Sensory Pleasure
Part 13 - Died and gone to heaven
Karen H.

I wake during the night and for some strange reason find it hard to get back to sleep. Even though I’m here like this...wrapped in his arms. Dawson is lying on his side, while I have my back to him. I manage to turn and raise my head slightly, to see what the time is.

I’ve hardly even been asleep. We arrived here at 1:30am, and it’s now only 3:02am. I contemplate getting up and going to get something to drink. Or going to watch some TV or something. But doing that would mean having to remove myself from his arms. Doing that would also require waking Dawson up. But right now, I’m content just to exist like this.

So I settle for doing what I have done many times before...I just watch him sleep. Watch him breathe, his room illuminated a little by the moon. It’s strange how I’ve often done this. But only now it feels different.

Now...we both lie naked. Now he has his arms wrapped around my waist.

He stirs in his sleep, pulls me closer to him a little and then he smiles. "How long were you just planning on lying there watching me for?" He says, his eyes still closed.

"Just until I got back to sleep." I reply. "How did you know that I was awake?"

"I felt you move." Dawson tells me as he starts to lay butterfly kisses from my shoulder to my neck.

"What time is it?"

"Well it was three-o-two a few minutes ago." I tell him, shifting my position slightly.

He opens his eyes and groans my name. "Joey..." My thigh just grazed his penis when I moved to lie on my back.

I manage to stifle a giggle. "Dawson, I think that the rest of you is waking up too."

"Well what do you expect when I wake up to find this beautiful goddess in bed beside me!" He says to me as he moves one hand and starts to trace invisible patterns on my naval. "And did I mention that she wasn’t wearing anything too. A big bonus if you ask me."

I turn my whole body so that we are lying face to face, his hand now resting on my back. "Dawson, didn’t anyone ever tell you that flattery doesn’t always get you where you want to go?"

"Are you really sure about that Jo!?" Dawson asks as his hands starts to wander south, towards my butt.

"Well you see Dawson." I place one hand on his waist while tracing his jaw-line with the other. "That all depends."

He lean in and kiss me quickly before adding. "On what?"

Before I answer, I kiss him, this time it’s soft and lingering and I also squeeze his ass.

Once we stop kissing I run my hands up his back and then rest them on his ass again. "On who it is that’s trying to get somewhere."

As we continue to kiss, Dawson lightly runs one of his hands up and down my thigh, as I pull him on top of me. I feel his tongue press against my lips, so I part them. Reveling in the tremor that goes down my spine as his tongue brushes against mine.

Is this all really happening? Could this all just be a vivid dream?

As we break the kiss we just look at each other and smile. Then he leans down and lays light kisses on either side of my mouth. On my chin. Then from the pulse point on my neck along my shoulder and back again.

Dawson shifts his weight and leans one of his arms on the bed so that our upper bodies are no longer flesh to flesh and starts to kiss his way down to the valley between my breasts.

I gasp as I feel him encompass one of my nipples with his mouth "Oh Dawson." I moan arching my back slightly. The hand that was running up and down my thigh is now on my other breast, teasing the now taut nipple.

"Dawson..." I manage to stammer out but he doesn’t stop his ministrations on my breasts. I place one hand on the nape of his neck. "Dawson...stop."

He lifts his head up and looks at me. I see a hint of confusion in his eyes, maybe even a little fear.

His hand is still cupping my breast. "Jo...did I do something wrong?...are you okay? You don’t want to! I’m..."

I silence him by putting one finger to his lips. "Don’t get all ‘Dawson’ on me, Dawson...From where I am, you haven’t done anything wrong, yes I’m okay, there’s no need to apologise and Dawson?"

I take my finger away from his lips so that he can speak. "Yes?" I move my leg slightly and my thigh grazes his erection. He closes his eyes and moans, "Joey..."

I prop myself up on my elbows and whisper in his ear, "Yes I want to!" Then I kiss him as I lie back against the bed, Dawson moving with me.

"Why did you tell me to stop then?" He asks when we stop kissing.

"The truth?" He nods his head. "Because I wanted this." I say bringing my lips to meet his again.

Dawson moves the hand that was cupping my breast up to my face, stroking my cheek as I part my legs slightly.

As Dawson starts to enter me, I raise my hips off of the bed slightly, putting my hands on his hips pulling him into me. Once he’s fully inside me we stop kissing and as I adjust to him being inside me he suckles on my neck.

"Are you okay?" He asks brushing a strand of hair away from my eyes.

He starts to thrust within me. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I reply as I let go of his hips, bringing my hands up to rest on his shoulders and wrapping one leg around his.

He starts to speed up his thrusts and I dig a few fingers into the back of his shoulder, the other hand clutching to the bed sheet.

Every so often I pull my hips away from his as he continues to quicken his pace, my back arching off the bed. "Dawson...Dawson..." I call out...not quite shouting, yet thankful to know that anything said in the throes of passion in this house are confined to the room it happens in.

"Oh Joey..." He calls to me as one of his hands cups my breast again. I let go of the bed sheet and grab the hand that is cupping my breast, clasping my fingers in his. I pull him down to me with the other hand, so that he is lying directly on top of me. I want him to feel, in all ways possible the tremor that will soon wrack my body.

"Jo...?" He asks questioningly as I start to dig my fingers into his shoulder again.

"Soon Dawson...soon." I say kissing him lightly on the cheek as he thrusts deeper and harder into me. "Oh...Dawson...oh..." I scream when I feel him push into me as hard as he can, our clasped hands now above our heads.

As I dig my fingers further into his shoulder I hear him gasp and then shout "Joey...Jo..." As he buries his head in the crock of my neck. It’s the first time that I’ve become aware of the fact that I might be hurting him.

"You...Okay...Dawson." I manage to stammer out.

He grunts something into my neck and then lifts his head to kiss my nose. "I’m good."

He sounds more composed that I do. And for an instant, I picture the look on his face as I stroked his thigh in Civilization the other night.

My body starts to tremble and I move my hand from Dawson’s shoulder to his ass. Pulling him against me as I thrust my hips against his a few more times before letting go. "Dawson...oh"

He starts to climax at the same time as me. "Oh...Joey..."

"Oh...yeah...Dawson."

Then he collapses completely on top of my body, our hands still clasped above our heads.

We stay that way for a while, as we come down together. With me lightly rubbing the nail marks that I can feel on his shoulder. "Dawson?" I ask breathlessly.

"What?" He whispers in my ear, causing me to shiver.

"I’m sorry...well...did I hurt you?"

He lifts his head and looks at me with a puzzled look on his face. "When?"

"Your shoulder?"

"Oh that...no." He says as he starts to suckle on my neck for a moment, before he withdraws himself. He then rolls off of me and puts his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him. "So do you think that you’ll get to sleep now?"

"Maybe."

He moves one of his hands from my waist and cups my breast. "Well if you need any help with tiring yourself out..."

I playfully swat his hand. "Dawson Leery...I’m shocked."

He flicks his thumb over the nipple a few times and I bite my lip. "Just offering my...ah services." I turn my head slightly to see him grinning at me. "Oh I’ll keep that in mind." I say before he lays his lips on mine, giving me a sweet kiss as he moves his hand back to my waist.