Part 24 (1/2)

Chapter 11.

”Okay. Stop talking about the s.e.x, and get to the part where you left,” Dawson interrupted.

”I am getting to that part,” I replied, but didn't want to get to any more parts. I wanted to have an o.r.g.a.s.m.

”No. you're not. You are going to stop any second now and tell me that you need for me to take care of you.”

s.h.i.+t...

”I kind of like that idea better than talking,” I admitted, trying to be s.e.xy. I wondered if I could take control. Could I lead him rather than him always leading me? I would have never tried it with Drew. I knew from the bottom of my heart that Dawson would never hurt me, physically or emotionally. Not intentionally anyway. I decided to try. Hey, I was already miles away from my comfort zone any way, might as well add another milestone.

I straddled him leaning against the headboard, and his hands went to my hips, grasping the satin material in his hands. Okay. Maybe I should have thought about it for a few days before I acted on it. I didn't know what to do next, and I felt self-conscious, and ashamed of myself for some reason.

Dawson sensed it. I swear that man could read my thoughts.

”You can start by kissing me,” he smiled as if he knew what I was struggling with.

I did kiss him, and his hands ran up my back and sides, lifting the material as they traveled. I moaned in his mouth and ground into him. He rolled me over, and I was glad. I wasn't ready to take the lead. I had wanted to give him a b.l.o.w.j.o.b for months now, but he wouldn't ask for it or better yet demand it. That's what I needed him to do, but he would never do that. That, I was sure of, although I had a feeling that he would enjoy it. I was somewhat of an expert at it. I knew that it wasn't going to be that night. I couldn't work up the nerve to do it.

Dawson towered over me, kissing and whispering how beautiful I was, how much he loved me, and how much he loved making love to me. I loved him too, but at that given moment I just needed a fire put out.

”Tell me what you need, Ry,” Dawson's warm words spilled out just below my ear.

I didn't know how to respond. I knew he wasn't saying it like Drew had when he would make me tell him to f.u.c.k my p.u.s.s.y or tell him that I wanted him in my mouth, or sick s.h.i.+t like that. It was more attentive toward me, but I still didn't know what I wanted. Well, I knew what I wanted I just knew that I couldn't say it out loud.

”Touch me.”

What? Where the h.e.l.l did that come from?

Dawson slid his hand down my body and across the silk of my panties. I moaned and thrust my hips into him. I knew I was wet, and he could feel it through the cloth, but I didn't care. I wanted to take them off anyway.

He moved his fingers around the elastic on my right leg and I felt faint. Holy mother of Pearl, did he feel good. He slid me out of my panties and continued his task. I finally worked up the nerve to release him from his own constricting jeans, and moved my hands to between us. I didn't let the contact of our lips break. I needed that distraction.

I worked my hand up and down him while his continued pleasing me, beneath him. It was a small step, but I felt proud. I wished I could get enough nerve to tell him to do that thing that he did so well with his tongue and mouth, but I would surely die of embarra.s.sment.

”What are you thinking right this second?” he whispered to my lips.

”I don't know, Dawson,” I panted with a heavy breath.

”Yes. You do. Tell me what you need, Ry?”

”I can't. I just need for you to do it.”

”I can't read your mind.”

”I beg to differ. You're always reading my mind.”

”And I think I know what you want, but you have to tell me. I want you to be open with me, and I want to give you your every desire.”

We kissed some more, and I was hoping he was done with that request.

”Tell me, Riley.”

”I want you to go down on me.”

There. I said it.

I meant to say that he was already doing everything right, but for some reason those words just fell right out of my mouth.

”That's my girl,” he smiled with one more kiss as he made his way ever so torturing down my body.

We both moaned at precisely the same time. Drew could have never made me feel like that. The o.r.g.a.s.ms weren't even the same. o.r.g.a.s.ms with Drew were just that, an o.r.g.a.s.m. With Dawson they were a mixture of emotions, love, sensations, feelings, senses and affection, all tangled up in one.

As soon as I felt Dawson sensually slide his finger into me, I let go, clinching the sheet and arching my back from the release.

Dawson made his way back to my lips and then moved to my side.

Um...What are you doing?

I was puzzled briefly as he pulled me close and whispered that he loved me.

”I love you too, but don't you have something to finish?” I bluntly asked. We hadn't had s.e.x yet.

”You did finish. I'm sure of it,” he smiled.

”You didn't.”

”I don't need to. This wasn't about me.”

”Bulls.h.i.+t, Dawson. You have a hard on.”

Dawson laughed at my boldness. ”I wasn't planning on taking care of me. I want you to know that I will always take care of you without asking for something in return.”

”Okay. That's just great,” I said, feeling my anger evolving.

”What. Ry?”

”You. You're not a G.o.d d.a.m.n shrink. Stop trying to fix me. That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard of.

Why couldn't you have just made love to me? Why do you have to go and investigate everything?”

”You're mad because I am trying to show you that I am here for you?”

I blew out a puff of air and dropped back to the bed. It was over. I didn't want to have s.e.x anymore anyway, and if he brought up one thing about finis.h.i.+ng my story, I swore, I would punch him.

He didn't. He never said another word. He snuggled next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. I presumed he didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to say. I just knew that I was tired of the constant Dr. Phil att.i.tude. It was driving me crazy.