He wants something, and not just the obvious.
And then it hits me. He wants me to ask him. He already told me. And this time, feeling my pulse in my neck, I find the courage.
“Kiss me.”
His eyes darken, and without hesitation, he leans in and presses his lips against mine.
My first kiss.
It’s like being struck by lightning. His lips envelop mine, sending a tingling sensation through my entire body. My thighs blaze as he presses his tongue into my mouth, embracing me like a starving man.
His strong fingers thread through my hair, grasping a fistful and holding me tight. He bends me into him, causing my back to arch. The warmth from his body spreads into mine.
The stubble on his chin, his raw strength, his scent sweeping into my nostrils—it’s more than I ever could have imagined. It’s overwhelming. In fact, it’s almost too much.
My heartbeat is rapid, and I start to pull back out of reflex, my anxiety spiking back from the darkness. But Dawson doesn’t let me. He cups my face, and with a voice so strong it feels like it could shift the Earth’s tectonic plates, he says, “Stay with me. I’ve got you.”
Something inside me starts to settle. I keep my eyes locked on his as he slides a hand up my thigh, causing my body to buzz.
“Dawson…”
“When was the last time a man touched you?” he asks, his voice low and rough. My face burns, causing me to finally look away. I’m going to admit it to him, and he’s going to lose all interest.
“I…no one ever has…”
I feel like I’m admitting to a crime or something and wait for his inevitable response. But to my surprise, his grip on me tightens, and he presses his lips gently against my mouth. “Good.”
Wait, what? Did he just say that?
“I’ll be your first and last, Evie.” He moves with dominance and authority as he starts to undress me. He unties my top, and it falls, exposing my naked breasts to him. A hint of nerves spark in my chest, but when I see the look of approval on his face, they vanish.
“Your tits are better than I ever imagined,” he growls. “And no one’s seen them but me?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He grasps them with both hands, causing my breath to catch. And when he moves his hand down and unzips my jeans, reaching two fingers down beneath my panties, I nearly faint.
Even the hint of his touch is so much more powerful than Charles. The difference is so staggering as he parts my slick lips that tears begin to pool in my eyes. My vibrator has always gotten the job done but in a clinical way. Dawson’s warmth, the way he reads my body as he moves…it’s life.
It’s the coming together of two souls. And as he adjusts his pressure, his speed, his angle, keeping his eyes intent on my face, I feel more naked than I’ve ever been. And I’m not even fully out of my clothes.
Add on to the fact that I haven’t come in several days, and within seconds, I feel a major orgasm approaching.
No. It’s a revelation.
“I’m…coming…” I somehow manage to whisper as every muscle in my body goes tense—so tense that my legs give out from under me. But Dawson holds me, keeping me from falling.
He makes me feel safe as I quiver. Precious as I moan. Treasured as I grab his strong arms and hang on for dear life.
I can’t even imagine the faces I’m making right now. But I don’t care. I don’t because I know he doesn’t. “That’s a good girl,” he whispers, injecting another dose of bliss into my body. He delights in pleasuring me.
My mind starts working again as I start to come down. A man is doing this to me. Areal man.
A tear falls down my cheek as the realization of what just happened fully hits me. Dawson wipes it away with his thumb, showing his tender side that I doubt most girls have seen.
“That was incredible,” I whimper.
I reach out and grip the bulge between his legs, but he shakes his head. “Take your time, baby. This one’s for you.”
