Page 78 of Dreaming of Dawson

“Right there. Right there. Don’t stop.”

I pull all the way out, then slide back in to her tight pussy, giving her everything she wants, and more. She feels so good around my cock, but I don’t want to rush this, and I build a steady rhythm, which she matches, parting her legs wide to take me deeper.

“Fuck, Macy. That’s so fucking hot,” I murmur, bending my head to suck on her nipples.

The headboard is banging in time with my thrusts, although I wish it wouldn’t. The noise is annoying.

“Fill me,” she whispers. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

I’m close… really close. But that knocking sound is driving me insane.

I can’t focus and my eyes shoot open as I realize it’s not the headboard at all. It can’t be, because I don’t have one. The knocking is someone at my door… and there’s only one person it can be.

“Come in,” I call, gathering up the covers to make sure my hard-on is hidden from view. I didn’t close the drapes, so it’s not that dark in here.

The door nudges open, and my breath catches in my throat when Macy comes into the room. I’d expected it to be her, but not looking like this. Not in her underwear… like she was last night. I’m sober now, and like I said, it’s not that dark in here. I can see her perfectly, and although I’m tempted to ask why she didn’t put on some clothes before knocking at my door, that feels like a really dumb question, compared to, “What’s wrong?”

Something clearly is, or she wouldn’t be here.

“I’m freezing,” she says, rubbing her hands up and down her bare arms.

Again, that could be resolved by putting more clothes on… which makes me wonder if that’s why she’s really here.

“Would you like an extra blanket?” I ask, deciding to test the water, and maybe play a little while I’m about it.

Her face falls, her arms dropping to her sides, and I struggle to hide my smile. I want to jump for joy. I want to shout from the rooftops. Because I was right. She didn’t come in here to tell me she’s cold. She came in here for a different reason altogether… and I couldn’t be happier about that.

“Oh, okay,” she says, sounding disappointed, which just makes me smile even more.

“Unless you’d like to try the other alternative?” I say and she tilts her head.

“What’s that?”

“Letting me warm you up?”

She licks her lips, then nods her head, and I pull back the cover, making sure not to lower it too far, as she scampers over, clambering in beside me.

I pull up the covers, keeping some of them between us, so she won’t be able to feel my arousal, and hold her close, letting her nestle in my arms.

“Is that better?” I ask, and she turns slightly, looking up at me.

“I wasn’t actually cold,” she says, trying not to smile.

“No shit.”

“You knew?” she says. “You knew I wasn’t for real?”

“Of course.”

“How?” She leans back in my arms, but doesn’t go too far.

“If you’d been cold, you could’ve just put on some clothes. You didn’t have to come in here and tempt me in your underwear.”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” she says.

“I was drunk the last time.”

“Too drunk to notice?”

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