My love, my lust

Written By: BeatrizRC
Sensory Pleasure

Author notes: fic takes place in season 5. D/J reunited in that season and for the record, Mitch didn’t die nor did Dawson and Jen date, thank you.


Part1

We’re sitting in a booth, in the so called Hell’s Kitchen, having a good time. Pacey is holding Audrey, Jen is sitting by Jack’s side, while he is holding hands with David. Joey is sitting in my lap, and we are laughing, talking, enjoying each other’s company, sharing our latest experiences of the world outside Capeside. I love this place. I love these people. More than anything, I love the person who is the owner of the hand resting casually on my thigh. I look up at Joey and smile when she laughs at something Jack says. I turn my attention to the conversation going on but it’s not much later that I feel Joey’s hand slipping in mine, urging me to stand up.

“Ok people, we gotta go” she’s saying, as I rise to my feet with no questions.

“Now?” Audrey whines, and I smile at her pouty face.

“Well, you know” Joey answers, putting my arm around her shoulders, her hand still in mine “when lust calls, it calls”.

I laugh with all my heart, and so does the rest of the table.

“Good night guys” that was Jen, and Joey waves at her. As we turn around, I lift her in my arms and twist her around just to hear her yell, sliding her down to her feet again against my body, both of her arms now around me.

“You’re so bad” I tell her, laughing. And she laughs with me.

“Just wait till we get to the dorm” she smiles suggestively at me, her arm around my waist as I reach out over her shoulder to open the door of the bar and step out to the warm night.

When we make it to the room, her panties are gone, dropped somewhere in the aisle that leads to her dorm, for someone to find them later and wonder what the hell?, and two of my fingers are already moving inside of her, her breath coming out in gasps. Joey’s legs are around my waist and we are barely able to open the damn door. I lean her body against the wall as I keep moving my fingers inside her and Joey blindly reaches her hand to the door, finally finding the knob and opening it. I walk into the room, stumbling, Joey firmly wrapped around me kicks the door closed, and I take her to the bed. I lay her on it, her back arching, her legs now opened and I’m kneeling between them, her skirt haphazardly scrunched above her waist. I keep her folds open with one hand, while two fingers from the other are bumping in and out of her.

“Come on, give it to me... give it to me, Joey” I whisper, my voice husky, my own breath coming out is gasps. I love the sensation of her cumming in my hand, seeing her juices pouring outside her wet, moistened center. Her folds are swelled by the pleasure, feeling soft and hot against my fingers. I watch as I keep thrusting her, her hips bucking against my open palm, her moans filling the room. I move faster, pulling my fingers back just to drive them into her again harder, and she finally comes crying my name and I hold my breath as I always do when that happens. She finally rests on the bed, slightly whimpering, and when her inner walls stop contracting, I slide my fingers out of her and lick them as I watch her peaceful face. Then I realize we’re still dressed, and I’m sure that’s not exactly what she had in mind for tonight when she dragged me out of the bar a few moments before. I take her skirt off and then I proceed to unbutton her pale shirt. One by one, her bottoms are undone. Her white bra is as offensive as the rest of her clothes, so I also remove it already, cupping her tempting breasts with my hands for a moment as I hover above her. All the time she’s been watching me, moving only when she had to help me get ride of her clothes, until now, when she places her hands over mines and starts moving them over her soft globes. I moan lightly, closing my eyes.

“Dawson, your clothes...” she says.

So I start to undress myself quickly: first my shirt, pulling the bottom edge of it upward, over my head, and dropping it to the floor, where it joins her clothes. Then I unzip my pants and Joey reaches out to touch me as I slide them down my hips, my underwear going along with them with a little help from Joey’s side. She seems to be a little impatient. She is lightly stroking me, and motions me toward her with a finger as soon as I’ve gotten rid of my underwear and jeans.

“Come here” she commands, her voice deep and hoarse, her tongue licking her lips. And I do. I know what she wants.

I crawl up her body till my knees are firmly planted both sides of her neck on the bed. She places her hands on my lower back and starts to play with me, kissing the tip of my penis, stroking it with long, slow caresses of her hands. I close my eyes, letting myself sink little by little into the pleasure I know she’s gonna give me. Soon my head is inside her warm mouth, her tongue circling it and her lips sucking. One of her hands is on my butt, holding me firmly in place. The strokes are now harder, and I start to feel the building of my climax. She takes my member out of her mouth and shifts a little upward on the bed, so she can take me better I guess. She trails her tongue down the line of flesh that runs over the back of my penis, joining it to my balls. And speaking of that, she is massaging them, squeezing them lightly. I feel myself about to lose it, but manage to control myself, I don’t know how, since I know how much she enjoys playing with my genitalia. Which reminds me of a time so long ago, her telling me in an impatient voice, trying to make me understand: "And you have genitalia!". I smile at the memory when I hear her speaking to me in the present time.

“You’re so beautiful, Dawson” she says, her eyes greedily roaming over my body till they reach my intimate parts again.

I know she likes to see my dick grow, to sense it going from soft to harder, the change of texture and shape as she touches it non stop. I’m thrusting into the nothing, my hips moving by reflex in the air as she plays with me, but I can’t help it. Finally, she has mercy and places my dick in her mouth once more. Feeling her warmth again surrounding me and her tongue twirling around me only makes me harder. Little by little, she takes more and more of me inside her, my hands resting on the wall, my jaw clenched and my body tense at the effort of containing myself not to push. When she finally puts her hands on my buttocks, I know she’s ready. Slowly at first, I start to thrust inside her mouth, my hands now tangled in her silky hair. Her throat is relaxed, and I let myself lose control, like I know she likes me to. Not that I can hold it anymore anyway. So my hips are bucking now, and I can hear Joey´s groans clearly. She enjoys this as much as I do, and I know it. I open my eyes and watch as my dick disappears inside her mouth, between her red, full lips. I can never get over the way I take her, or she takes me in this case. I always need to see it. So I thrust into her and pull her head slightly, my hand encouraging her actions, her hands on my buttocks, squeezing them hard. I know I’m close. I’m so painfully close. I finally seek the release shouting her name, my body shaking, and Joey holds me close, so she can take every single drop of my semen down her throat. I let her do what she pleases, and when she finally releases me, I lie by her side; my arm crossed over my face, covering my eyes, my breath still erratic. I feel her fingers twisting with mine, and I look at her under my arm and smile. She leans closer and kisses me lightly as I drag her closer to me.

I love this woman. I love her so much that nothing ever seems to be wrong between us. That’s why sex is so great and we can never have enough I guess. I mean, when you love someone, nothing that person can ask you to do can be wrong, So if Joey asks me to fuck her senseless in a public restroom cause the thought of someone walking in there at any moment and catching us turns her on, I’ll do it. Actually, it happened once. That we were caught I mean. If I feel like touching her (and you know what I mean) while we’re bored and trapped in a traffic jam, she’ll let me. It’s as "simple" as that. I love her mind, soul and body, and there aren’t enough ways for me to enjoy her at each and every level of my love for her. Sometimes in a conversation, I can listen to her for hours. Discuss with her, laugh with her, talk to her for hours. Sometimes a conventional coupling is enough, and we sleep content for the rest of the night. But sometimes, I’m overwhelmed by my feelings, by the way my body reacts to hers, and it takes a long night (or day) for her to please me. Sometimes it’s her who feels that way. Tonight is one of the latest: she will demand and I will obey. I’ll do whatever she wants me to. That is how it works. And that’s why I’m not surprised and don’t even hesitate to do what she asks me to do next.

