Sensory Pleasure
Part 21 - Drowning
Karen H.

Her head rested on my shoulder, one of her arms thrown across my stomach, while one of my arms was behind my head, the other around her body. I lay beside her, watching her sleep (something that wasn’t totally new to me anymore) as the reality of what had happened this past weekend started to sink in.

Her nose twitched a little and a small smile played across her lips. Joey’s words from before played continuously over and over in my mind.

“It’s never just sex when it’s us Dawson…it’s never just sex.”

Those were her words whenever we broke a kiss as we removed each others clothes.

I continued to watch her sleep for a moment, wondering what she was dreaming about before I closed my eyes. I felt her stir a little again, then she mumbled “Dawson…oh“, before she made this little giggling noise and moved her body closer to mine.

My eyes shot open; could Joey have been having one of those dreams about me? No sooner had the thought crossed my mind when she said it again, this time moaning my name.

She blew in my ear before giggling, “I’ll bet that took the attention away from looking at me”.

“I think you might be right about that.” I replied as she started to nibble on my ear. “So…”

“So…”

“You knew I was awake?”

“Yep.”

“Watching you?”

“Oh yeah, I can tell when you’re watching me.” She said as she quickly moved to straddle me, one leg on either side of mine, not caring that the cover had fallen and I had a clear view of her breasts.

She placed her elbows on either side of my body, rested her chin on her hands, her face merely inches away from my own. And moving closer.

“I was awake for a little while.” Joey told me just before her lips met mine. “And I had been thinking…well I was wondering when you’d wake up…”

“Wanted to have your wicked way with me, eh?” I asked her playfully as I started to stroke her back.

She rolled her eyes at me and laughed.

“Hey I’m game if you are.”

That comment earned me another roll of her eyes.

“Sorry to disappoint you Dawson, but I was thinking more along the lines of food.”

“What, am I not what your appetite requires?”

“Hmm, let me see.” Joey thought for a moment. “Eat food, or eat Dawson. That’s a tough choice.”

“Hey I might get offended.” I told her, laying on the ‘you hurt my feelings’ face, pouting, the works.

“Yeah…right”. She replied, laughing. “I don’t believe for one second that you are offended.”

“I am.”

“Well if I’ve hurt your feelings it’s only right that I be punished.” She insisted as she laced her fingers in mine. “Give me all you’ve got, I can take it.”

I just laughed as I brought our intertwined hands closer to my face and kissed her knuckles.

“You really think I’d do that”? I enquired her as I leaned up to brush my lips against hers, sucking on her bottom lip.

“Maybe.” She replied before biting her lip.

I didn’t move, I just continued to lay underneath her, looking at her as I lightly stroked her back with my thumb.

She shrugged her shoulders and then moved her face ever so slowly towards mine. I saw her eyes move from looking at mine down the way to my lips and then she looked back into my eyes.

Still moving closer looking at my lips again.

Feeling that I’d lulled her into this false sense of security, knowing that she’d committed to the impending kiss, I made my move.

I rolled us over and trailed my hand to her waist.

The sudden change in position came as her lips met mine and caused her to scream into my mouth, while I laughed into hers as I tickled her.

She tried to stifle a giggle while she tried (unsuccessfully) to push my hand away with her free hand as I kissed her neck.

“Dawson no…don’t tickle me. Anything but that!”

I stopped kissing her neck and looked at her, my hand tickling her wavered for a second. “Anything?”

“Hmmm”. She mused as she scrunched up her nose.

I started to tickle her again, laughed as she shrieked.

She grasped my wrist and whispered, “Dawson.”

“Uhuh.”

“Within reason.”

I ran a finger over her lips, and then trailed it down her chin…her neck…then her arm, then laced our fingers together.

“So…I’m still hungry.”

“And apparently eating Dawson won’t be filling enough for you.” I told her, raising my eyebrow suggestively.

“Nope.” She said as she leaned up on one elbow and whispered in my ear. “Not on its own.” Before she kissed my cheek. “

So what are you going to cook, pasta? Oh wait; no kitchen.” I informed her as I let go of one of her hands, so I could wrap an arm around her as I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top.

She laughed at the memory, placed both of her hands on either side of my face before she kissed me, as always soft and tender.

