! Damn you for breaking this woman and not allowing her to move on. She looks at me with anger in her hazel eyes. 

"This has nothing to do with him, for all I care he can burn in hell. This is about me, Dylan! Why does everyone think all the major life decisions I made so far were because of him! Jason does not have that much power over my life, I refuse!" She throws her hands up in defeat and tries running away to her room. But I grab her by her arm and look into her eyes. I wish she would let me in and trust I will not hurt her. I want to worship her body and make her feel like the queen she is. 

I cup her face with my hands and watch her eyes soften as she calms down from her anger. Her lips look so plump and delicious I desperately want to suck on them and claim her as mine. She looks at me with lustful eyes, I cannot stand looking at her any longer without touching more of her body. 

I kiss her gently not wanting to scare her or make her feel worse. I stop and look at her, she pulls me into a deep kiss sucking on my bottom lips kissing me hungrily. Our tongues swirl and fight for dominance until I finally win. I gently push her against the wall not breaking from our kiss. I love tasting her soft sweet lips making me hungry for more. I want more! No, I need more of her! I grab onto one of her boobs kissing and sucking on her lips, I am surprised she's not wearing a bra. 

My erection is growing in my pants but I will take my time with her. I slowly glide my hand up her t-shirt and gently start rubbing her left n****e in between my index and thumb. She lets out a soft moan arching her back in pleasure. I grab the hem of the t-shirt she's wearing and take it off. I loosen her hair allowing her beautiful golden-brown hair to flow down, her hair smells amazing like cocoa butter. The scent is intoxicating. I want to taste every inch of her beautiful skin.

I take a few steps back to admire the beauty in front of me, her beautiful hourglass goddess-like body is driving me insane, she tries hiding her upper naked body by wrapping her arms around her boobs. I look at her intently, "don't you dare hide that body of yours. You are so f*****g beautiful." A blush creeps on her cheeks she looks me in the eyes, I step closer to her and remove her leggings. 

As I take it off I plant soft kisses up her legs look down at me smiling. I reach her inner thighs and hear her moaning. f**k her moans are like music to my ears making my bulge even harder. I didn't even know if it was possible. I work my way up her thigh sucking and kissing her soft caramel skin. I reach her core and rub her pleasure bud. "Please, Dylan" she moans softly, tilting her head back in pleasure. 

I remove her panties and realize how wet she is. Her wetness is driving me crazy I need to taste her juices. I flip my tongue over her c******s and taste her sweet juices. Her sweet smell and taste are like a drug I am intoxicated by this woman. I suck and flip my tongue feeling her sweet bud growing and hearing her moan louder. I as suck, I insert two fingers into her pleasure hole f**k, she's so damn tight. I build the pressure and speed, finger f*****g her and licking her c******s feeling her hole tighten around my fingers. She releases on my hand and mouth tasting her sweet juices. I lick my fingers dry and get up. I wrap her legs around my waist and carry her to her bedroom. 

I gently place her on the bed like the delicate and precious flower she is. I want to make love to her and take away the pain Jason has caused her. I want to protect her with all I have. she lays on the bed looking at me through hooded eyes. She looks so beautiful in all her nakedness. I take off my clothes not taking my eyes off her. 

Finally,  I place my erection at her entrance and pause. She looks at me frustratedly wondering when I will penetrate. I just love teasing her she looks so cute when she's frustrated. "Sam, you sure you want this?" "Please Dylan" she moans softly. "Please what?" "Please make love to me" she begs one more time. I thrust hard and deep inside of her, she gasp in pleasure as I enter her sweet hole.

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After an hour of sweet lovemaking, we both lay in each other's arms catching our breath. "Wow, that was amazing," she says looking into my eyes. "I love you, Sam," I say before kissing her on her forehead. She looks at me with a worried expression on her face and sits up. 

"Dylan, my sweet Dylan I don't think we should do this again." 

I look at her confused, "Sam you joking right? Why would you sleep with me and then break my heart?" 

"Dylan you knew how I feel, I cannot be in a relationship right now!" 

"Well, Samantha it's hard trying to understand you sometimes, I thought you wanted this!" 

"Yes I wanted to sleep with you, I care about you deeply Dylan don't get me wrong but right now I cannot be in a relationship. Please try and understand, I can offer you friendship but nothing more." 

"Ok, Sam I think I can live with being friends for now. Let's sleep it's already late."

Well, that's what she thinks I am not going to give up Samantha Johnson one day you will be mine.