Part2

“Dawson” she says, her hand drawing circles on my stomach, rounding my belly button closer and closer each time.

“Mmhm?” I say, my arm still crossed over my face, my fingers running up and down the arm she’s caressing me with. I feel her stiffen, getting even closer to me, and then, her husky voice in my ear:

“I want you” she whispers, before allowing the tip of her tongue to travel the inside of my ear.

I look down at her, nestled comfortably against my body, waiting for a more concrete explanation, cause I know there is more to it than that. Not leaving my eyes, she smiles and drifts apart from me. She lays flat on her stomach, spreading her legs slightly open, and throws me a look I can’t misunderstand, catching the hint immediately. I move closer and mold my body against her side, kissing her shoulder. I move my mouth to her nape as my hand goes from her shoulder all the way down her back, till it rests on her perfect butt. My leg hooks one of hers and pulls it between mines, spreading her legs apart, as I start to stroke her buttocks. Joey throws her arms up, over her head, in total surrender, and I won’t disappoint her. After massaging her butt, while I’m kissing and nipping her side right behind her raised arm, I’m probing her until now untouched opening with my finger. She sighs, burying her face in the pillow, and I rise, opening her legs and positioning myself between them, where I can have a better view of what is going on. I kneel down there and lean over her, leaving a trail of kisses from her nape to her low back, and then raining kisses all over her perfect ass, my finger never leaving her. After that, I start to stroke myself, using the pre cum to lubricate her. She calls my name as she reaches for my free hand and leads it to the front, between her legs. She’s wet and that is so much better. I leave her butt for a moment, where my finger was already making some progress and she stiffs again this time in protest.

“Just a moment honey” I say, as I slide my finger inside her and thrust it within her a few times. Her fluids come out quickly, soaking my finger and I take it back to where she wants it most. Half of it makes it easily inside her. She pumps up her butt and I start to stroke myself slowly again as my finger sinks deeper and deeper inside her, inch by inch, carefully. I take it out once more and thrust inside her core with one hand at the same time I guide my head into her backside with the other. It slides down easily, but it’s not ready for more yet. Joey’s been moaning softly all the time, but I hear her gasp when she notices my member in there and that only makes me grow more excited. Once again using her juices along with my own, this time I slide an entire finger inside her with no difficulty at all. I try to use another one. Joey is by now really aroused and bucking her hips, using her own fingers to please her. I remove them from there and hold her hands in place over her head with my free hand. I wanna drive her to the edge, and judging from what I’m hearing, I’m on the way to doing that, which is good to know, cause we’ve never done this before. She asked me to do it and I want this to be for her. To release some of her tension I let my crock slide inside her core, thrusting into her in a slow and agonizing motion. So now two of my fingers are penetrating her in her butt, and my shaft is penetrating from behind. She starts to shake and little cries of pleasure escape from her lips. I feel myself throbbing, but I’m not sure yet if I should take the next step or if I better wait.

“Oh God Dawson... don’t stop... don’t stop”

Well, that kind of solves my dilemma, so I decide it’s time to trade places. Holding her hips still with one hand, I let the other one guide my penis inside her. First the head. I hear her take an intake of breath and gasp. I hold my breath as I push inside her and move the head there, rubbing it against her flesh, and then I pull it out. Joey starts to protest, but before she really has a chance I penetrate her backside again, a little more, a little more, now holding her hips in place with my two hands. Inch by inch I take her, and once I’m totally inside her I stand still there, her tight passage surrounding me, my breath erratic and heavy. I feel my whole body in tension. Joey has balled her hands, clinging to the sheets, her face flushed, her breath laboured and coming out in short puffs. I move lightly and withdraw out of her only to thrust her again, this time quicker and a little harder. I’m not deceived by her response, not at all. I let my fingers sink into her core again, looking for the warmth between her moisten folds. She places one of her hands over mine and guides my movements there. I pull out of her and this time when I enter her I do it without hesitation and start to move. In and out, in and out, while she raises her hips to meet mine, and then lets them fall to impale herself on my fingers. This is so delicious that I can hardly breath. I can hear Joey’s groans from deep within her throat clearly. I grab one of her buttocks with my free hand and start thrusting faster, still carefully though.

“Don’t hold it Dawson!” she moans under me, her voice muffled against the pillow that she is now biting.

That’s it. Goodbye self control. I give a few fast and furious thrusts with my fingers between her thighs and she comes hard in my hand, sobbing and crying out. With both my hands free now I can hold her body easily and start to pump inside of her, faster and harder each time, as she requested. I withdraw for one second, looking for a way to put her in a better position, so my penetration can be deeper. She lets me do what I please, knowing that all I’m looking for is her own pleasure too. I take her from the waist, leaning over her, pressing her back against my body for a second and kissing her nape as I move us to the head of the bed and put her down on her knees, her hands resting on the bed board. I hold her still by the hips, opening her buttocks and thrust inside of her again. That’s it, this is THE position. I see her arms flexing with every push, a moan escaping her lips with every thrust.

“You like it?” I ask, under my breath.

“Your fingers” she demands, her head hanging forward between her arms.

I’ll take that as a yes. I wrap her waist with one arm, and use my fingers to stimulate her clit, rubbing it furiously as I keep plunging inside her and I feel my release near. I wish I could see this. Sometime we need to do this in a room full of mirrors, so I can see her face. I growl, my air coming out in rapture, while Joey is chanting a mantra of “yes yes yes...” I close my eyes, clenching my teeth and crushing my body against hers.

We cum at the same time.

After that, I release my grip on her gently and she literally falls on the bed, collapsing, and now I’m the one on my hands and knees, trying hard to breath. Finally I manage to move and let myself sink on the bed by her side, exhausted once more.

“Dawson, that...was…incredible” she says after a while, in her voice still evident the pleasure.

“YOU are incredible. Thank you” I reply, and it’s true.

We move closer to each other almost at the same time, Joey wrapping her legs around me, her arm over my chest as I suck on her throat.

“My pleasure, trust me", she says, threading her hands in my hair. "Feeling you in two places at once has been the most incredible thing ever”.

I cup her face and kiss her hungrily, her tongue entering my mouth and playing with mine. We trace each other’s lips with the tips of our tongues, biting, nipping and sucking at each other’s lips and in general just kissing lazily for a good while until we’ve recovered, my hands roaming over the skin on her back and the leg folded around my waist. Her hands tracing my sides, my chest, each of my ribs. We laugh into each other’s mouth every now and then for no reason at all, just happy to be here and exist in the universe at this precise moment of time and space. I brush some strands of sweaty hair off her face and then I sit down leaning on the bed board. I pat my thigh smiling at Joey and she loses no time to sit down there, straddling me. We intertwine our fingers, relying just on the closeness of our bodies.

Part 3

“What time are you gonna be done with that job tomorrow?” she asks after a while, her forehead leaning against mine.

“Five, maybe four, why?” I ask, playing with her fingers in my hand.

“I’d like to go to the movies”.

“What do you want to see?” I ask as I press her palm against mine. Her hand is smaller than mine, but not much smaller anyway, and her fingers are perfect. Just like all of her.

