Sensory Pleasure
Part 22 - Softer the Touch
Karen H.

As he helped me get my room back in order, I noticed the way he kept shooting quick glances in my direction when he thought I wasn't looking at him. He had this twinkle in his eyes and this cute little smile kept playing across his lips, occasionally showing off his dimples.

It took all of my self restraint to control myself and not pounce on him as he moved my desk back against the wall. I started to rearrange the stuff on my desk as he picked my books up from the floor under the window (I could see him out of the side of my eye).

He leaned past me as he placed my books on the table, before he brushed his hand against my arm as he pulled his hand back.

As he leaned against the desk beside me I felt his eyes burn into me, almost making me look up at him.

But I knew that if I looked up at him, I would have lost this little battle.

I walked over to the cd player and was in the process of changing the cd when I felt his breath on the back of my neck, which caused me to shiver. In the few minutes that have passed he's managed to turn me on with a series of small gestures.

The looks, when his skin grazed mine, that smile and now this.

I mentally cursed him as I put the new cd on, at the same moment he started to trail his hands up my arms, then down my sides before he spun me around to face him.

As our eyes locked I felt him remove his hands from my waist, allowing them to rest by his sides.

How does he do that to me?

I would have said something to him but I’ve forgotten how to speak, hell it would probably just be rambling anyway.

I always loved kissing him, back in high school when we dated or now. And in that one instance as I moved my head towards his, I knew I never wanted to do anything else right then. I always had this habit of looking at his lips before kissing him. I knew I was doing it again. vJust as I knew he'd won the battle of wills as my lips met his and I found my arms had woven their way around his neck.

I needed to be closer to him but how could I really be any closer than I was already?

As my hands had found their way to his hair, still seeking more I forced my tongue into his mouth. I still got that unmistakable tingle in the pit of my stomach as his tongue brushed against mine.

I felt his hands on my own, and then he laced his fingers through mine before he brought both out hands down by our sides again.

I was falling, getting lost in him, in his kiss, that I never even noticed his hands leaving mine. But I did noticed when his lips left mine. vI opened my eyes and found that he was smiling at me, that same playful smile from before.

“So…” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“So...” I said back to him as I took a step forward, took one of his hands, while I trailed my other over his chest.

“Well, what are we gonna do now?” He asked as he wrapped his free arm around my waist, pulled me closer to him as he raised an eyebrow suggestively at me.

“Hmm…” I mused as I leaned forward and buried my face in his neck, sucking on this sensitive patch of skin I never knew he had until recently. “What could we possibly do all alone in my…” I trailed off for a second as he let go of my hand and waist, placed both of his hands on my ass and pulled me closer, letting me feel his arousal. It also caused me to groan out “dorm room” against his neck.

“Oh we should watch TV then.” Dawson said letting go of me, backing away towards my bed.

“You want to watch TV Dawson? We have a room all to ourselves and that’s what you want to do?” I asked him in disbelief.

“Yes, I won’t allow you to ravish me right now.”

”You won’t?” I inquired with a note of bewilderment creeping into my voice. He simply shook his head as he replied, “No because I think that you’ll still be too stuffed from dinner, so therefore I’m taking myself off the dessert menu.”

He grabbed the remote controls for both the TV and the cd player, turned off the cd player and turned on the TV and flopped down on the bed. “Are you planning on just standing there?”

So we’re lying on the bed, Dawson behind me, his body spooning mine as we watched TV. Actually, he watched TV, I couldn’t tell you what we were watching because in the whole five minutes we’ve been like this, I had been thinking of ways to get back at him. He turned me on and then wanted to watch TV! I was not going to leave it like that.

I loosened his arms around me and turned slightly to face him, a devious grin on my face, but he never looked down at me. Apparently he only had eyes for whatever was on the TV screen.

I blocked his view of the screen and asked “what ya doing?”

“Watching TV”. He replied as he moved his head slightly to the side so that he could see the screen.

I kissed his lips softly but he never responded, so I moved my attention to his chin, gently sucking and biting on it.

“Jo?”

“Mmhm”. I mumbled as I brought my hand down to stroke him through his jeans.

“What ya doing?”

“Well I was trying to combine what you wanted to do with ‘ravishing Dawson’.” I replied as I reached for the button on his jeans.

