What’s even more natural, more innate, is the kiss that follows the proclamation of love we just declared to one another, our lips slow-dancing to the rhythm of our hearts as they beat as one.
Knowing he’s my fated mate, and knowing that he’s accepted it too, is all I needed in the five years I’d been away from him to finally step into my power. My heart bursts as if it had been caged, and the electricity surging through me makes me feel as if there’s no obstacle I can’t overcome, nothing I can’t do in this lifetime.
Our slow kiss steadily becomes passionate as I allow Dawson the liberty of exploring my mouth while my body turns pliable for him to lead me wherever he chooses. The small distance we travel feels like a dance as he holds my hand and whisks me off toward his bedroom, one hand on the small of my back as I’m guided like I was the first time we danced in the library.
This time, revisiting those memories isn’t tumultuous for my heart when I know that he’d come back for me, and wouldhave claimed me as his mate if it wasn’t for that elder getting in the way. Now that we’re doing things right the second time around, it’s like everything we’d been through to get to this point was worth it in the end.
All my heartbreak is fixed the moment our eyes meet when he pulls away gently, taking my hand to lead me to the bed. Dawson turns to face me, tenderly cupping my face as he draws me in for another slow, toe-curling kiss that leaves me breathless.
“You look ravishing in that dress, Yvie…” he rasps against my lips, his breath hot as it fans my face and spreads awareness throughout my body when it’s coupled with the seductive compliment. “I’ve been wanting to take it off you since I laid eyes on you this evening.”
I bite my bottom lip, relishing in this feeling of wantonness now that it’s doused in the feeling of being loved by the man I love. “Then take it off,” I whisper, chewing on my bottom lip again when he pulls back.
His glittering blue eyes drink in the sight of me from head to toe as if he’s undressing me with his gaze first. When the appetite of his ravenous eyes is satisfied, turning dark with the fullness of ultimate desire, he places his hands on my exposed shoulders, fingers crawling toward the sleeves as he slips them down.
He’s slow and meticulous as he undresses me, taking care to watch as every inch of my body becomes exposed. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but the black lace panties I’d worn for tonight.
Sure, I was prepared for anything tonight when I knew that there was no escaping the undeniable, intense attraction between Dawson and me. What I wasn’t expecting was to becompletely enamored by the man with his confession, or how gentle and sweet he could be as he guided me to the edge of the bed. Once I’m seated, he steps back and begins undressing.
It’s as if he’s putting on a show, watching my face for every reaction until he’s in nothing but his boxers. That’s when he falls to his knees in front of me, reaching out to hook his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties.
I lick my lips with anticipation as I lift my ass just enough for him to slide my panties off before he hooks his arms under my knees and yanks me forward with enough force to take my breath away. Before the gasp can fully escape my lips, Dawson has his mouth latched onto my folds, his tongue jutting out to flick my bundle of nerves that are already swelling with sensation.
Propping my weight on one arm, I reach out and card my fingers through the silky tresses of his dark brown hair, gyrating my hips to sync with the laps of his tongue until tingling spreads through my entire body.
“Oh, Dawson…” I mewl when his tongue enters me and touches the soft, squishy spot deep inside. His nose is pressed to my clit, and the sensations rolling through me are too much to bear; I throw my head back and fist the sheet as I feel the first stirrings of my orgasm.
Dawson pulls his tongue out only to stick a finger between my folds, his mouth moving to kiss my clit with so much passion that it has me writhing on the single digit.
“Dawson! Please!” I cry out loud, unable to bear the tight knot coiling in the pit of my belly. It feels as if I’m about to explode, and the eruption occurs the moment Dawson murmurs against my drenched folds, sounding like he has a mouthful of my slick between his lips, “Come for me, baby…”
His gentle encouragement is met with a scream as I unravel, and my orgasm sends bolts of hot, tingling currents through me. Behind my eyelids, I see stars as I ride out my high, my lips curling in a bewitched smile. I’m drunk on the kisses he presses to my folds, high as I soar above the clouds with the way I’m feeling.
The loss of the heat of Dawson’s mouth has me opening my eyes and lifting my head to watch him standing up. I sway forward, sitting upright again just as he’s about to pull his boxers down.
Pressing a hand to his wrist, I tilt my head seductively as I lick my lips.
“Let me,” I offer in a sultry voice, and Dawson removes his hands, allowing me to take the wheel and place my hand on the prominent, hot bulge of his erection, feeling the warmth of his leaking precum pooling in the front. There’s a mild scent of sweet invitation that enters my airways, and it’s tempting to my tongue as I slide his boxers over his rigid cock and watch it hang in front of my face.
Watching him through my lashes, I lift his cock in one hand and deftly stroke it, my fingers barely touching around the thickness of his girth. A gleaming drop of precum adorns the tip, and I stick my tongue out to taste it. Dawson sucks a breath through his teeth and, by the way he’s watching me through hooded, dark eyes, tells me he’s enjoying this.
The salty sweetness trickles down to the back of my throat, the taste compelling me to part my lips and taste the full effects of his cock in my mouth. I slide my lips all the way down, taking as much of him as I can until the swollen head hits the back of my throat.
“Oh, my Goddess, Yvonne…” Dawson drawls as he slides his fingers loosely through my hair. “That feels so fucking good.”
His praise spurs me on to reach the point of no return, my gag reflexes working to have me sliding up to the tip before repeating the motion.
Dawson’s moans and grunts sound like music to my ears, and my body responds to giving him pleasure as my folds get soaked with the flood of another bout of arousal. A surge of energy flows through my throat, spurring me on to hold the base of his cock as I bob my head in a steady rhythm, sucking in my cheeks.
His fingers in my hair become tighter as he takes the reins and guides my pace, slowing me down on his cock. I look up to see his contorted expression bordering on pleasure and anguish as he slowly slides me off his cock. The lewd “pop” from my lips, leaving his cock is followed by a string of saliva mixed with his salty sweetness dangling between our bodies.
He cuts the string with a twirl of his forefinger, wrapping the cocktail of our juices on the digit. He smirks when he lifts the gleaming finger to his face, using his clean hand to gently push my shoulder until I’m lying down. He climbs between my thighs just as I part them, then reaches between my legs to slide a finger through my folds as he lies down on top of me.
Dawson removes the finger from inside me, then lifts his hand between us to reveal his slick-covered digit, dripping with my arousal. He holds my gaze as he opens his mouth and licks his finger clean of my juices. A shudder of awareness and thrill runs through me. The erotic way he moans as the taste of me slips down his throat is what reignites the flames of my desire, and all I need is to feel him inside me.
Impatience has me reaching out with both hands to grab his face, crushing my lips to his as if I’m begging him to take me. His hand slides under me, pulling me to the side as I’m pressed up to his chest, one cheek on the pillow, as he lifts my leg and hooks my thigh over his waist.
When I open my eyes, I notice the way his eyes have turned lighter as he stares at me so deeply, it seems that he’s meeting my soul. He cradles my cheek and fondly gazes into my eyes, whispering words of promise as his hand slides down to my neck.