“Mmm... I don’t know” she bites her bottom lip “Something romantic probably”

“Ok, that’s fine with me. We can go and watch the latest Resse Witherspoon movie; I’ve heard it’s good”

She removes her hand from mine and slams my upper arm playfully.

“You wanna go and see that just because she’s blond and hot” and she makes a pouty face, pretending to be mad at me, crossing her arms over her chest. I laugh and place my hand on her nape, pulling her to rest her forehead against mine once again.

“Listen Joey, I’ll let you in on a little secret of mine: while I can recognize a hot blond when I see one (insert evil look here), I prefer by far a brunette (she tries to hide a smile). Preferably an intelligent (I brush my lips against hers) sexy (mmm... kissing her this time) uninhibited (my tongue enters her mouth briefly when I kiss her again, and I’m about to break the kiss when she places her hand on the back of my head and pulls me against her, not letting me go, her tongue thrusting and rubbing with mine) crazy brunette” I say as she finally lets me go and I chuckle. She plays with my nipples, tracing lazy circles around them, a pout on her face.

“Ok, I think I believe you” she says finally, and looks at me beaming under her eyelashes.

I grin as I tickle her and she laughs, trying to escape from my hands, away from my body. I stop her, and press her body against mine, laughing when she is powerless in my arms and she bites my shoulder in protest. When I relax my grip Joey pulls away smiling and she leans to kiss my forehead, one of her breasts now too close to my mouth. I kiss her nipple and then I can’t help but take it into my mouth. Joey tangles her hands in my hair and sighs, encouraging me to go for it. I push her breast fully into my mouth and start savouring it while her fingers comb my hair.

“Oh, your mother called today”

“Mmhm?” I mumble, as I have her entire breast in my mouth. “What did she want?” I ask, before taking the other one and start lapping the already hardened nipple.

“She...” and I can say she’s having some trouble speaking when I bite it gently “wanted to know... if you and Todd... are going back to... Capeside... anytime soon”.

That’s enough to make me stop. I look at her and I see her looking down at me, one of her brows raised, a funny expression on her face. She must see my very own expression too, cause she starts to laugh.

“I told you, right?” I ask her, my head leaning against the headboard now. And I’m talking about the weekend I drove Todd to Capeside to show him a "true American house". And he immediately hit it off with my mother.

“Yes, you did”

“God, it’s so sick! No, not only sick, but plain wrong”

She laughs once more.

“Oh, come on Dawson, I’m sure it was just a little innocent flirting”

“Yeah, you know? Todd and innocent in the same line just don’t go together”.

I’m not mad actually. I understand my mother can’t live devoted to my father her whole life. It’s been more than a year since he died, almost two, but... Todd of all people!

“Just don’t think about it, ok? Not right now at least” she says, as she lowers me down and straddles my face, her knees on either side of me, so I can see her intimate flesh. And what a view. Pink, moistened lips. The best of the sins.

“Touch me” she says.

So she just kneels there, putting her hair behind her ears and sliding it over one of her shoulders, expecting and anticipating my next move. I rub her skin form her knees to her butt and from there to her inner thighs, up and down a couple of times, Joey’s hands over mine. I bend my legs, so she can rest her back on them if she wants to, but she doesn’t for the moment. I start to massage her inner thighs and play with her curls, twirling and un-twirling them around my fingertip carefully, her fingers trailing up and down my arms, her eyes following the movements of my hands.

I told you, when we’re in the mood, it’s a non stop thing, an orgy for the senses, a feast.

I watch her as I play with her sensitive flesh, tracing the edge of her swollen folds, flipping my finger over her clit slightly, and then her hand is guiding mine, soft moans escaping her lips. It amazes me that I am able to give her so much pleasure, that I’m the one who can give it to her. I know some guys are not really into oral sex. I really wasn’t into it either, not before Joey. I mean, I had done it before, but it was more a duty than anything else. I didn’t really enjoy it, enjoy it, you know what I mean? But I wanted the other person to enjoy it, of course, so I did my best. Joey once commented to me as we were talking about it that the same had happened to her. She tried it once, and she actually went through it, but that’s it. She decided she didn’t really like it after all and she just refused to do it again. But this is different. Cause this is Joey. And I can never have enough of her. And I love her taste, and her smell. It’s just addictive. Now, not only do I love oral sex, it’s that I want oral sex. I need, I crave oral sex, to give her the most intimate of the caresses and kisses.

I raise my head up and dart out my tongue, licking her from bottom to top, feeling her trembling as I increase the pressure with every lick. After a few moments, she lowers her body down on me, keeping her folds apart with her fingers so I can taste her better. I place my hands on her hips, sticking my tongue out, and she rubs her flesh against it, moving her hips over my mouth, watching intensely as I see her own tongue caught between her teeth, her lips parted. I feel her flesh contracting over my mouth and it feels like a drug. I thrust my tongue inside her and then out, laying it still again, so she can rub herself against me once more. I see her close her eyes and then she opens them again to look at my mouth. I lick my lips and run my tongue over the edge of her folds, and make it to her nub of nerves on the top of them. I flick my tongue over it several times, pressing harder gradually, and when I get the response I was looking for, I go back to her folds, threading them slightly and very carefully with my teeth. She starts to swing her hips, grabbing my head by the hair and keeping it firm in place against the pillow, demanding me to please her with no words. I suck and lick and bite and leave her the freedom to move, rubbing her flesh against my lips, my teeth and my tongue. Soon she is moving against me, fucking my mouth, my hands gripping her butt. She bucks wildly, thrusting herself right up into my open, warm and eager mouth. I take all I can of her, letting my tongue and teeth do the job as I hold her tight now by the waist with one arm, the other around one of her thighs, embracing her from under the leg. Her whole body starts to shake and her moans become short and husky, her hands now fists in my hair, pushing me against her, control lost. She finally climax’s as she convulses, the heated liquid flowing inside my mouth, over my tongue. Then her body stills, my hands holding her close, my face buried between her thighs as I swallow, smelling her and rubbing my nose against her now wet curls, planting lingering kisses over her moistened thighs. She tries to move away, but I grab her firmly and don’t allow her to leave me. We’re not done yet.

“You know women can have multi orgasms, right Joey?”

Part 4

I love to make Dawson impatient. To play with him, tease him, provoke him till he can’t take it any more. And that is exactly what I plan to do tonight. As I talk to Jen, I’m also paying attention to Audrey, Jack, Pacey and Dawson, playing pool on the other side of the crowded room in what has become our fave place: "Hell’s Kitchen". He’s gracious and moderate in his movements: quiet, thoughtful, careful. All the things I don’t want him to be tonight when we’re alone. Cause there is this other side of him that the greatest part of people can’t even imagine. That even I didn’t imagine in my wildest dreams. And I had a few.

Like the other night: "you know woman can have multiple orgasms, right Joey?” I can’t help but feel a little hot and laugh softly at the memories, biting my lip. The way he did me with his fingers, before entering me and taking me to another plane of existence. Son of a bitch, I thought I was gonna die.

