Stone Creek by Davis, Lainey (reading diary .TXT) 📕

Dr. Meyer and MIT. And he laughs--a joyful, relieved sound. Neal lifts me into the air and spins around. "Dahlia! That's amazing!"

"It is! It is, right?" I stop crying at last and lean back into his strong arms as he keeps twirling me in the parking lot. I start laughing with him as he pulls me higher and kisses me deeply. We only break apart when we hear wolf whistles and cheers from the team, who have now migrated closer to us.

I bite my lip and hide my head in Neal's shoulder, his wild curls tickling my ear and his massive arms holding me tight. "Let's go celebrate," he says.

I remember Jeremy's text from earlier. When Neal sets me back on the ground I touch his shoulder. "Can we go meet my friends at the Tap Room?"

"Anything my girl wants," he says.

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I've never walked into a room with a guy's arm around my shoulders before. When Neal and I walk in to the bar, I spy my friends in the back corner. Linda--who I forgot to update after my meeting with Dr. Meyer--leaps from her seat and runs over to me.

"Dahlia!" she shouts. "What the hell is going on?" She looks from me to Neal, to his arm around my shoulder. He kisses my cheek and she asks, "Did you get shit-canned?"

People are staring at us now, and Linda pulls me over to the table in the back corner, where Tim and Jeremy are sitting with a pitcher of beer. I squeeze Neal's hand and ask, "Is there room for my boyfriend?"

Linda actually starts clapping her hands, although Jeremy looks like he swallowed something sharp. I tell them all about the teaching fellowship at MIT and they procure another pitcher of beer. Even Jeremy pats me on the back in congratulations.

An hour later, Neal slides his hand up my leg under the table. I look over to him and see his eyes are dark. His hand is more insistent until I slide my glass across the table and tell Linda I need to get going. "I have some stuff I need to take care of tonight," I say. Linda smiles and waves me off.

She grabs my hand and whispers, "I'll sleep at Tim's tonight so you can be as loud as you want."

I don't even have time to feel embarrassed as Neal pulls me across the street to my apartment. When we get inside, he says, "We have a lot to do tonight, Dahlia." He starts peeling off his clothes in the living room as he walks toward the bedroom.

Tipsy and high on the promise of the future, I laugh and follow suit. I chase him down the hall and shove him down onto my bed. Neal lies back, fully nude, and I run my hands along his beautiful body. I stand next to the bed in my bra and panties and strip for him slowly, teasing as I take off my clothes and toss them onto the floor.

All my inhibitions are gone as I stand in front of him tweaking my nipples. "God, Neal, I've missed the feel of your cock inside me."

"Fuck, baby, you need to talk this way more often," he says, pulling me toward him. I climb on top of Neal, straddling his body and gliding my slick folds along the length of his erection. I pull his hands up to my breasts and moan as he kneads and pinches.

I lean my head forward to kiss him, claiming him with my mouth. My tongue reaches deep into his mouth and skirts along his teeth while his fingers roll my nipples into stiff, aching peaks. Breaking the kiss, I push one breast into Neal's mouth while I continue rocking my hips along his body.

I feel his tongue, warm and wide, lapping at my nipple. His hands remain on both breasts, gripping the sensitive flesh. Neal begins to alternate licking my nipples, sucking hungrily at one before popping off and lavishing attention on the other.

Suddenly I am overcome by the need to feel him inside me, and I raise myself up. As I begin to slide down onto the stiff tip of his cock, Neal reaches out to stop me. "Dahlia, wait. I don't have a condom."

I shake my head. "I have an IUD Neal, and I haven't had sex without a condom before. Ever."

His face is concerned, and I remember his origin story. "I won't get pregnant." I kiss him. "I want to feel you inside me, with nothing between us." I rock my hips again, lowering ever so slightly down onto the silken tip. A moan escapes his throat and he swallows. I watch the large Adam's apple slide up and down and lean in to kiss him.

"Dahlia," he whispers into my mouth, and I sink down until every inch of him slides inside me. I'm so wet that his hard stick glides along my skin like rain down a windowpane. His shaft is smooth as ice, but hard as marble in the moist heat of my pussy. "Fuck, baby," he says. "That feels so good."

His hands move around to my ass as I begin to ride him. I start with my hands braced on his shoulders, moving my hips faster and grinding my clit against his pubic bone with every stroke. I adjust my legs so my feet press into the mattress. I'm squatting above Neal's cock now, plunging down onto him hard as his hands help support my weight.

I bounce up and down on top of him, my tits swinging and my thighs burning until I feel my release building like a wildfire inside my core. "Neal, I'm so close," I say between breaths. "I need you to touch me. Please," I beg him as I continue to ride his dick.

He slides a hand between my legs, the pads of