He placed his hand over mine, stilling it. “Jo, I really want to watch this and I can’t when your head gets in the way!”

“Oh…okay”. I told him as I took up the position I was in before.

I tried to focus on the TV but to no avail. And even if I could focus I would have been too distracted by his close proximity, the way his thumb gently stroked my wrist…God, even the way he smelt.

It’s been three minutes since my lips touched his. But now that’s 184 seconds.

I can’t do this, lay here like this with him.

So I tried a different approach. I placed my hand over his and dragged both of our hands up from my waist so that they were resting on my breasts, then I let go of his hand.

He did absolutely nothing. Sheesh do I have to do all the work?

It’s been four minutes, 245 seconds, since my lips had touched his. I want to be kissing him.

He’s moved his hand that I had placed on my breast to move my hair off of my neck. Then placed his hand back at my waist.

“Dawson…“ I begin but trailed off as I felt his breath on my neck a moment before his lips grazed my neck. “Oh…” I moaned as I moved my head forward giving him better access and he left a trail of kisses along my neck.

I brought one of my hands up to rest on the back of his neck, turning my head slightly towards him. Damn he was wearing that sexy little grin of his. I pull him closer to me and move my face closer to him, finally our lips met. That was five and a half minutes of pure torture.

As we continued to kiss I ran my fingers through his hair and he started to stroke my stomach. But I needed to feel his hands on my skin.

I brought my hand back round and interlaced my fingers in his as he nuzzled my neck. I raked his hands over my clothed body, allowing them to linger for a moment over my breasts, before I brought them slightly higher. I removed my hands from his, placing a few of his fingers on my top button.

We both sat up, my back still to Dawson. I bit my lip in anticipation as I waited for him to start undoing the buttons. He undid the top one, leaned his chin on my shoulder.

"You know Joey..." he began next to my ear, as his hands move to the next button, while mine started to undo the bottom one. "I get the feeling that you're trying to seduce me!"

"You do?" I asked him as he started to nip on my ear. "Wonder whatever it was that gave you that idea"

After I undid the last button, he lowered the shirt off my shoulders, and brushed his lips against each shoulder in turn. My patience was really beginning to wan and I brought his hands back up to cover my clothed breasts.

"I need you to..." I closed my eyes as he gently caressed my breasts. "...touch me” I finished as I leaned back against him.

And suddenly his hands left me.

"Dawson?"

"Yeah."

"Why'd you stop?" I asked him as I opened my eyes.

"The commercials are over". He said, as I felt him lay back down on the bed. "Could you move slightly to the right, I can't see?"

Okay, that was it. I turned to face him and grabbed the remote control. “Nu huh. This isn’t happening.” I told him as I pointed the remote at the TV, switching it off.

“What do you mean?” He asked with this blank look on his face.

“This!” I told gesturing towards my messed up hair and the unbuttoned shirt. “Thought you’d have a little fun while the commercials were on? Well not gonna happen that way.”

“It’s not?”

I shook my head at him as I tossed the remote onto Audrey’s bed. “This is what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna forget this little stunt you were pulling and we’re gonna have some amazing sex, during which you will make this up to me”. He thought about that for a moment before he sat up and moved slightly closer to me. “I can live with that, but are you sure you’re up to it?”

I never answer him with words; instead I threw myself on top of him, straddling him.

“Is that a yes?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I’m gonna need the clarification, Joey.” He said, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to suppress a smile. “I mean one minute you don’t want to eat me and the next you want to ravish me, what’s with that?”

I rolled my eyes at him, “I was hungry and you just weren’t what my appetite required.” I told him as I moved my hands to the top button of his shirt. “But now that I’ve had food…well it’s different now.”

“It is?”

“Okay are you ever gonna stop asking questions and just make it up to me?” I asked trying to sound impatient as I moved onto the third button of his shirt.

“Well ya know technically you still have to…” I tried to shut him up by pressing my lips against his. “…make…it…up to…me.”

I started to grind my hips against his and broke the kiss.

“Dawson, you talk too much. Just shut up!”

“Yes ma’am. Have I ever told you I love it when you’re forceful?”

“As a matter of fact...”