I see his perfect body bending over the table, concentrating on the ball, leaving me quite a sight of his butt. I smile to myself thinking that it will be in my hands soon. Literally. He fails. Jack teases him and I see him laugh. I can’t hear him though, the music is too loud. I wish I could. I love his laughter. I love it when he laughs in bed, while he’s lying by my side and he is touching me, holding me. Another of the things I love about him is the way my name sounds when he says it. I had never realized it could sound so different depending on the mood of the person that was saying it, the moment. He can totally arouse me when his voice is deep, and husky. Sometimes my name falls from his lips as a whisper, soft and tender. Sometimes he shoots it at me, demanding, forceful. Sometimes it’s almost as if he would sing it, full of love and warmth. I have never loved my name as much as I have since the moment he said it during our first moment of pure bliss and ecstasy. It was no more than a moan in my ear, surrounded by a hot puff of air, and enough to make me shiver in the middle of my infatuation.

I turn my head to Jen, who is talking to me, as an idea starts to form in my mind and I try to contain my mischievous smile. He’s so gonna pay for what he did to me the other night. A few minutes later, they are coming back to our table.

"I’m number one" Audrey says, her arms raised high and jumping lightly as she approaches the table, Pacey right behind her heels.

"Ok, ok, you won, but there’s no need to be rubbing it in our faces the whole night as I know you will!" Pacey complains right before pulling her into a playful embrace and kissing her. Dawson gets closer to me, placing his arm around my waist as everyone else takes their seats around the table, where Jen and I have stayed while they played. I rest my head on his shoulder and look up to smile at him. He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. I want another coke so I ask the rest of them if they want another drink, as I grab his hand to take him with me to the bar. Jack orders me another beer and we leave. Dawson puts his arms around me from behind as we cross the room, leaving a path of wet open mouth kisses on my neck all the way to the bar and I giggle as I tilt my head, lacing my fingers with his.

"Emma!" I call to my workmate, leaning on Dawson’s chest as he keeps me wrapped in his embrace "Could you please bring a beer for Jack and a coke for me over to our table?" I ask, as I pull Dawson’s arms around me even tighter. When Emma nods yes and turns around, I drag him to the back room making sure no one notices. As soon as we’re there, I attack him: my hands, my lips, are everywhere, my body pinning him against the door.

"Ummm... I like your idea of getting the drinks" he says, laughing. He sucks lightly on my bottom lip and then moves to my neck, his hands resting on my waist, soon joining in my game.

"Well, it’s all your fault" I say, faking a complaint, one of my hands on his shoulder, the other one in his hair. He looks up at me with open wide eyes, pretending to be upset.

"Me? I just made it to the table!"

"Excuses, excuses" I say, as my hands go now to cup his ass and I squeeze it roughly "Playing pool like that should be prohibited by law. It’s just too sexy" I say as he smiles and I take his lips in my mouth and suck them, one first, then the other. Soon our tongues are dancing together, his hands on my breasts and mine travelling to the front of his pants, unbuttoning it.

"What…do...you…think...you’re...doing?" he asks in between heated kisses.

"I want to touch you" I say against his mouth, moving him away from the door and more inside the room. "And plus, you owe me one" I say, kissing him breathless.

"Really?" he asks right after he nips at my upper lip and before he shoves his tongue inside my open mouth, "how come?”

Now, this is the place where I wanted to get, when I start to narrate for him all the things he made me feel the other night, all the things he did to me and how good it all felt. Needless to say, he is soon aroused, and I feel powerful and merciless.

"... when you laid me on the bed and pressed your body against mine..."

Images of Dawson above me, his heat all over my body, assaulting my senses as I press my body against his, my palms cupping his face, my lips brushing his as I speak.

"... and then only out lower bodies in contact, you inside me... "

I nuzzle his neck as images of Dawson leaning on his arms, entering me again and again with the relentless rhythm of his hips fill my mind.

"...taking me higher and higher... "

I moan lightly, remembering his body, tense, hovering above mine, feeling hot and boneless as we kept going and going and he showed me how to die and be born again and again of my own pleasure, swirls of sweat that I tasted down his chest...

I feel myself a little dizzy, mostly when his hands ventured long ago under my shirt and are reaching to every possible place, so I stop talking and start acting.

I slide down his pants and underwear enough so that I can close my hand around his hard and aroused manhood and start stroking him. Slow and long strokes at first. He doesn’t protest, and instead, allows me to please him and myself. The grip of his hands is stronger now, his fingertips digging in my back as our kisses deepen and the pace of my hand is quicker now. He groans inside my mouth, sending a jolt of excitement across my body. His hips start moving against my hand, his hands a firm grip on my lower back. I pull him closer to me grabbing his hair with my free hand, playing with his tongue and lips as I stroke him hard and fast. He breaks the kiss and gasps for air, but I capture his mouth again in no time. His hands bury in my hair as he starts to make love to my mouth, his tongue thrusting in and out, rubbing against my own, and mimicking my movements down his body. A growl grows from deep in his throat to mine, as he comes in my hand, his body shaking. He leans on the shelves behind him while catching his breath and I leave a trail of wet kisses down his neck, feeling his pulse race. I kiss him lightly on the lips and turn around, smiling.

I wash my hands quickly in a little pile right by the beer barrels. Then I come back to a still breathless Dawson and pull up his underwear and do his pants. Smiling, I kiss him once more before I leave the room not before telling him on my way out:

"It’s gonna be a long night Dawson"

After that, I make my way to the table, Jack’s beer in one hand, my drink in the other.

"Hey! Finally!" he says, taking the beer "where is Dawson?"

"Dawson? Went to the bathroom I think"

Audrey throws me a glance I pretend I haven’t seen and it’s not till some minutes later that Dawson makes it to the table.

"Man, those restrooms are just hell"

Are we in sync or what? I think, as I try to hide my smile.

This time Dawson sits in front of me, near Jen. When I look at him, he’s staring at me and I can see I’m gonna be in trouble. A shiver runs down my spine as I know the game has just began.

Part 5

Since that moment, he hasn’t taken his eyes off me. While dancing, on the way to the restrooms, to the bar, with any excuse, our hands have brushed each others "by accident" numerous times: his butt, my breast, his stomach, my thigh, his bulge... Hands roaming under the table, or later playing footsie a little while we pretend we were engaged in a casual conversation with the rest of the group, our eyes never meeting, ignoring each other in front of our friends but the risk of going too far is always present as we get lost in our own little games even thought we try not to.

The longing, the aching, it is all a part of the foreplay. And I just love it.

Just then, the guys decide they wanna play another round of pool, and we girls stay by the table this time, cheering them on every time they pot a ball in the correct hole, or mocking them when the occasion rises. People pass us by and the bar gets more and more crowded each passing minute. I feel Dawson pushed flat against my back, his hand sliding casually in between my thighs, cupping my mound as I hear someone apologizing for the shove and he says all cool "no problem". No one has noticed, but me. And no sooner is his hand there, when it is gone again. I shoot him a glare and he smiles innocently at me. After that, I decide I wanna give pool a try, wanting to see what the buzz is all about. I take one of the cues and start to rub its tip against the chalk, a normal thing for everybody else to do, but I know Dawson catches the meaning of what I’m doing. When I slide the cue in between my fingers, oh so slowly, and then I hit the ball and look up at him under my eyelashes, I’m certain he did. I know that face. I smile at myself as Audrey congratulates me for the great shot.

