Page 56 of The Assistant
“I need you,” I whisper, immediately fumbling with the buttons on my jeans to take them off. Dawson stops me and shakes his head.
“I want to take my time with you,” Dawson growls as he leans down and takes my breast in his mouth. I run my fingers through his hair as I moan impatiently, feeling how his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud.
Arousal pools between my legs, and I lift my hips to press them against Dawson’s already stiff cock. I need some sort of relief immediately because I can’t take this much longer.
Dawson sees what I’m doing, and he pulls away, holding my hips against the mattress to still me. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you,” he whispers before kissing his way down my body.
I watch as he slowly unbuttons my jeans, teasing me with how gently he’s taking them off. Before, he was ripping my clothes off me because of how hasty he was. Now he just wants to torture me. Maybe I should have put in some kind of rule that he’s not allowed to torment me through sex anymore.
But there’s time to talk about that later. Now, I need to feel him.
When my jeans are finally off, he grabs the waistband of my panties, and I think he’s going to take them off, but he lifts them and holds them firm against me, the friction teasing me softly as I moan.
“I’ve missed how wet you get,” Dawson whispers as he stares between my legs, slowly tracing a finger over the cotton fabric. His tongue grazes the outside of them, and I can just feel the warmth through the cloth, and it’s enough to drive me mad. My legs widen, and I reach for his head to try to push him closer.
“I want you to scream my name when I make you come,” Dawson says before slowly pulling my panties off.
I only feel the cool air from the room against my skin for a moment before his mouth crashes into me. I let out a loud, guttural moan as he presses his tongue hard against my clit and starts teasing it. I squeeze my eyes closed and lose myself in the pleasure building between my legs.
My fingers lace through his hair as I hold him firmly against me. When I look down and see him between my legs, it only makes my arousal grow, sending me closer to orgasm. Dawson senses this, and he presses harder against me, pulling my clit betweenhis lips as he sucks and gently adds just enough pressure to send me off the ledge entirely.
“Oh my god, Dawson!” I cry out as an orgasm ripples through my body, making me shake against the thin dorm room mattress. Dawson doesn’t stop until my body stills, and I’m no longer trembling from the pleasure.
When I’m done, he sits up on his knees and watches me as I try to catch my breath and find some semblance of normalcy again. I feel like everything around me is blurry now after the orgasm.
“I’ve thought about hearing you cry my name like that every night for the past month,” Dawson says before taking his shirt off and tossing it aside. I sit up and fumble with his pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down to free his cock.
Seeing how stiff it is for me already excites me, and I wrap a hand around it to feel him. He moans and closes his eyes for a moment as I pump my hand up and down. “I’ve wanted you so bad,” I whisper as I stare down at him.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have all of me,” Dawson says as he pulls my hand away and spreads my legs even wider. He positions himself between them and doesn’t waste another moment before shoving the entire length of his cock inside me.
My body trembles again as I adjust to him inside me. For a while, I thought I would never feel this again. Now I don’t know how I’m ever going to live without it.
Dawson has to pause for a moment because he’s already stiffening inside me, and he leans down to kiss me again. I grind myself on him, not able to take waiting any longer. I want to feel all of him inside me, throbbing and bursting from the pleasure of being together again.
His tongue fills my mouth as he pumps in and out of me, letting pleasure surge between my legs once again. I cry out, and he listens to the sound, kissing my neck and gently nibbling my earlobe.
“You’re all mine,” Dawson says, just like he used to when we slept together. This time, there isn’t the same possessive energy there once was. It’s true in a lot of ways. “I’m never going to let anyone touch you.”
I am his. I don’t see a world where the two of us aren’t together, and I have to accept this. Dawson is mine, and I am his.
It doesn’t take long before his cock is throbbing inside of me, and as he comes, my entire body writhes against the mattress and both of us cry out from our orgasms. Dawson looks me in the eyes and watches me in the throes of pleasure, knowing that this is the reconciliation both of us have been waiting for.
When both of us are done and every ounce of pleasure has been drained from our bodies, Dawson collapses on the bed beside me and cups my cheek in his hand to force me to look at him.
“I really do love you, Harper,” Dawson whispers, leaning in and kissing me again. I turn to face him entirely, inching closer so his warmth can wrap around me.
“I love you too,” I say with an eager grin. Saying it feels surreal, but it’s right. Like finding the missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle you were about to throw away.
He kisses me and holds me close, letting me nestle my head against his neck as I close my eyes and prepare to fall asleep in his arms for the first time in weeks.
“I’ll never put you in danger again. I’m never going to keep anything from you either,” Dawson whispers as he runs his fingers through my hair. “You and I are equals now in every way.”
I know he means it. For the first time in a long time, I fall asleep in Dawson’s arms entirely at peace. I don’t even have a nightmare when I’m with him. Everything feels like it’s falling in its perfect place.
Epilogue
Dawson
