Sensory Pleasure
Part 12 - Don't be a stranger
Karen H.

There he goes again, trying to be apologetic. It’s just so damn cute.

"Jo, I’m sorry." He says sitting on the bed.

"I’m just going to change." I reply picking up my things from his bed. "We can talk about this later."

I see him nod his head as I open the door. I step into the hallway but don’t close the door fully. Did that just happen? Wait a second, he kissed me...maybe...?

I push the door open, enter the room and close it quickly behind me. Dawson is still sitting on the bed looking in my direction.

"Maybe it would be a better idea if I slept on the couch." He says standing up.

I drop what I was carrying, take a few steps forward and push him back onto the bed. "Maybe you should." I say as I sit on Dawson’s lap, straddling him.

He has this look of complete astonishment on his face. "Jo ..."

I silence him by kissing him and forcing my tongue into his mouth, both my hands resting on his chest.

He kisses me back, running his hands lightly up and down my back. I suddenly realise that I won’t be able to stop this if I want to. And if Dawson decides that we should stop? I can’t even think about that.

His hands are now underneath my top, working their way up my back and I start to move mine downwards.

Dawson unclasps my bra and as we break the kiss he removes his hands from under my shirt. I help him remove his T-shirt and he reciprocates by helping me remove mine, along with my bra.

As I wrap my arms around his neck he lies back on the bed, feeding on the skin at my collarbone, his hands resting on the small of my back.

"Or maybe you should just stay here." I whisper as he runs one hand lightly up my back and then around the side to cup my breast. "Dawson." Is all I manage to say as he starts to run his thumb lightly over my nipple.

Once the nipple is erect he gently traces it’s peaked outline, stops what he is doing to my neck and just looks at me.

I nervously bite my lip as he rolls us over. "Hey." He says. "Come here often?"

I just glare at him and before I can say anything in return he kisses me. It’s nothing like when I kissed him earlier. It’s gentle, sweet and still has the ability to convey to me what he’s thinking. His kiss tells me that he wants to do this. That there is no need for me to be nervous.

We stop kissing and just look at each other. Then she says. "Maybe it was kinda my fault too."

Wow this is certainly a first. "Do my ears deceive me? You just admitted that you were to blame for something."

"Did I? I don’t remember saying that, I just said maybe I was."

I don’t reply but I know a way to get her to admit full responsibility. I move my hands and start to tickle her. She starts to laugh and protests. "Dawson...no. Stop...please."

"Stop what?" I say smiling at her as I continue tickling her. "I’m not doing anything."

"Dawson..." She starts moving her hands but before she can do anything I move my hands, catch hers and place them above her head.

"Nice try Jo. It’s gonna take a lot more than that to make me stop."

I just lie on top of her for a moment, both of our hands above her head. "And just what will it take for you to stop?" She asks.

"I think you know!" Is my reply as I hold both of her hands above her head with one hand, as the other travels down her arm. Then her side, resting at her waist. "It’s entirely up to you Jo."

She bites her lip again, as though she’s contemplating whether to give in before I start my assault on her stomach again. Then she catches me completely off guard.

She manages to lift her head slightly and as she kisses me, she thrusts her hips against mine. Well of course I kiss her back...but only for a few moments...only until I realise that this is her way of getting out of admitting her part.

Unless...Joey thinks that this is what I meant when I said I’d stop tickling her.

Joey thrusts her hips against mine again before I break the kiss. I just look at her as I catch my breath, wow she looks beautiful. She’s a little flushed and her hair is draped over the pillow, fanning her face as though someone had taken the time to strategically place every last strand.

Ah, the lip biting again. "Jo, I’m surprised that you haven’t worn a hole in your lip yet. You’re always biting it...and that little display, well it wasn’t what I had in mind." I say as I start to tickle her again.

She takes a sharp intake of breath, "Dawson..."

I just shake my head. "Five words Joey...that’s all it takes." I tell her as I continue to tickle her.

"Dawson...I’ll scream!" She says laughing.

"No you won’t."

"Okay I give."

"Not letting up until I hear those five magical words and try to be sincere Jo!"

She tries to stifle he laughing when she talks. "I was partly to blame!"

I stop tickling her and smile. "I was looking for an ‘it wasn’t your fault Dawson’, but I suppose that will have to do!"

Then I lower my head to hers and let go of her hands. She places one of her hands on the nape of my neck as we kiss and the other grasps my hand and places it on her breast.

Once we stop kissing she moves her hands and starts to undo my trousers. Once she is finished I roll us over and then I undo hers.

We both stand up and discard the unwanted garments, and I also take off my boxers. Apparently this is one of the times that Joey isn’t wearing any underwear, I may have shown a tiny hint of surprise.

"Dawson...I told you."

"Well I certainly believe you now." I say as she steps closer to me and then I kiss her as we fall onto the bed, Joey on top.

We continue to kiss as I roll her off of me, so that I am positioned above her. Then I shift my position slightly and even though we are still kissing I hear her gasp as I enter her.

I wait a few moments before I start moving and we break the kiss. As I start to move inside her, Joey clasps one of her hands in mine, while the other is in my hair.

I just watch her as we move together, our bodies caught up in a timeless dance. Every movement a fluent motion, our hips rocking together. "Jo..." She continues to just watch me, our eyes locked. "Mmm...Dawson." She moans wrapping her legs around me.