So as the evening passes by, we dare and trick each other in an unspoken bet, a wicked game. And when we all finally say our goodbyes and part our ways, we walk to my dorm, Dawson all over me, walking behind me, his body close to mine, pushing me against almost every corner to kiss me senseless and touch me everywhere. Sometimes I don’t let him, other times I encourage him and practically have to stop him before he loses it. I’m having so much fun, you can’t even imagine.

So we finally make it to my dorm, and something is wrong. Why isn’t he jumping all over me? But I have no time to think about it as I feel his hand on my elbow after closing the door, gently turning me to face him. With his other hand his palm caresses and cups my face, down my neck and my shoulder, running down my arm to my hand, holding it inside of his. All of a sudden, he’s calm, quiet in his movements, but there is fire burning deep in his eyes as he looks up from where his hand is resting now, right inside of mine, to my eyes. I can practically read his mind, and I know he’s reading mine, he knows me too well: "Is this what you wanted Joey? (I can almost hear the husky voice inside his head) I bet that it’s not". I know he’s seeking revenge, for the way I’ve been teasing him the whole evening and on the way here. Still, he manages to lean over me and press his lips to my forehead in a tender gesture, and I already start to melt.

Next thing I know, he’s grabbing the hem of my shirt, pulling it up slowly, his hands never leaving my body, all the way up his palms pressed against me and grazing my skin, till my shirt is under my armpits, his eyes languidly following the movements, watching his hands roam over me. I’m already starting to feel the wetness and he’s only pulled up my shirt. Go figure. I raise my arms and he takes it off, dropping it to the floor without one single look at it. It’s my fave shirt, the newest one, and I have no idea where it landed, and I couldn’t care less. Letting his hands run from my raised hands down my arms and back to my shoulders, he hooks his fingers under the straps of my bra, running them up and down a couple of times, brushing them over the upper side of my breasts until he finally slides the straps down my arms. First the left, then the right. Then he cups my breasts over the fabric, squeezing them softly, almost hesitantly. His hands caress my sides and smooth over my skin to my back where they reach the clasp of the bra. He leans over me, his hot breath on my nape as he undoes the clasp. So slowly, ever so slowly that I think I’m gonna faint.

How is he doing it? How can he be standing there as if nothing were happening, when I can hardly concentrate on keeping myself standing, my knees weak, all my body feeling like jello? He always finds a way to surprise me. Here I was, thinking I would make him lose control, and I’m the one who is about to lose it.

When my bra falls to the floor, his hands move back to my sides, partly cupping my breasts, standing still as his thumbs brush my nipples, flicking over them back and forth till they are hard and erect and soft. low moans are escaping my lips. He moves his hands now lower and travel around my waist from above the waistband of the jeans until his fingers finally undo my pants. One button, then the other, his hands between the fabric and my stomach, the fabric and my navel, rubbing my body on his way down to the last metal button, his long fingers almost... touching me... there. My jeans make a soft thud as they hit the floor around my feet. He kneels down in front of me and pulls up one of my legs placing his hand under my knee, lifting it up, removing the pants. He takes the other one and repeats the same action: hand under knee, lift up, and remove the jeans. I observe him as he moves, and when it’s done he looks up at me. He lets his hand travel the length of my legs on the inside till he reaches my underwear, and never leaving my eyes, that stare of his piercing me. His fingers slide under the band of my inner thighs, brushing against my curls as he moves them up and down. I close my eyes and shiver when I feel his kisses on my inner thighs, sucking me gently and then his teeth gently biting the thin fabric that covers the triangle between my legs. I’m trembling openly when he places his hands on my waist and moves to one side of my hips to catch the tiny waistband of the thong between his teeth, lowering it off of my hip easily. Kissing all the way there, he does the same thing with the waistband on the other side. He’s moving so agonizingly slowly that I can hardly breath. I open my eyes and see the blond hair of the top of his head as he keeps pulling my underwear down. When it finally reaches my ankles he removes it just as he did with the jeans.

This is torture. I’m shaking and afraid I might fall.

He stands up and tangles his hands in my hair, raining kisses all over my face as he pulls me towards my desk, his arm reaching by my side, brushing against my heated skin as we make it to the table and he throws all of the things that were there to the floor, where I hear them clattering as they collide.

I’m officially breathless, hot and aroused.

I feel his arousal through his khakis as he cradles my bottom in his arm, pressing me against his body, and lifts me up lightly. I get the hint. I sit down on the desk and he kisses the sides of my mouth, the tip of his tongue teasing me mercilessly and not allowing me to meet his lips and to kiss him fully, always turning his face the other way when I try, removing my hands from the sides of his face when I try to hold him in place. He looks at me, brushes a strand of hair off of my face and takes a step back, his gaze caressing my naked body, as if it was the first time he has ever seen it. Now stronger than before I can see that wild, almost predatory gaze in his eyes, burning through his blue, magnetic eyes, and I start to tremble, desire taking completely over me. He unzips his pants. My eyes are glued to his hands and his movements, my aroused flesh throbbing in anticipation and my hands roaming over my chest and stomach although I’m almost not entirely conscious of it. Sliding them over his hips, the trousers hit the floor, his underwear following. Nope, I’m definitely not the only one aroused. Slowly, as if there was no hurry, he pushes his shirt over his head. Naked, he steps between my legs, proudly erect. His eyes roam over my body again, and he places his hands over mines that impatiently, were moving over my breasts. Intertwining his fingers with mine he shakes his head no and removes them from there, placing them on the edge of the table. After that, his hands are moving from my ankles to the inside of my knees, caressing me. I know what he’s gonna do. My stomach is contracted, my lungs burning, the air caught in them and refusing to leave as I close my hands over the edge of the desk, my knuckles white, my back resting on the wall behind me. He slides the inside of his forearm behind my knee, pushing my leg up on the desk, as I moan softly and he leans over me, nipping on my throat. I throw my head back, arching my back to give him better access. I feel his other arm sliding to the same position, my other leg also up on the desk now, the muscles in his arms tense against me, sliding under his skin with every movement he does.

He looks at me and I swallow, feeling dizzy and light-headed. His tongue darts out in between his lips as he starts to lick my lips, tracing the contour of them with the tip, keeping me firmly opened with my legs parted. If he doesn’t hurry up I’m gonna orgasm all by myself. And then I feel it. Rubbing against me. Neither of us has said a word the whole time we’ve been here, letting the silence that surrounds us become one more erotic element in this amorous interlude. But I can’t help the groan that escapes from deep within my throat when I finally feel him where I want him the most. My hands turn into fits on the edge of the desk and I gasp as he pushes himself inside of me, my flesh giving up and making room for his. He pulls out and pushes in again, in a long, deep, slow stroke, his shaft easily sliding in between my swollen, pulsating and wet lips, deep, deep inside me, but never too much, never too close. He pushes his body flush against me as his hips are still working his magic. Soon my walls are clamping hard and steadily around him, our moans now filling the room. He throws his head back, his mouth opened and his eyes closed as he pushes gradually harder and deeper against me, inside me, opening my legs even wider if that is possible. Our hips bucking together, crashing against each other, his cock sliding in and out of me, I start to pant uncontrollably as I feel my orgasm starting to build. Dawson throws himself at me as he cries my name, and I can see by his frantic pushes and how he plunges in and out of my body erratically, that he is also close.

I need to touch him.

