Page 37 of Fresh Start
When Dawson’s lips reached my stomach, he released my hands so he could unbutton my pants, but he was having trouble with the belt.
I tried to help, but Dawson grabbed my wrists and pinned them back down with one hand, still trying to get my pants off.
"Just rip it," I yelled, unable to take it any longer.
Dawson obeyed and pulled the loose end of the belt fast and hard. The belt buckle broke and ripped one of the jeans’ loops with it, and two moments later, Dawson threw what was left of the belt on the floor behind us and took my pants off.
"I have no idea how I did that." Dawson smiled.
I pushed my hands free from Dawson's grip to touch his face.
"All those years as Detective Strong have paid off," I said, my voice full of desire.
He pecked my lips before returning his attention to my upper body, moving down kiss by kiss, licking his way down to my V, avoiding any contact with my throbbing cock which was sheer torture.
Dawson had definitely learned some new tricks since we’d last had sex. Or had it simply been that long and I didn’t remember how good he was? I tried to thread my hands through Dawson's hair, and as soon as I did, he peeked up and looked at me full of remorse and need.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked him.
Dawson placed his chin on my stomach and bit his lip.
"Areyousure? I'm the one who hurt you," he said.
Admitting it like that, in this submissive position with my fingers tangled in his hair, I appreciated the sentiment more than when he'd spewed it out in anger earlier that morning.
I nodded.
"Then let me apologize," he whispered and lifted his head off my abdomen and grabbed my erection over the checkered fabric of my underwear. Dawson bit down on my cock through my boxers, and my breath caught. His tongue wet the fabric and made me harder.
Slowly, he slipped my boxers off and took hold of my dick, taking the head in his mouth. I fisted my hands in the sheets and tried to tame the moan I knew was coming. Dawson took more of my length until his gag reflex made him come up for air. He played with me, while the only thing I could do was stare at Dawson adoring my cock.
It had been a while since I’d had that view in front of me, and I’d be an idiot not to enjoy it while it lasted. Because surely it couldn't last.
We had different lives. Different careers, for now. We were different people. Dawson was still in the closet, while I’d been forced out of it a long time ago. Despite my anger about it at the time, I felt blessed now, because I could be myself, criticism and self-doubt be damned.
No. There was no future between us. Was there? Aside from the fact that having sex didn't mean we’d be together for the rest of our lives. Life wasn't a chick-flick. Why was I even thinking about a future with Dawson anyway? We’d both grown up and changed so much; we weren’t the same people anymore.
This was just sex. What better way to unwind than having sex with an old flame? If that's all this was, I was okay with it.
Dawson trailed up to my chest, then my neck, and finally my lips.
"Are you okay?" Dawson asked me.
"I'm good," I replied, bringing myself back to the present and into the room. "What? Are you finished already?"
Dawson smirked. "I haven't even started yet," he said. "I want to ride you like there is no tomorrow."
For some reason, it felt wrong hearing Dawson say those words, even if I’d heard it, and done it, countless times back in school. My cock, however, didn't have any qualms about it, because it pulsed harder.
"Are you sure?" I asked him.
"More than anything. I've missed this," Dawson said and leaned back down for a kiss. "I've missed you."
I grinned.
“In the drawer,” I said.
Dawson raised an eyebrow and fidgeted over my head until he found the box of condoms I’d stashed in the bedside table on the first day I arrived. He took a condom out of the packet and tore through the wrapper.
