“No, I want to.” Dawson slides his big body onto the couch next to mine. “It’s just that I’m a thirty-four-year-old virgin. I’ve never done this before.”
His confession makes me smile. I love that we're going to be each other's firsts. “I’ve never done this before either.” I take his hand like he did mine at the flower shop and kiss his wrist. “I’m a virgin too.”
“Is that right?” The uncertainty leaves his face, now replaced with playful confidence. His hand glides up my bare leg, making my body shiver. The warmth of his touch pulses through me as the wetness gathers between my legs. His hand moves higher past my knee to my thigh, hovering just below the short robe. “Is it okay to touch you here?” his hand slips under the robe, hisfingers grazing my slit. My body jerks at the sensation of his big, strong hand between my thighs.
“Yes.” I moan, throwing my head back against the couch.
“Look at me.” His thumb finds my clit, rubbing against it in slow circles like he has all the time in the world, while my body burns like fire. I do as I’m told, opening my eyes to his heated gaze. “Good girl.” His words come out in a groan as he crashes his lips onto mine in a claiming kiss filled with possession. With a low growl, he shifts his weight so his knees are on either side of mine, one hand still teasing my soaked core while the other yanks on the tie of my robe, exposing my naked body to his gaze. He breaks the kiss, his eyes traveling down my body. “Beautiful.” His hand cups my breast as his mouth claims mine once more. The sensation of one of his hands between my legs and one pumping my breast, combined with his tongue demanding entry into my mouth, is too much. I arch my back, pressing my body into his touch. But instead of finding the release I crave, his hands leave my body. “Not yet, I need to taste you first.”
He lowers himself until his knees touch the floor. His large hands grip each of my thighs, pulling them apart to make room for his broad shoulders. I should feel embarrassed by such an intimate exposure of my body, but I don’t. I feel empowered. When he doesn’t make any move other than to stare between my legs, I whisper, “Please.”
The one-word plea works like magic, causing him to grip my thighs tighter as he lowers himself to my pussy and begins licking me from hole to clit. The feeling of his tongue on me is too intense. I grab two fists full of his hair, clinging on for dearlife as he licks me over and over. His hands fall from my thighs, his wide shoulders keeping them open as far as he needs them.
My hips jerk off the couch as he inserts a finger inside of me. The thickness of his finger fills me, making me wonder how on Earth his shaft will fit. I don’t have long to dwell on that thought—my body demanding release takes over any other thought in my head.
“Don’t stop.” I grind my hips into his face, pleasure creeping up fast until my body tightens and I call out his name. “Dawson.” He licks me through my orgasm. Finally stopping when the last pulse runs through me. “That was amazing.” I sigh, my body feeling like a limp noodle.
Dawson lifts his head from between my thighs, “That was just the appetizer. It’s time for the main course.” In one swift move, he stands, picking me up in his arms bridal style. “Bedroom.” His one word comes out in a grunt, almost like he’s hanging by a thread in his desire for me, which I can feel poking me through his pants as he walks towards the hall.
“Second door on the left.” I manage to say.
He walks through the open door and gently places me on the bed. He steps back, removing his clothes, his eyes never leaving mine. Once he's undressed, it’s my turn to stare. “You have such a beautiful body, Dawson.”
With a smile, he joins me on the bed, his body hovering over mine. “Not as beautiful as yours.” He lowers his mouth to my chest, taking his time to lick each nipple into tight peaks beforesucking them into his mouth. I’ve often wondered if my breasts were too big—a potential turn-off for some guys, but the way Dawson is devouring them, he’s not one of those guys.
“Are you ready for me?” He pops a nipple out of his mouth and leans over to kiss my lips.
“Yes.” I kiss him back, opening my mouth to the touch of his tongue on my lips.
He lines his cock up at my entrance, his hips slowly pushing forward as each inch of him invades my virgin body until he’s fully seated inside of me. “Are you doing okay?” He pauses, his eyes filled with concern.
“It feels amazing.” I cup his cheek with my hand. “Please keep going.”
He turns his head and places a kiss on my palm, the gesture oddly more intimate than anything else we’ve already done. I push those thoughts aside and raise my hips, letting him know without words I’m ready to continue.
Pleasure surges through me as he pulls his hips back until he’s nearly all the way out, then thrusts forward, edging me closer to the limit each time. “You feel so good, Esme.”
“So do you.” My hips follow his retreating hips, only to be rewarded as he thrusts deep inside of me. The pace he’s set is neither fast nor slow—it’s the perfect combination of both. But it only lasts for a few minutes as our bodies demand more.
Dawson speeds up, his hips pounding into mine at a relentless pace, and I love the feeling of him losing control. “Fuck, Esme. Where do you want me to come? We never talked about birth control, and I’m inside you bare.”
The thought of Dawson coming all over my tits has my pussy clenching with need. Maybe next time. Right now, I want to feel his hot seed inside of me. “In me. Come inside of me. I want to feel you. I’m on birth control.”
He reaches his hand between us, his fingers locating my clit and rubbing it quickly and hard until my body tenses and I climax around his cock. “Yes.” He groans as his body trembles, filling me with his seed. “That was amazing.” He pulls out of me, rolling onto his back and taking me with him so I’m tucked against his side.
After everything we did tonight, having him hold me like this feels overwhelming. I need to create some space between us. We’re not a couple—this isn’t a romantic relationship—it’s just sex.
I want to lie here wrapped in his arms for the rest of the night, but that’s not how our relationship works. So, instead of snuggling into his arms, I set the tone for our friends-with-benefits agreement. “It’s getting late. You should probably go. We both have to work in the morning.” Pulling the blanket up to my chin, I roll over, facing away from him.
Without a word, he slips out of bed. I hear him moving around my bedroom, which I can only assume is to find his clothesand get dressed. It isn’t until I hear the sound of my front door closing that I let the tears fall, soaking my pillow.
How did I ever think my heart wouldn’t get involved?
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Dawson
“Dawson, watch out!” Myforeman, Jake, yells.