Yep, still gives me a tingle when I kiss her.

“I was thinking take out” she told me before she kissed me again, this time for longer before she started to kiss towards my ear. She suckled on it, and then whispered “Maybe I’ll eat Dawson for dessert.”

She climbed off of me and the bed and then grabbed her bathrobe and walked towards the bathroom.

“I’ll call for it in a minute.”

“Okay.”

“What would you like?”

“Hmm, surprise me.” I told her as she entered the bathroom. I closed my eyes, suddenly tired again. Within seconds I felt myself drift off to sleep.

“Dawson...” The sound of her voice whispering my name filtered through to my dream. My nose twitched followed by her saying it again. “Dawson.”

“Hmm.” I mumbled as I felt something lightly trailing across my face. First all around my face, then over one eye, my nose, around my mouth…the other eye. “Dawson.” Across my forehead again.

“Jo?” I enquired, as I opened my eyes, feeling a little disorientated. I found Joey, kneeling by the side of the bed, her finger still lightly trailed across my face.

“Hey, you’re awake!” She exclaimed with a smile on her lips.

“Mmhm. What time is it?” I asked her before I yawned.

She quickly glanced at the clock above my head before saying, “8:02. The food will be here in a minute, I’m just gonna go get us some drinks.”

“Okay.” I replied as I stifled another yawn as she made her way to the door.

After just laying there for a moment I climbed out of her bed and put on my boxer shorts before grabbing the rest of my clothes and walking towards the bathroom.

After a quick wash and change (I had some spare clothes in the car), I started to open the bathroom door but before it was even halfway opened she called, “I’m not ready for you to come out yet”. She finished as she stuck her head between the gap in the door.

“Give me one minute.” She said as she pulled on the collar of my shirt, bringing her lips to meet mine.

Then she quickly pushed the door closed.

“What is she up to?” I mumbled as I walked over to the sink.

I picked up a bottle of shampoo, unscrewed the cork and smelt it. It smelled of vanilla, it was Joey’s shampoo.

Just as I had put the bottle back down on the counter she knocked on the door. “Dawson, come to the door, close your eyes and then open the door”.

I obeyed her instruction, getting more curious by the second.

“Now what?” I asked once the door was open.

Within seconds I felt her brush past me and then she covered my eyes with her hands. “Walk forward. “

As I walked forward I put my hand out in front of me and she giggled.

“Don’t you trust me or something?”

“Yes.” I replied putting my hand back by my side as she guided me through her room.

“We’re about to come to a chair. You might want to use your hands to help you.” She placed one of my hands on the back of the seat. “Keep your eyes closed.”

Once I was seated she took away her hands from my eyes and then I felt her sit on my lap, straddling me.

Her lips pressed against my own as I heard music start to play and she placed one of her hands on my cheek.

I heard something fall to the floor just before she started to stroke my neck. My hands rested on her ass, and she started to grind her hips against mine as her tongue entered my mouth, both of which caused me to moan.

She grinded her hips against mine again before she broke the kiss, and leaned her forehead against mine.

“Dawson?”

“Hmm…”

“You can open your eyes now.“ Joey whispered, before kissing my forehead, and standing up.

I opened my eyes as I saw her sit down at the other end of the table from me. She waited for my reaction to what she had set up as she put the remote control for the cd player on the table. I guess that’s what fell to the floor.

I looked around her room for a second, taking everything in. She had some lit candles strewn around her room; her bed had been pushed a little to the side. The desk by her bed had been pulled away from the wall so that we could eat dinner at the table. The books from her desk were lying on the floor under the window. She’d thrown a piece of fabric over the desk as a tablecloth, and had a few lit candles on the middle of the table.

“Wow, you worked fast.” I told her surprised, yet unable to stop a smile from playing across my lips.

“So you’re impressed?” She asked, as she leaned a little across the table placing her hand over mine.

“Yes.” I replied and she smiles. “Well maybe just a little, but that’s only because I’d have preferred you eat Dawson.”

She grinned back at me, raising her eyebrow. “I’m sure we can work on that later.” She laced her fingers in mine when she had finished. “But for now I’ll just eat my chicken pizza and drink my soda.”