Page 79 of Dreaming of Dawson

“What do you think? I called you fucking beautiful, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did.” She snuggles into me again.

“I got it wrong, though,” I say, surprised by how much I enjoy playing with her, and she leans away again, frowning up at me.

“You did?”

“Yeah. You’re so much more than that.” She smiles, lighting up my world, and resting her head on my chest.

“I’ve been thinking,” she says.

“Is that what you came to tell me?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

“Okay. Did this thinking lead you to any conclusions?”

“It did. I’ve decided I don’t want you to sell your bar.”

“You already said that, and I told you, I will if I have to. If it’s what you need.”

“I don’t,” she says and I flip her over onto her back, leaning up on one elbow and looking down at her.

“You… You mean…?”

She nods her head, but before she can say a word, I cover her lips with mine, swallowing her sexy moan as our tongues meet in a gentle caress.

She hasn’t answered my question, although I suppose I didn’t ask it… not fully. And given the fact that we’re lying here, and that I’m naked and she’s only wearing her underwear, it feels like there are other – more important – questions to be asked.

“What do you want, Macy?” I say, breaking the kiss and gazing down at her perfect face.

“I don’t want you to stop kissing me.” She leans up, but I pull back again, maintaining a distance, which makes her pout and makes me smile.

“Did I ask what you don’t want?”

“No. But you stopped kissing me.”

“Only so I could find out what you want.”

She lets out a sigh, reaching up and caressing my cheek with her fingertips. “I want all of you,” she whispers, studying my face, and I surprise myself by actually growling as I lean back in and kiss her, so much harder than before. There seems little point in trying to hide my erection from her, so I pull back the covers, moving closer, and she writhes against me, her body twisting as I reach down, delving inside her lace panties. She gasps into my mouth, parting her legs as I discover her smooth, silky folds and smile to myself. She’s shaved, just like in my dreams, and I skim my fingers over her clit, making her shudder, her back arching as I circle around her.

She pulls back from my kiss, drawing air into her lungs. “More,” she whispers. “Give me more.”

I pull down the cup of her bra, forcing her ample breast upwards and sucking on her nipple, as I insert a finger inside her entrance, gathering up her juices and smearing them over her clit, rubbing just a little harder. She clamps her hand on the back of my head, raising her hips at the same time.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I murmur, flicking my tongue across her hardened nipple.

“I’m close already,” she says, struggling for breath. “I’m so close.”

“Then come for me, Macy. Let me watch you.”

As much as I love the way her nipple reacts to my tongue, I wanna see this, and I lean up, gazing down at her. She stares into my eyes as I rub her clit just a little harder, making her pant, right on the edge. I see the moment when she falls, her eyes pleading with me, her head rocking back as her muscles tighten. Then she cries out my name… not just once, but over and over, screaming at me for more as her body curls and twists, and I keep up the pressure on her clit, until her screams becomesighs, and her muscles finally relax, her breasts heaving as she recovers.

“I hope that felt as good as it looked,” I whisper and she smiles, nodding her head.

“It felt incredible.”

“It looked amazing.”

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