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“Not too tight?” he asked with concerned eyes.
I shook my head. I could pull my knee up close to my hip, but no higher.
Believe it or not, I’d never indulged in this type of play before. And yeah, I know, what the hell? And I called myself a rockstar?
I mean, I’d had threesomes, foursomes, and enjoyed an occasional orgy. But this kind of thing required trust, and no stranger would ever tie me down this way.
I was vulnerable like I never was, and the rush of emotions couldn’t be contained any longer.
“Only you,” I repeated.
Only him.
My heart and mind and body were all on the same page.
The only thing I needed was Dawson.
CHAPTER 35
IAIN
Dawson finally slid back onto the bed, taking his time running his hands up my calves, over my thighs, and, finally, cupping my ass cheeks again.
Then he was all over me, covering me with his body, rubbing his cock over my ass, and pulling my hair aside to nuzzle my neck.
He kissed his way up my jaw and then took my lips in a teasing kiss that was delicious and yet not enough. I couldn’t kiss him deeply at this angle, and my frustrated moan made him smile.
Next thing I knew, his slick finger was circling my hole, teasing the rim and then pushing inside. I pulled my left knee up as high as the binding would allow me, and his knee followed suit.
“Slow and easy, just you and me,” Dawson moaned as he slowly finger-fucked me.
“More, please. Please,” I begged. “Fuck me. I don’t need much prep.”
He withdrew his finger and pushed his cockhead into my hole. Thank fuck for the rimming and the lube because Dawson was a big fucking man, and his cock was no exception. I felt likehe was splitting me in two, the pain and pleasure so intense that I shuddered with every movement of his hips.
“Baby, that’s so fucking good,” I gasped. “I need you. All of you.”
Inch by inch, slow but steady, he pushed inside me. I was so full, and when his balls hit my ass, I groaned out loud. With Dawson’s weight on me, and his bare dick in my ass, this was it; I was done. I could die happy right here and now.
“You’re mine, sweetheart,” Dawson gasped. “All fucking mine.”
“Dawson.”
His hands slid along my arms and over my hands, interlocking tightly.
Raising our left hands, he brought mine up to his mouth and pressed languid kisses on my callused palm. Playing as much as I did, my hands weren’t as sensitive as they used to be. But when he kissed me like that, so unexpectedly sweet, a shiver rolled through my entire body. The gesture was sexy, intimate, and words I never imagined saying, never mind feeling, longed to be let out.
My eyes welled up, and I tried to blink the tears away.
But I didn’t succeed.
Sweat slid down over my face, mixing with the tears that slipped out of the corners of my eyes. I felt the rapid tempo of his heartbeat against my shoulder blade.
“You’re not alone, sweetheart; I’m right here with you,” Dawson murmured.
He was warm and real and all mine in return.
“Don’t stop, baby,” I pleaded.