I raise and tighten my arms around him, one arm around his shoulders, the other hand tangled hard in his hair, pulling his mouth against my neck. He buries his face there and I dig my fingers in his back as I come, crying his name. I hold him close to me as he keeps thrusting and groaning, finally losing control as I wanted him to. He bites me as he starts to cum and I swallow, arching my back, gasping for some air for dear life, as he keeps hammering and cumming inside me, feeling his hot semen spreading in my insides with every thrust. When he’s done, I hold his shaking body even closer, now that he has released my trembling legs and I can wrap them around him. He places his hands on my butt and presses me to his body, his breath caressing my skin, as his face is still buried in my neck and we both wait till our heartbeats come back to a more normal pace. I comb his hair, feeling the silky strands slide through my fingers. He kisses me where the mark of his teeth is now, and looks up at me, our bodies still joined at that moment. Then he kisses me again, open mouth kisses and tongues intertwined in intimate caresses. Then he breaks the kiss and withdraws from me, leaving me uneasy and empty, incomplete. But I smile at him and he smiles back, taking my hand to help me step down from the desk and walking me to the bed.

As we lay there, facing each other, he looks at me and I feel so lucky. I have him. I have Dawson. I mean, I finally have him, because this is definitive. This is the real thing, the real chance we’re taking to build a future, a life together. Through the distance, even though we can’t see each other half of the time, we’re together. And it’s worth it, everything is worth it. And I love him. So much.

"I love you Dawson"

We look at each other as we smile, my heart reaching out for him, our hands clasped in between our bodies, that have managed to get closer once again, as they always do by their own initiatives. He lifts our clasped hands to his mouth, leaving a kiss on my knuckles.

"I love you too" he says, his gaze now tender and sweet.

I hear a roll of thunder outside, followed by a sudden flashing light illuminating the room, and then the dim light of the moon is surrounding us again. The rain starts to pour on the world outside, but my world inside these walls is warm and sacred to me. I hear the rain falling, but it’s just a distant echo, as all that I hear loud and clear is mostly the sound of my heartbeat and then his as Dawson takes me in his arms, where I rest knowing I’ve reached my final destination, the place where I belong. Later, in the middle of the night, or early in the morning, it will be him or I, one of us will wake the other with a soft embrace, warm hands, and languid kisses. But as for now, I am content to just drift off to sleep as I listen to the rain and rely on the closeness of his body to mine, his hand in my hair, my hand on his chest, and a content smile on our lips. His steady breath my lullaby to sleep.

Part 6

So we’re in Emma’s apartment. Well, Emma, Pacey and Jack’s. And for the greatest part of the time, Audrey’s too. We’re celebrating Emma’s Birthday and it’s fun!. There are some people from Hell’s Kitchen, even some people from college Audrey invited. The party is in it’s highest point, it’s what I think as I observe the people in the room while I take a sip of my drink. I feel Dawson’s arms wrapping me and his mouth moving on my neck.

"Seems like no one has passed out or anything" he mumbles against me.

I look up at him and wink: "Yet" I say, and he laughs softly, rubbing his lips against the line of my jaw.

"So that is David" he says, pointing to Jack and his boyfriend with his chin over my shoulder.

"Yeah, that’s him. And things seem to be quite serious between them".

"I’m glad for Jack" he says, "after the disaster that his relationship with Tobey was at the end, he truly deserved to find someone"

"Yeah, although he was largely at fault when it came to the break up with Tobey".

"I know, but still. He’s our friend after all. Everybody makes mistakes".

"I know what you mean" I reply.

"And that is CJ. The guy who is opening Jen’s heart again"

"Yeah, after you, how cool is that?" I say, my voice a little more acidic than I intended it to be.

Don’t misunderstand me, I love Jen, but I just don’t like to think about her and Dawson. He shoves me lightly with his shoulder.

"Come on Jo. You know why and how it happened. It was just comfort. You know how it works"

And yeah, sadly, I know it. Anyway, moving on, not that we haven’t talked about this a hundred times till it just doesn’t affect us anymore.

"So, CJ is, as you know, introducing Jen to the great world of counselling. Who would thought it, huh? She seemed to be so lost back in high school. And now she’s gonna be giving advice to people. I actually think she can do it pretty well. And you can see clearly that there is something going on between them".

"Yeah, I see it, and for that, I’m also happy. I think everybody deserves to be as happy as we are" he says, kissing my neck again, swinging me in his arms. I laugh and squeeze his hands, which are crossed over my stomach "I hope it finally lasts".

Then we hear Audrey’s laughter, and of course our gazes drift to the place where she is. Sitting in Pacey´s lap, they’re talking with some people from Pacey’s work and I can say they seem truly happy. I smile to myself.

"Who would have thought, huh?" he says, now talking about Pacey and Audrey.

"They’re just made for each other" I say "and that is the happiest I’ve ever seen Pacey. I guess being with someone you know that loves you without reservation and holds no secret place in their heart for someone else has that effect on people".

Dawson kisses the back of my head and I snuggle closer to him.

"I guess", he says happily, smiling at me.

I take his hand to my mouth and kiss the palm, turning to face him.

"It’s always been you Dawson".

He kisses me lightly, cupping my face and then we just walk to Jen and CJ, make some conversation as we grab a drink for him, to Emma and a few mates from Hell’s kitchen, and make more conversation, take some more drinks, and time passes by and we just laugh, talk and drink a little more.

There comes a point though when we forget about everybody else but us. It always happens sooner or later, and we just stop caring about the rest of the world around us, as if it’s lost its importance. It can be something as simple as a gaze or a casual comment, or just desire, pure and simple. So the moment Dawson takes my hand and pulls me toward the door, I’m not surprised. We kind of giggle as we walk out of the room, sneaking glances at the rest of the people that are being oblivious to our escapade. Dawson leans me against the corridor wall and we start to kiss playfully, but I think we might feel more... "comfortable" in another place. As if he was reading my thoughts, he takes my hand and we make it into another part of the house. "Emma’s room?" I wonder to myself. Probably. But who cares. All I see is a lock conveniently placed on the door and take advantage of it. I lock the door and turn to Dawson with a slow, and I hope sexy, smile creeping onto my mouth. Dawson narrows his eyes and I see another smile curving on his lips.

"Well, now that we are locked in a room... what could we do?" I ask, playfully getting closer to him.

"Ummm... I think I might have a couple of ideas..." he replies, a playful smirk on his face.

I laugh as I walk around him, my hand trailing behind me, over his stomach and butt, where I come to a stop. Pressing my lips to his nape, leaving a wet spot there, my hands go where we all know they go to at this point of the story: straight to the front of his pants. I unbutton them and my hand closes around him. I start to suck and lick his nape, my hips lightly hitting his butt as if I was thrusting him, my hand stroking him, moaning his name wildly in a mocking tone against his skin, making him laugh-groan, as I keep licking and sucking, stroking and with my free hand caressing his chest under his shirt.

I think we’re a little drunk. I mean, not drunk, but that point where you’re not drunk but aren’t sober either, you know? Just happy and brave and reckless and... God, aroused.

