Page 82 of Dreaming of Dawson

I let out a sigh, a feeling of coming home at last, and I reach forward, dragging my eyes up, and locking them with hers as I cup her cheek and lean in, kissing her. Our tongues dart in and out of each other’s mouths, and although I’m still only halfway inside her, I pull back, and mirror our kiss with my cock, edging back and forth, never going any deeper, our bodies in perfect harmony. She’s breathing hard and before too long, she breaks the kiss, flopping down onto the mattress.

“I need you, Dawson,” she says. “I need to feel you. All of you.”

I nod my head and hold still as she raises her legs and I slowly slide all the way in, her wet walls clamping around me from base to tip.

“Oh, fuck…” I groan.

“Please… yes,” she says at the same time, bringing her legs up even higher and wrapping them around me. I’m trapped, but I honestly couldn’t care less, and I flex my hips, thrusting in and out of her, creating a slow, steady rhythm. It has to be slow. If I do anything else, I’m gonna come, and I’m not ready for that yet.

“Is that what you wanted?” I ask and she nods her head.

“Yes. You’re so deep… so deep inside me…”

I smile and roll my hips on the next inward stroke, making her gasp, her lips parting as she stares up at me. I watch her closely, as she raises her hands, resting them on arms, then moving them up to my shoulders, as our bodies merge and meld, over and over… and over.

Her breasts are too tempting for words, her nipples hard and distended, and I balance on my right arm, cupping her breast with my left hand, which barely covers it. Her nipple hardens even more, pebbling into my palm, and I pinch it between my fingers, making her squeal with delight.

“Do that again,” she whimpers and I do, just a little harder, although not so hard it would hurt her, and she gasps that time, her legs clamping a little tighter around me. “You’re gonna…” she says. “You’re gonna make me…”

Before she can finish her sentence, her body is overcome. She screams out the next word, coming hard around my cock, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she grinds up into me. That’s too much.

“I can’t, babe… I can’t hold on.” She thrusts her hips up even further, like she wants me as far inside her as I can go, and as I plunge into her, one last time, my body succumbs, and I let out a roar, filling her deeply with everything I’ve got.

I can’t think. I can’t do anything, and I lower myself to my elbows as Macy lets her legs fall to the mattress, both of us struggling to breathe.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, managing to speak after a few moments.

“Yes. That was spectacular.”

I’m not sure that’s enough of a word for how I feel, or what we just did. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced, although I don’t think it’s a good idea to say that, just in case Macy thinks I’m making comparisons. I’m not. It’s just that she was…

“You were sensational, babe.”

“You’re sure?” she says, and I hate the doubt I can hear in her voice… like she’s still not sure. I have to do something about that, even if I refuse to make comparisons.

“I’m positive.” She smiles, nodding her head, and I summon the energy to pull out of her and turn us both onto our sides, facing each other. I’m still bone hard and she glances down between us, biting her bottom lip, which makes my cock twitch, and that in turn makes her smile widen. “Is that proof enough for you?” I ask, and she giggles.

“I guess so.”

“I’d love to say we could go again,” I say, caressing her cheek with my fingertips.

“But you’re too tired?”

“I don’t know whether it’s tiredness or being sober for the first time in ages, but I’ll admit I’m feeling a little jaded.”

“In that case…” she says, snuggling against me, and I hold her close.

“Besides,” I whisper, “I don’t even wanna think what time of the morning it is… and I’m not gonna check, just in case it’s later than I think it is. Because I really like the idea of falling asleep with you, and I don’t want to find out that it’s nearly time to get up.”

“It’s too dark for that, but I understand what you mean. I like the idea of falling asleep with you, too… or rather on you,” she says, as I turn slightly, so I’m on my back and she gets comfortable beside me, her arm resting on my stomach, and her leg laying across mine.

This feels like the best place in the world to be right now, and even though I know we ought to get some sleep, there’s something that needs saying. I can’t let it slide, not after everything we’ve just done… but I can’t tell her exactly how I feel. Not yet. Just in case it’s too soon. Just in case she’s not ready. Even so, I have to say something, and I pull her closer, smiling as she lets out a soft sigh.

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m falling for you?” I say, hoping that isn’t too much, although I have instant doubts when she tenses in my arms.

“Falling for me?”

“Yes.”

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