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I nodded. “Yes, that’s right. Tell me you don’t feel it too. But if you didn’t, I don’t think you’d be here right now.”

She looked like a scared child, staring up at me with her big round green eyes. She swallowed down a hard lump and parted her lips, leaving me waiting with bated breath.

16

Isabella

For the first time in my life, I felt utterly speechless. Anything I could have said to Dawson in that moment would surely ruin everything for me in one way or another. With men in the past, I wouldn’t have thought twice about making promises I had no intention of keeping. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do that with him.

There was too much I was unsure of and confused about. Not knowing what else to do, I slowly closed my eyes and let his lips cover mine. I had to hope that talking with our bodies would be enough for him.

I was deathly curious to know just what he meant by giving me what I wanted, but not in thewayI wanted. What could he possibly show me with sex that I hadn’t done before? Did he know who he was dealing with? I was no virgin, that was for sure. I decided to dip my toes in the water and call his bluff. He had surprised me once in bed. I wanted to see if he could do it again.

It started out tender, but our hands soon turned to frantically pulling at each other’s clothes.

“Don’t underestimate me, Izzy,” he exhaled, grazing my neck with his hot breath.

“I could say the same for you to me,” I replied.

I tightened the grip I had on the bulge in his pants, feeling him grow harder in my hand. I let go just long enough to undo his belt and unzip his pants, letting them fall to the floor around his feet. His glorious erection sprang out in front of me at full attention. I wrapped my hand around the base and started to massage back and forth—a promise of what was to come.

But just as he had warned me before, he was the one who liked to be in control in the bedroom. He grabbed both of my wrists and lifted my arms above my head before sliding my dress up and letting it slip from his fingers down to the floor.

“Stay just like that,” he ordered, dropping down to his knees in front of me.

He kissed my stomach and the curves of my hips while slowly sliding my panties down and then around my feet, one at a time. His hands trailed around my thighs, massaging into the most sensitive places between them. His mouth hovered over my folds, teasing me with his breath.

One dart of his tongue made me dripping wet and so ready for more. My legs started to shake as he sucked me into his mouth, licking me in between the push and pull of his lips. He stopped only long enough to pull off his t-shirt, messing up his hair in a way that was adorable and sexy. I felt so tender towards him suddenly. Like he was a precious thing I wanted to protect.

I spread my legs wider for him, relishing in each and every sensation he sent washing over me. I gasped and shaked even harder as his fingers slid inside of me, building up a dam of pleasure that was sure to burst at any moment.

But just before I could let go, he pulled back and stood to his feet. He pressed his forehead to mine and interlaced our fingers together, drawing my hands back down to my sides.

“I know you were close,” he admitted. “I promise I’m going to let you cum. But I want to be inside of you when you do.”

He leaned in to kiss me, and I could taste myself on his lips. When he pulled back again, our eyes met with an intensity that made it hard to breathe or think about anything beyond what was right in front of me in that moment. The feelings weighing on my heart, reflected in his eyes, were terrifying to me. But that wasn’t enough to make me want to stop.

He led me over to the ladder leading up to his bed. Only then did I realize I was wearing nothing but my bra and heels. He seemed to be admiring the view, but I had to take my stilettos off to make it up the ladder. He followed behind me, and we both went crashing down to his bed the second we reached the top.

We were tangled up in each other, kissing fervently. Our bodies writhed and rocked against each other. Our breaths were heavy and impatient, but still it seemed to go on forever. For everything to come after that kiss, and how ready we both were for it, neither of us seemed to want our passionate makeout session to end. It felt like we were losing ourselves completely in each other’s lips and tongues, in each other’s bodies.

But there was only so much I could stand before I had to have him right then and there. No more waiting. I put my hands on his hips and pulled them towards me with a whimper. “Now, Dawson. Please. Fuck me.”

“Shhhh,” he whispered, grazing his lips across mine. “Notfucking. This is something else entirely, sweetheart. Let me take my time with you.”

While the burning need inside of me was rapidly turning to frustration, the quiet sternness of his voice lulled me into submission. Whatever he had in store for me, I was longing to soak it up in whatever way he wanted.

He explored every inch of my body with his lips and swirling fingers. I started to realize there was a level of anticipation and arousal that I had never fully reached before in my rushed, meaningless, drunken one night stands and flings. Not only was he making love to every single part of my body, but something about the fact that it washim,Dawson, only made it better. I felt so present and aware—all senses heightened and on full alert, just for him.

Finally, he wrapped his hands around my hips to keep me still and settled in between my thighs. With one long, slow thrust—he slid inside of me.

My head thrashed back with a moan that was a million miles away as far as I was concerned. The only thing that I was fully aware of was the feeling of him filling me up, thrusting hard and deep. He moved over me in a slow and steady rhythm, stroking my hair from my face and showering me with kisses. His tongue darted into my mouth, rolling to match the rhythm of his thrusts. The pleasure rippled through me as his sweaty body glided over mine, our cries growing louder.

Everything else outside of that bed seemed to disappear. I went into a sort of trance, relishing in every touch and sound and taste. His hands slid across my skin, massaging into me as he kissed me deeply. We seemed to be sharing one single breath, passing it back and forth, as the orgasms ripped through us both. We melted together and rode the wave of the feeling, rising and falling together with perfect timing. We were connected. We were one. The magical result of making love that I had always heard about, but never once experienced firsthand.

That was the easy part. I had shut off every other part of my brain and just let it happen, like a big wave taking me under whether I wanted it to or not. I saw no point in fighting it. But the moments that came after, as our pleasure slowly faded,thosewere the scariest of all.

I was clinging to my resistance for dear life as I shot up out of the bed and wrapped up in a robe to climb down the ladder.

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