The pace of my hips is quicker now and I’m hitting him so hard with them that he even stumbles, because I don’t know why, but the movement I’m doing is really, really, and I mean, REALLY, turning me on. Dawson is thrusting into my hand and moaning softly as we walk to the bed. He lays along the foot of it, sliding his jeans and underwear down around his ankles as I kick off mine, his legs now hanging over the edge of the bed. I feel my centre aching and burning, our breaths ragged, as I put myself over him in the right position. His shaft is touching me and I keep stroking it, rubbing it against me, Dawson’s hips jerking forward, mine moving downward slightly. I finally impale myself on him violently and start to move. Dawson gasps and reaches for the edge of my shirt and starts to pull it up. I help as I withdraw from him to tug my shirt up over my head and he strokes himself waiting for me while I also remove my bra, cause I know what he wants to see.

Now I remove his hand from his dick and I start to ride him, trying my best not to be noisy, biting the insides of my mouth, my lips, whatever, my head thrown back in ecstasy. Actually, I’m taking this much better than the man here. He can be kinda noisy sometimes, even more than me. Which I love, but even with the music and all, if someone walks near the door they can hear him. So I cover his mouth with my hand with no hesitation and I can hear Dawson’s suffocated moans under my palm, my skin there getting wet with his ragged breath. He places his hands on my hips and moves me up and down over his shaft, every thrust quicker and harder than the last one. I look at him finding it difficult to focus, and his eyes are fixed on me, his tongue licking my palm, his teeth scratching my skin. I remove it and press my lips to his hardly, roughly. With our mouths opened, we moan into each other, our faces contorted in painful expressions that are only the reflection of pleasure, and our bodies shake and crash together time after time in a frantic pace now.

Finally we come almost at the same time and I let myself fall over him. It’s only then, as I come back to my senses slowly but surely, that I can hear again the music playing and the laughter of our friends through the door. I feel the laughter starting to form in my throat and I can feel Dawson’s body shaking under me, trying to contain his own, as he tangles one of his hands in my hair while with the other he presses me against his sprawled body and sighs. I kiss the curve of his neck and he kisses the crow of my head, and I could lie here forever, but I know we have to make it outside this room before they start wondering where we are, if they’re not already.

I sigh as I let him slide out of me, we both grown at the loss, and stand up, gathering my clothes as Dawson pulls up his boxers and pants. I put on my panties, my jeans and my bra under his gaze as he buttons up his trousers. He collects my shirt from the bed where I threw it and walks up to me. He kisses me as he grabs my wrist and raises my arm, sliding the sleeve down on it, still kissing me. I raise the other arm and he lets the sleeve slide down on it too, as he breaks the kiss and smiles at me. I put my head through the collar that he is holding open for me and he slides my hair free of it, his hands caressing the back of my neck in the process. I smile and let myself lean on him. I’m torn, I don’t know what I like the most, the wild sex and quickies, like the one we just had, or his gentle kisses, that go straight to my bones, shaking my whole being, my whole universe.

"And you’re leaving tomorrow in the morning" I say, my face buried in his neck, as always. I love it there.

"Uh-mmm" he says and sighs.

"I just want to hold you the whole night before you leave. And make love to you, and you to make love to me till the morning, till we don’t know who we are or where we are. You think we can do that?”

"Actually, I’m fairly certain that that is exactly what is gonna happen" he says, smoothing my hair and kissing my temple.

I crack my neck up to him so he can kiss me and he does. We kiss for a while before we reluctantly break apart, already counting the minutes till we can leave this party and be back to my dorm so we can feel each other over and over before we have to separate our lives once again. In silence, exchanging glances and wicked smiles, we fix the cover of the bed back in place. Then he reaches for my hand and we walk out of the room with our hands clasped together. We walk out carefully, almost sneaking, containing the laughter. I look behind me at him and smile wide at the naughty sparkle in his eyes. We make it to the room where it seems like no one has noticed our absence after all. We just look at each other and smile, trying not to think of the immanent separation, but just the night that is awaiting us, about all the love we have inside us and that’s waiting to be shared: given and taken.

Part 7

As I’m waiting in the L.A. airport, what I know is an devilish smile plays across my face while I imagine all sorts of things I’m going to do to Joey as soon as I arrive at her dorm, mentally rechecking all the stuff I have in my bag for our enjoyment.

"Hey Leery. You better stop it before you embarrass yourself in front of everybody. Plus, it would be disgusting to see you with a wet tent in your pants, thanks"

Todd’s mocking voice takes me out of my reverie and I ignore him as I look up to him from my seated position and he winks at me as he always does, with that playful expression on his face. I roll my eyes and shake my head when he laughs. And just then, the speakers finally announce that our flight is boarding.

"We better go if you don’t wanna miss this flight as you did last week when you were supposed to go to San Francisco for that meeting" I say to him as I stand up and take my bag, heading to the board gate with Todd on my heels.

"Well, is it my fault that that little Japanese flight assistance found me irresistible and dragged me to the personnel’s restrooms?" he asks me as he raises his hands in defeat and then throws a peanut to his mouth. I just smile and shake my head once more.

While we aboard, all I can think of is that I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to stand the hours it takes to get to Boston stuck on the plane. My body is already aching and my mouth practically watering thinking of her and her smell, her soft skin. I close my eyes and grab the resting arms of my seat tight, only one word echoing in my mind: Joey, Joey, Joey... her name a mantra in the back of my head as I hear Todd’s ramblings all the way from L.A to Boston.

We finally make it here and I drop Todd to the hotel and then head to Joey’s. The ride in the cab is unbearable. I can’t help but shift in the back seat, excited as a child. It’s been three long weeks without her. Three lonely, empty, painful weeks without her. It’s driving me insane. I just can’t take it anymore. When we’re finally there, I hand the driver a bill and don’t even wait for the change, I just jump out of the damn cab already, the pull too intense. In a minute I will have her in my arms, I will kiss her and taste her, love her and worship her.

I finally make it to her dorm although I can’t help but collide with a couple of people on my way there and knock on the door impatiently, my breath heavy and my hands shaking. The door opens and before I stumble inside the place, a hand reaches out for me, grabbing my shirt and pulling inside, and I hardly hear the slam of the door closing when she kicks it with her feet. I only feel her arms circling my neck tight, pulling me roughly against her body, my arms wrapping her, her mouth covering mine, my tongue thrusting into hers as I raise my hands and cup her face. We lean against the door and a few minutes pass by before we’re able to break the kiss, my lips aching for the rude contact of her teeth biting and nibbling on them.

"Hey" I say, staring into her eyes that are looking down at my lips. "How are you?" I ask, under my breath, and she nods her head, licking her lips, looking up at me and smiling briefly.

"Fine. You?" and she kisses me again without warning, this time slowly and sensually, our tongues dancing together. She crushes her body against mine, rubbing in as she moves almost imperceptibly up and then slides down my chest, her hands caressing my neck and then resting on my shoulders.

"I’m perfect right now" I manage to answer after we break the kiss.

“Cool. Cause you know? We actually talked a lot last night on the phone, and I already know all I need to know about you and L.A lately, so... let’s go to bed” she says, grabbing my hand. I chuckle at her impatient manner and stop her, not moving from where I’m standing.

"Well, that’s what I call being straight to the point"

She smiles mischievously and comes closer to me again, her face tilted up so she is looking at me under her eyelashes, her chin touching mine as she grabs my bulge.

