You're walking hand in hand when Dylan stops and picks you up. "You're the birthday girl, you don't even have to walk right now. Let me carry you and pleasure you tonight. I'm doing all the work, you just enjoy the view." He places you on the bed and gets on top of you, moving his lips away from your lips and now onto your collar bone and down the center of your chest. You start to unbutton your shirt but he moves your hands away and does it himself. With every button that comes undone, he kisses you lower and lower. You arch your back so he can unclasp your bra, and he stares mesmerizingly at your breasts. He teases you by sucking the area around your nipples before working his way down to your pants. Once your jeans and underwear are off, Dylan uses one lick of his tongue to travel from your belly button to your clit. You let out a soft moan first as Dylan starts to slowly go down on you, but as his tongue moves faster and his hands get involved you can't help but scream. He places two fingers inside of you and continues to flick his tongue over your clit. You've never felt pleasure this intense before, and you aren't sure if it's because it's been so long since you two have been intimate or because he's just that good at what he does. He gets you right to the edge before stopping and taking his own clothes off. He's hard and you can see it through his jeans before he even removes them, which turns you on even more. Dylan hops back on top of you and you wrap your arms around his back as he enters, slowly at first and then picking up speed. You flinch, not because of pain, but because you forgot what it felt like to have him in you. The sudden burst of pleasure returns as your body adjusts to his width. He's breathing heavily on your neck as he continues to thrust in and out of you, going in a steady but not too slow rhythm. He lets out an aggressive grunt and whispers in your ear, "You're really wet, aren't you? I can feel it." You're in so much pleasure that you can't even form words, instead you bite your lip and nod up to him so he knows his doing his job right. In light of this information, he slows down to thrust into you harder and longer. Every second that passes makes you moan louder and louder until you can't take it anymore and orgasm more intensely than you ever have before. Dylan gets in one final thrust before getting off of you and throwing himself down on the bed. He runs his fingers through his hair as he's trying to catch his breathe. His cheeks are red and his forehead is sweating. "Wow, you really know how to work a guy don't you?" You manage to let out, "Only my guy" in the middle of all the panting, which brings a huge smile to Dylan's face. The two of you lay there and catch up on everything that's been happening in each other's lives and it feels like old times, before Dylan was always gone and everything had to be said or done through the phone. You suddenly remember that he's leaving tomorrow and get sad again. Dylan notices because he looks at you and says, "Hey. Cheer up, buttercup. Why don't you take a nice hot shower and when you come out we can watch movies and order pizza. Or talk for the rest of the night, whatever the birthday girl wants." You agree to this plan and hop into the shower. When you come out, Dylan isn't anywhere to be found. You leave your bedroom and step into the hallway, which is when you see it. Hundreds of roses are on the floor leading a trail to Dylan, who is leaning against the mysterious birthday box you forgot all about. I'll Be by Edwin McCain is playing in the background. Dylan extends his hand to you and you take it. In the middle of slow dancing, he looks down at you and says, "So I have this gift for you. It might not make sense at first but I hope you like it" and let's go of you so you can open the gift. You remove the wrapping, and it's a brown box. You open that box to see a dollhouse almost as tall as you are. It's blue with red doors and the rooms are all decorated realistically. "What is this?" You say, but Dylan says nothing. You turn around to face him, and he's kneeling on the floor with a tiny black box in his hand. "Y/N, I know this might sound crazy because we're young and we still have so much living to do and people to meet, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I feel like I've known this since our first date and every added day with you has just made it more clear. Like I was looking at my life through a foggy window until you came along and made me see everything right again. This house, it's a dollhouse right now but it's a model of the house I want to live in with you. I want to have kids here and do Easter egg hunts in the backyard. I want to teach our grandkids how to park in this driveway. And I want to grow old with you. Right here and right now. I don't want to wait, I want to marry you." He opens the box so you can see the beautiful and elegant diamond ring inside. "So, will you be so kind as to marry me, Y/N?"
