Page 80 of Dreaming of Dawson

I lean in and kiss her again, pulling her onto her side so I can unfasten her bra, which I manage with one hand, sliding the straps from her shoulders and tossing it to the corner of the room. Leaning back, I study her breasts, which are just as I’d expected them to be… full and firm. The thing of dreams. I cup one in my hand, dipping my head to trace a circle around her nipple with my tongue.

“I wanna taste you,” I whisper, looking up at her. I notice her eyes widen, and she licks her lips, smiling as I shift down the bed, raising her right leg, so I can duck underneath it, and then letting it rest on my shoulder. She’s still wearing panties, and I go to nudge them aside, just as Macy places her fingers inside the waistband.

“I’ll take them off,” she says. “It’ll be easier.”

I’m not about to argue and I lean back, as she pulls down her underwear, raising her legs to free herself, and then throws her panties in the same vague direction as her bra.

“That’s better,” I say as she settles back into position, resting her leg on my shoulder again, and I’m faced with her perfect pussy, her lips all glistening and swollen. I bend my head, parting them with my tongue, and flick it over her clit.

“Oh, God… yes,” she says, grinding her hips up into me while she brings her hand down on the back of my head. Her taste is intoxicating… delicately sweet, and I feast on her, sucking her clit into my mouth, and swallowing down her juices. I’m like a starving man, in need of sustenance, and I can’t get enough of her, even when she bucks and writhes beneath me,squealing my name, and coming hard on my tongue. I keep at her, nipping her clit between my teeth, hungry for more.

She calms eventually, and although I could easily do that again, my cock has other ideas. It wants more, too, and I kneel up, leaning over her, my eyes leaving that divine pussy and raking up her body, taking in her flat stomach, slightly rounded hips, and getting back to those lovely firm breasts before I settle between her legs, my hands either side of her head.

She lets out a long sigh, resting her palms flat on my chest, her head tilting to the left.

“This is just how I imagined it would…” she says, although she stops talking, mid-sentence.

“What is? What’s how you’d imagined?” I ask.

“Nothing.” We might only have the moonlight, but I can see her blushing, and I lean a little closer.

“No, Macy. You can’t hold back on me now. You said you’d imagined something. What was it?”

“I’d imagined you. Looking like this.”

“So you’d given it some thought?” I say, playing with her again… because I can.

“Yes. I might have had doubts about us, but that was because you’re my boss, not because I didn’t want you.”

“Good,” I say, smiling and dipping my head to kiss her, just briefly. “Are you still having doubts?” I ask, resting my forehead against hers.

“No. Not unless you’re gonna fire me.”

I shake my head, leaning back and looking down at her. “Why on earth would I do that? You’re good for business… and you’re fucking great for me.”

She giggles, and I although I’m about to laugh myself, I stop, hearing bells in my head, just like I did last night.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“I heard bells,” I say. “Like when you had to help me on the stairs.”

She frowns. “But you were drunk then… and there were no bells, Dawson. There aren’t any now, either. To be honest, I’m starting to think there must be something wrong with your hearing.”

“You’ll accuse me of being old next.” She giggles again, and I kneel right back, staring down at her. “That’s the sound I heard. It’s not bells. It’s you.”

“Me?”

“Yes. It’s the sound you make when you giggle. It’s like bells ringing.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is to me.”

I lean back over and kiss her, and the moment she moans into my mouth, I deepen the kiss, lowering my hips and letting my cock press against her. She parts her legs and I rub it along her folds, up and down, over and over, stroking against her clit with every move.

“Stop teasing me,” she whimpers, breaking the kiss, her lips trembling with need.

“I need a condom.” I pull back and lean over toward the nightstand, but she sits up slightly and grabs my arm, pulling me back.

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