“Joey, shut up.” He hit back before he kissed me.

After his command there were no more spoken words for a while.

I finished unbuttoning his shirt, pushed it off of his shoulders and he lowered the straps on my bra, before he unhooked the clasp. I threw my arms around him, needed to be closer to him again, my breasts against his chest, my lips merged with his.

I’d have skipped the love making part and just kissed him all night if the deep seated hunger for him hadn’t been so strong.

His hands were now between us, he cupped my breasts and I groaned into his mouth, again I raked my fingers through his hair and started grinding my hips against his, feeling his obvious arousal.

The ache was getting stronger.

I moved off of him and trailed my hands down his chest, my hands moved slowly until they reached his pants. I quickly undo the button and the zipper on his jeans and I move down the bed yanking his jeans and boxers down.

I move back up his body, intending to trail my hands slowly as I move but instead I move quickly. I need him to touch me. I need his hands on me.

I straddle him again, placing his hands on my breasts as I lean down and kiss him. My lips dancing with his as he caresses my breasts gently, his tongue tracing the outline of my lips.

We roll over and break the kiss, Dawson moving his hands from breasts to move the hair from my face. He buries his head in my neck, suckling me as his hands roam over my breasts. He tweaks one of my nipples and I gasp as I lay one of my hands on his neck.

He moves his hands to the buttons on my jeans and painfully slow, does he start to undo them. I become even more impatient when he does the buttons back up again as he started his assault on one of my breasts with his tongue while he brings his hands up and clasps them in mine.

I grind my hips up against his and I hear him moan against my breast. I move our clasped hands down to my waist and let go of his hands, hoping that he’ll take the hint. But his hands just rest on my waist.

It’s time I started to take matters into my own hands. “Dawson? “

“Yeah.” He sys looking up at me, his hair all mussed up.

“This isn’t working.”

“It’s not?”

“No! It’s not.” I brought one of his hands up to my lips and kissed the palm of his hand. He moved off of me, but continued to lay by my side.

“Joey, what’s…?” I cut him off by placing one of my fingers to his lips.

“Shhh”.

I moved my hands down my body watching his reaction as I started to undo the buttons on my jeans, ever so slowly. Two can play his game was the intention but it never got to that point because all I wanted was to feel his skin move against mine. Feel his hands all over my body, his kisses, him inside me.

I hurriedly stripped out of my jeans and thong, throwing the offensive garments to the floor before turning to take his lips in mine, as I pulled him on top of me.

“Joey…?”

“Dawson, for tonight just let me love you.” I tell him trying to sound seductive.

He smiles and raises his eyebrow at me suggestively. “Are you propositioning me?”

“Well I’m not wearing any clothes, so what do you think?”

And still he’s just grinning at me as he moves his body on top of my own. I wrap my arms around him as I feel him about to enter me and he leans down and kisses my nose. I gently play with the hair and my eyes never waver from his as he enters me, running one of his hands down from my neck…over one of my breasts…resting it on my waist. I start to rock my hips against his, causing us both to moan as I wrap my legs around him. I move my legs even higher so that he can thrust deeper into me, almost not realising that there are gasps escaping from my lips. He slows his thrusts down a little, almost pulling all of the way out, before pushing harder and deeper into me. With my free hand I grasp a hold of the comforter and he places one of his hands over mine, clasping our fingers together.

“Dawson…” I manage to moan out, my voice sounding raspy. Dawson…“ I repeat again, as though it’s the only word I can say or will ever be able to utter ever again.

“I’m close Jo.” He manages to say before burying his head in the crook of my neck.

“I wanna…see you.” I manage to stutter out, as I tighten the grip on his hand.

He lifts his head and continues to thrust harder into me as our eyes lock again and his eyes look darker to me; even though the room is only illuminated by the candles I lit earlier. I feel the spasms start to wrack my body.

I don’t want to, I try to fight it but I close my eyes as the spasm escalates and he stops moving for a moment. I open my eyes and he’s just watching me. He starts to thrust within me a few more times before I feel the spasms start for him and the look of sheer pleasure washes over his face.

“Jo…Jo….oh” he murmurs.

He collapses on top of me, burying his head again in the crook of my neck.

This is pure heaven for me, and I never want this night to end.