AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Every single thing about the coffee table is exactly how I’d imagined it looking – the details, wood color, even how the glass decorations are sitting on top of it. I’d be stupid to think that he did all this because of me.
“Sav, what’s going on?”
Right, this isn’t what I came here for. I’ve had most of the day to think about what I want to do, how to go about things with Dawson, and there was only one thing I could come up with until I leave town. “I don’t think our relationship will ever be the same after everything that happened between us.”
He frowns and quickly replaces it with a small smile. “I figured it was a long shot. I’m just glad that we talked everything out and understand each other a little more.” I’m not sure about him, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way he devouredme the other night – which is what brought me to his house in the first place.
“But,” I say, noting the spark in his eyes at the word. “Maybe we can do something else.”
“Maybe you could elaborate on that a bit, Sav?”
This is the part that I couldn’t stop rehearsing while I was waiting for him outside. How do you ask the guy you’re still in love with to form a friends-with-benefits type situation with him? We may not be able to do the whole relationship thing, mainly because of my own fears, but that doesn’t change how responsive I am to his touch.
I need it right now.
“I want to be friends with benefits,” I blurt out, my cheeks heating at the words. This is much more embarrassing than I had imagined it being.
“Friends with benefits?” He asks, lifting a brow high in the air. “Why is that?”
I sigh. “Come on, I’m not the only one who can feel the electricity in the room and the sexual tension hanging in the air every time we are around each other. What better way to get it all out of our system than to have a fling until I leave town?”
Dawson nods and rubs his chin in thought, an emotion in his gaze that makes me uneasy. As much as I’d love to have more with him, how can I trust that he won’t break my heart exactly like he did last time?
He ruined love for me altogether. No matter how many guys I tried making connections with, none of them ever compared to him or my heart was screaming at me to protect it. That’s all I’ve been doing – going out on a few dates with a guy, then leaving them before things can go any further.
There’s this pull to Dawson that I can’t ignore. If I’m going to see him everywhere around town, we may as well put all this need for each other to good use – just not in the way he may have been hoping. “So?”
He leans forward, his hand skating along my thigh and smirks. “I think we can do that, and now would be a great time to start.”
I inch away from him and arch a brow. “That was too easy. You’re really okay with this?”
Dawson sighs, pulling me closer to him until I’m swinging my leg over his lap and situating myself on top of him. “I’ll take you in any way that you’ll allow, Sav. Even if it means this never goes anywhere again, I’ll take it.” Before I can say anything else, he’s slamming his lips against mine hungrily and I grind myself against him. “You feel too damn good, Sav.”
How is it so easy for him to get a reaction out of me?
He sucks on my bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it and a soft moan escapes my throat. I swing my arms around his neck, the rocking of my hips only getting more aggressive as he brings his hands to the curve of my ass. Trying to keep this strictly a sexual relationship is going to be impossible when he and I both know it’s always going to be more than that.
Everything is more intense than it was seven years ago. His hands are rougher against my body, just the way I’ve learned I like it, and his lips are more punishing. The idea of him squeezing my hips hard enough to leave bruises has my pussy clenching in the best way and I throw my head back with my mouth open.
The moment Dawson’s lips press against my throat, I’m a trembling mess on his lap, rocking my hips against him eagerly as the pleasure coursing through me reaches an impossible height. He rips my shirt off my body – literally, right down the middle – and I nearly come from that action alone. His tongue circles around one nipple while pinching the other one between his fingers, and I gasp at the pain of it – which quickly turns into pleasure.
“So responsive,” he growls, his breath cool against my sensitive skin. A fire burns through my veins as he glides his hand down my body, his fingers diving beneath the waistband of my shorts, and I push myself into his hand as soon as he touches my swollen clit. My arousal coats his fingers, making them slick against me and much more satisfying. “Fuck,” he groans as he dips a thick digit into my entrance. “You feel so good squeezing my finger, I can’t imagine how you’ll feel wrapped around my cock.”
When did he start talking like this?
Don’t get me wrong, it was amazing when we were teenagers, but this? He’s more confident in himself and knows just the right things to say. I never imagined a moment could be like this. Every touch on my body from his hand has my skin pebbling with goosebumps and I sigh at the warmth emanating from them.
“More,” I moan, suddenly finding my voice.
He smirks against me, his mouth brushing against my jaw, then he stands with my legs still wrapped around him. It only takes a few moments to get upstairs before he’s depositing me on his bed and pulling my shorts down my legs swiftly. “Spread your legs, Sav.” I oblige immediately, not wanting to waste another minute without having his mouth on me.
The cool air against my slick center doesn’t last long when he brings his face to my pussy, his tongue slowly gliding against my aching clit. I jump at the contact, my breath hitching, and he digs his hands into my thighs to spread them further apart. He groans, as if the taste of me is the best he’s ever had, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
With each flick of his tongue I’m slowly losing the ability to breathe. I didn’t even think something like this was possible, but I’m being proven wrong in the best way. I bring my fingers to his head, twisting them through the strands of his hair and tugging which has his tongue moving more quickly against me.
My breaths are coming out in rapid pants and every nerve in my body is heightened to such an extraordinary measure. The closer I get to my release, the tighter his grip becomes on my thighs, and the idea of his fingers bruising me has it crashing around me.
“Fuck,” I moan loudly.
