Page 51 of Fresh Start
Dawson leaned into my ear and bit my lobe, moaning as he took deep breaths to take me in.
“I’ve never done this before,” I said to him as I tried my best to pound at him hard, but it was proving quite the challenge underwater, so I went for a smooth and slow pace instead.
“Me. Neither. Ugh,” Dawson whispered in my ear and tightened both his legs around my hips and his embrace.
I licked his salty neck, and he pulled my hair which brought me closer to climax. Dawson moved his ass up and down my cock, adding to my own rhythm, and just as a wave crashed in my back, I shot my release inside him.
He drowned me with his kiss as the water enveloped us. It turned out it wasn’t a good idea to kiss when waves were drowning us. We pulled apart from each other, coughing and trying to breathe.
Dawson pulled me closer to the beach, and once we were both sat at the shallow water, we laughed.
“That was different,” I said.
“That was epic,” Dawson said, boring into my eyes.
“It was,” I said. “Now, let’s get out because the sand is going into some interesting places, and I’m not sure I like it.”
We got out of the water and laid on the picnic cloth, drying under the sun and allowing the serenity of this private beach to bring us closer.
"Are you hungry?" Dawson asked me after half an hour or so.
I gawked at his perfectly defined body that looked like a teenager’s wet dream under the sunlight, and my erection returned. The man standing in front of me was exhilarating.
"Not for food," I said.
Dawson sat up on the cloth and looked up at me with needy eyes.
"What are you hungry for?" he asked, his blue eyes feigning innocence.
I also sat up opposite Dawson and took the man's face in my hands.
"You," I said, pushing my lips and tongue onto Dawson's mouth.
I was so horny for the man it was ridiculous. I didn't have the energy to go smooth and sweet on him. And if I’d learned something from last night, it was that Dawson didn't always like it smooth and sweet.
Dawson caressed the back of my neck and kissed back, full force.
“It’s your turn,” I whispered into his neck, tasting it again and again.
Fifteen
Dawson
I’d hit the jackpot. There was no doubt about it. Whatever fate it was that had made my parents move here, and whatever I’d done to deserve this happenstance of being in town at the same time with Leo, I was grateful for.
Kissing him felt like heaven on earth. There was no sweeter feeling than being one with Leo, and I couldn't remember the last time I’d enjoyed sex as much.
Leo's hands did some exploring on my body, and it took all my strength not to come to my undoing. This man in front of me made me feel alive, more alive than ever after a decade of comatose living.
Leo moved from my neck to my chest, leaving a wet trail with his tongue. It gave me goosebumps.
"You're so fucking sexy," I whispered in Leo's ear.
"And you are so fucking tasty." Leo teased my nipple with his tongue.
I put my hand under his chin and brought his lips back to me.
He let out a moan and my cock reacted to the sound.
