I stretched and slid under the sheets, resting my head on Dawson’s chest as I settled in.
“What a day!” he sighed, settling his hand on my hair.
I giggled, recalling the events, including my several freak outs. Everything miraculously culminated in a quiet dinner, my sister not even making any stupid or wild comments. “Yeah. All’s well that ends well, right? Isn’t that the saying?”
He grunted. “Something like that.” His phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he reached for it with another, less cordial grunt. I gazed up at him and saw a deep frown knitting his brows.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing, baby. Just…work stuff.” He put the phone away and turned to me, closing his eyes. I wanted to ask him more – he always avoided talking about business with the Valves, and I felt like an outsider, naïve to things that heavily concerned me. He must’ve noticed my displeasure because he started running his fingertips gently over my back. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s really nothing.” Before I could say more, his hand slipped into my pajama pants and cupped my ass. “God, you have a perfect ass,” he whispered, bringing his other hand around to play with it.
I giggled softly and knew I was blushing. “Ooh,” I squeaked as his fingers ventured farther, between my legs, touching my pussy from behind.
“Mmm,” he moaned, caressing my folds.
I fisted his t-shirt in my hand and searched for his lips. He leaned in, and I plunged my tongue into his mouth, taking control. He caught my rhythm and kissed me back, tasting of my mouth slowly as his fingers pushed inside me, exploring my core. My body warmed, and I lifted one leg over his hips, grinding my pelvis against his. He noticed as I attempted to remove his shirt and helped. I lay on him now, my body flush against his, kissing his neck as he fingered me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet!” he breathed in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
I moaned, unable to articulate any words. I didn’t need them anyway. He pulled his fingers out, and I whimpered.
But he chuckled and assured me, “Oh, no, don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you now, baby.”
“Weren’t you just doing that?” I teased.
“Oh, no. Not a finger bang. I mean a proper fuck. With my cock and all.” He flipped us, and I laughed throatily. “You’ll see.”
I spread my legs, welcoming his entry.
He took a second to rid himself of his pants and my bottoms, and then he bent to kiss my mound. “How’s that, baby?” he asked, lifting his eyes to find mine.
“How’s what?” I joked.
“Oh, is that how it’s going to be?”
“How am I being? Oh, fuck! Dawson!” His tongue pushed inside me, and I nearly flew off the bed as it sucked the air from my lungs. I grabbed his hair, maneuvering him gently, my body shaking too hard for me to have any real strength. He did all the things he knew would bring me to the edge, and I was blessedly powerless under his worship. He teased my clit with his teeth, and I let out a short scream.
“Shh,” he whispered, coming back to my lips. “We don’t want to wake Ginger. Or Georgie. Do we?”
“Sorry,” I mouthed, breathless. But my apology was lost as he gave me no time to recover, plunging his cock into me. I bit my lip to hold back a scream.
“Oh, baby, you’re so tight, and wet. Perfect,” he managed between grunts as he thrust into me, finding a rhythm.
I lifted my hips to him, clenching bed sheets and shutting my eyes in an attempt to control my sounds of pleasure. His thick cock always rendered me incapable of controlling my noises, often animalistic. Tonight was no different. I loved the way he stretched me, gently at first, then faster and harder, like he knew exactly when to change his speed or rhythm.
He saw my struggle to hold on and grabbed my hips, holding me up with my legs spread wide. It changed the angle, and he rammed into me, harder and deeper. I instantly struggled for air. “Fuck, Dawson! Oh, fuck!” I couldn’t shut up. He watched me with a grin, swaying his hips and purposely making me scream again.
I bit my lip harder, squeezed my eyes closed, wanting nothing more than to scream my ecstasy to the world. He fucked me hard, with blinding speed, holding me so he could get as deep as my body allowed his cock to go. My focus on mot making noise took away some of the passion, and he placed my hips back on the bed. He leaned on his elbows and kissed my tightly pressed lips, moving slowly and sensually inside me.
“It’s okay, baby,” he reassured me, pulling back a bit and finding a new strategy. Pushing in partially, he angled his cock upward and moved gently in a steady rhythm. He focused on my G spot with expertise, and I filled with so much pleasure I thought I might cry.
“Please, stop…” I tried, concerned I couldn’t take much of this. “Oh, God, Dawson!” I moaned. My knees quivered, the ripples in my core growing stronger with each thrust. He kept the same tactic until I fell over the edge, my muscles contracting beneath him, my throat closed to any sound that tried to escape.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me,” he whispered, his hot breath on my skin.
That did it. My orgasm rolled over me with spectacular force, taking over so I stiffened around him, tears of absolute pleasure rolling down the sides of my face. I didn’t realize until the height of the orgasm subsided I was biting his shoulder, and I released his skin, fearing I’d hurt him.
“It’s all right, baby,” he assured me, pushing his cock deep, all the way to his hilt. I gasped, and he grinned, speeding up again and hitting my core hard. He pushed me toward the headboard, and I grabbed onto him to steady myself against. He took it up another notch, and I felt his body harden above me as he pushed in deep one last time. He breathed heavily on my neck as he came, holding me tight as I held him, too. “God, you’re perfect, baby,” he whispered, relaxing and pressing me into the mattress with his weight.
“I love you,” I replied, kissing his cheek. I let my legs fall on either side of him and reached to caress his hair, lovingly and protectively. The last thing I knew before I slipped into slumber was his even breathing warming my neck and enveloping me with the scent of peppermint.