“Jesus, babe.” His hands trace the curve of my waist, come to rest on my hips. “I don’t know whether to rip that thing off you as fast as I can, or leave it on so I can stare at you.”
I laugh. “That’s exactly what Luisa said your reaction would be when she helped me tie it.”
“Smart woman.”
“You really like it?”
His hands run up the backs of my thighs, cup my backside. Fire heats my core at his touch. “God…damn, Grey. Like it? You’re so f**king gloriously gorgeous that I literally cannot stand it. I’m having to remind myself to keep breathing, because you take my breath away.” He kisses the side of my neck, my shoulder, the slope of my breast. “Jesus. I don’t even have words. You deserve an epic poem or something. A paean. Or no, that’s not right. I don’t f**king know…you’re my goddess, Grey Amundsen, and I’m going to worship you.”
“Do you want to know what part three is?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Not yet, I’m still appreciating part two.” He’s touching me all over, praising me with his hands.
Dawson touches every inch of me from head to toe, and then starts over again with his mouth, paying homage with hot, wet kisses.
I’ve never in my life felt so powerful, wanted, so loved. When he’s kissed me to his satisfaction, he’s standing behind me. He unties the knot, then oh-so-slowly loosens the cords until the corset is ready to be drawn off. He does, and I’m wearing nothing but the flesh-tan briefs with the tiny bow at the top, and those are off next. I’m in his hands now, under his mercy. He’s still fully clothed, but I’ll take care of that at some point.
First, I let him do whatever he wants.
Which involves him kneeling in front of me, spreading my stance with gentle nudges of his hands, and pressing delicate kisses to the inside of my thighs and upward, and licking and suckling me into a moaning climax. When I’ve come down from the shuddering high, I draw him to his feet and peel his shirt off, caress his stomach and chest and shoulders, kissing him all over as he did me, then helping him to shed his pants and underwear.
When we’re both naked, I climb onto the bed, reach into the drawer of my nightstand, and bring out the bottle of lubricant. Dawson’s eyes fix on it, then shift to mine.
“Part three,” I say.
He moves onto the bed with me and picks up the lube, staring at it. His expression is hesitant and hopeful. “What’s part three?”
I climb onto his lap, rubbing my damp folds against him, and whisper in his ear. “I want you to f**k me in the ass.”
He takes a deep breath, resting his head on my shoulder. “Grey, baby. Don’t say that just because you think that’s what I want—”
“It’s what I want,” I tell him, grinding against him, ready for more of him, needing more of him. “I said it that way for you, because you like it when I talk that way, but…I want you to do that. When you put your finger inside me like that, it feels good, and I want more.”
He’s caressing me, his palms skating in a circle over my shoulders and down my back, to my hips, my thighs. “You’re sure?”
“Completely. I trust you, and I want you.”
“Then I’ll have to make you come again.”
“Well, damn,” I say, smiling into his mouth.
He laughs, and then we’re lost in a kiss. Dawson reaches up and pulls a pin from my hair, freeing some of it, and then another pin, and another, and then all my hair is down around my shoulders in a cascading golden wave. He leans forward and lays me down on my back, not breaking the kiss, and his hand finds my cleft, caresses me, delves into my core and swirls around my clit. His kiss moves from my mouth to my nipple, and then he’s lower down again, and two fingers are inside my folds and the middle finger of his other hand is seeking my tight entrance. He’s slower to bring me to climax, this time, and his finger is sliding in and out of me. I’m gasping and bucking, needing a release that he won’t let me find. He brings me to the edge and then slows down, and I’m mad with need.
I’m bereft when his finger leaves, and then I feel something wet and cool smeared onto me, and then again. And then again, and he’s pushing in with his finger, pushing in and pulling out, and then I feel a sense of being stretched, and I realize he’s added two fingers, and oh…god…it’s too intense for words, and I’m wondering how I’ll ever survive the rest of him, but it’s so intense, so good, so amazing, and I can’t even form words.
I let my knees fall aside and silently encourage him, and then his fingers leave me and he’s pushing at one hip. I know what that means, what he wants. I roll over onto my stomach, and he gently lifts my hips, snags a pillow and tucks it beneath me, and then applies more lubricant and I hear a condom wrapper; I turn my head over my shoulder to watch, and I’m turned on even more by the sight of his hand around his thick shaft.
Oh. Oh, god.
He’s touching the tip of his c**k to my ass, and even in the throes of nervous excitement I’m absurdly proud of myself for using those words in my thoughts. He’s using his other hand, the one he touched my folds with, to bring me to climax, bent over me and reaching between my legs to fondle me, finding my clit with his fingers and rubbing it until I’m rocking on my hands and knees into his touch, and he uses that motion, pressing the head of his erection to my rear, and then I feel stretched and too too too full, so full, and it hurts a little, but he’s waiting, holding still, and I slowly grow accustomed to it.
And then he moves, just a little. “Dawson, oh, god, Dawson…”
“Okay, baby?” He asks the question with concern rife in his voice.
I can only nod and shift my hips a little. His fingers are inside me again, three fingers sliding into my pu**y, as Dawson calls it—and I’m at climax and coming apart, and then he slides in a little further and I’m moaning loudly, biting the pillow and groaning low in my throat, a noise so feral I can’t believe it’s coming from me. It makes Dawson wild, that animal growl, and he slowly buries himself the rest of the way. For some reason, the feel of his body coming to rest against my ass, knowing he’s buried deep in that place, is erotic beyond all my wildest dreams. He’s had me from behind, course, but this is different.
I can’t believe he’s got all of his massive erection inside me without it hurting. There’s an edge of pain, but not enough to even shadow the sunburst ecstasy.