"No, this is going straight to the point" she says, and she laughs as I smile at her, narrowing my eyes. Once again, she grabs my hand and tries to lead me to the bed. She looks at me confused as I still don’t move but pull her back to my arms.

“Wait, I gotta get something before” I say as I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and kiss the tip of her nose.

I kneel down and reach inside my bag, taking a little package wrapped in a blue paper, a lace in the upper corner.

"Is that for me?" she says, looking up at me with the expression of a little child’s excited face. I can’t help but laugh, but I don’t answer her question. Instead, this time it’s me who takes her hand and walks her near the bed, where I place the pack that she looks at curiously. Soon her curiosity is forgotten as I start to undress her, my mouth kissing and my tongue tasting each spot of flesh revealed. She obliges, and lets me do what I please. First I cup her face, my hands sliding to her neck, to her shoulders, down her arms and then to her waist, where I grab the hem of the shirt and pull it up. I nap at her throat as I unbutton her jeans and let my hands slide under the fabric, cupping her ass, my hands molding it and going under her panties, pressing her lower body against mine. She moans softly and I quickly get rid of both, jeans and underwear at once. My hands go up her neck again as I kiss her, caressing her blades and squeezing her shoulders, pushing her closer. Then I let her undress me. She takes my shirt off first, planting open mouth kisses all over my chest as she pulls the shirt up, her hands caressing my sides, making my knees weak. Then, she unzips my pants, her hand brushing over my member, cupping my ass just like I did to hers before, making me smile as she smiles back to me, tilting her face to the side, so close to mine that I think she’s gonna kisses me but she doesn’t. She doesn’t know that I’m about to take charge of tonight’s events soon, so I let her play a little more. She starts to pull the pants down, sliding them down to my knees. I let them fall and kick them out while Joey trails her fingertips up over my inner thighs, rubbing her hand against the tent that has already formed in my underwear, looking up at me and half smiling, cocking her eyebrow.

“Remove them Joey” I plead, under my breath.

She kisses me hard and leaves me breathless, my eyes half closed when I see her kneel down in front of me and resting her forehead on my stomach she starts to take my boxers down as requested. Slowly, agonizingly slowly she pulls them down, kissing my navel all the time it takes to do that. I swallow and once they’re out of the way she slides her hands up and down my legs, one of them resting on my hip while the other one crosses in between my legs to reach and squeeze my butt and then she looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes of hers. I reach my hand to help her stand up and even though she looks confused, she says nothing and just takes my hand and comes to her feet. My eyes roam over her naked body as I take her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles before I take the pack that I left before on the bed.

“Put this on” I say hoarsely, giving it to her and kissing her lightly, brushing my lips against hers as my hand caresses her cheek “But do it in the bathroom, I don’t wanna see it until you’re wearing it”.

“Ok” she whispers, smiling and kissing me back, enjoining the feeling of secrecy and surprise surrounding us. She doesn’t know half of it yet.

And there she goes, her splendid naked body crossing the room as she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at me. I close my eyes, regaining some control now that she’s out of the room. I smile to myself as I take some of the other things I’ve brought with me out of the bag while she is getting ready and leave them at hand but in a place where she can’t see them when she walks back in the room.

And when she does, I don’t know how on earth I’m gonna control myself.

She stands in the doorway with one hand resting on her hip and her arm raised leaning it against the door frame, looking seductive yet carefree. Apart my present, she also wears a smile on her lips, her eyes boring mine, self aware of the effect she is having on me.

“Thank you” she says, “I really, really like it” she says, still leaning on the frame door, her free hand running down the clothes, if you can call them that.

I allow my eyes to wander over her body. The silky fabric of the red negligee is transparent, so I can see her firm breasts through it, her already hard peaks poking against the material. It fits her as a second skin to right under her breasts, then it falls loosely around her frame down to her hips and under her belly bottom. The garter belt is also red with black laces, holding the tight black stockings up to her middle thigh. No panties, her dark curls demanding attention. She looks so sexy that I can feel myself totally hard and throbbing, my heart pounding in my chest. But I try to play it down, to play it cool.

“Wow” I shake my head as she swirls around playfully, her arms lifted with her palms up so I can see her entire body “It looks much better on you than on the mannequin” I tease breathlessly, and she gives me one of her looks, her mouth pouting.

“Of course it does”

“Of course! My fault, my fault” I joke, but my voice is low and pregnant with desire that I know is gonna take a long time to fulfil. She walks to me, stopping right in front of me, her eyes piercing mine and her mouth curved in a smile as she bites the corner of her bottom lip. One hand resting on my chest, one finger running along the line of my collarbone. I guess she knows that if she touches me down where I know she wants to, it’s over.

“So what are you planning to do with me Dawson?” she asks me under her eyelashes, her tone provocative. I just smile at her and let my finger run down between her hardly covered breasts to her belly button.

“Lay on the bed Joey” I say trying to control myself so I won’t jump on her... yet. She does, she lies on bed and looks at me and then... I take the ropes.

I went to the sex shop and asked about them. I don’t want to hurt her, obviously, but I had this dream where she was tied up in my bed, and I just had to try. It’s not like we haven’t done it before. Sometimes we have some kind of weird fantasies while sleeping and some very good things might come out of them. A little bit of experimenting, a lot of fun.

So I went for it.

The guy told me there were different kinds of ropes, and that these were the softest ones. Also, he explained to me that the trick is how you tie them. You have to leave them loosened, so they are holding the other person, but not hurting the skin. Anyway, when Joey sees what I’m about to do, she doesn’t even blink, just half smiles and bringing her wrists together, she offers them to me. I can’t help but love her even more for the way she trusts me, the way she puts herself (literally) in my hands. I lean down and kiss them, first the left, then the right, before I tied them to the bed. Then I move to her ankles. Spreading her legs open, I tie one ankle to one side of the bed, the other one to the other side, just like I did with the hands before. Since she’s wearing no panties, I have a good view of her inside. That was the point, mind you, but it makes me shudder and I start to sweat even though I have already pictured it in my mind like a thousand times in the last week. I smile and then I’m about to reach out for something and start my games, but I realize how hard I really am, and I know there is no way I can keep going on with what I plan to do before I do something about it. Nor that I want to keep her waiting either. So I crawl on the bed until I’ve position myself between her legs but I don’t enter her yet. I hover over her, my elbows planted on the bed, next to both sides of her body, my arms under her extended ones.

“Have you missed me Joey?” I ask her, looking into her eyes, while she can’t take hers off my penis, so close to her aching flesh.

“More than anything” she answers and gasps as I press myself against her entrance lightly.

“How bad do you want me to fuck you?” I ask, my voice sweet and tender as I caress her face with my parted lips, one hand stroking her breast over the nightgown, my stomach delighted at the contact with the silky cloth that is covering her body, wrapping it as a present to me.

“Really bad” she answers under her breath, the tip of my head entering her lightly when she moves her hips upward. I move so she can’t take me in and tease her a little more.

“Then tell me” I demand to her, sucking the sensitive spot behind her ear, my palm pressed against the pulse in her throat that is running wildly.

I don’t know who is having it worse right now, Joey or me? All I know is that I can feel my body humming with the desire that has been unfulfilled for three long, lonely weeks, and that is driving me crazy.

“The other day on the phone, when I hung on... I masturbated myself again" - I remember that little... experience. Sex by phone. Can be quite satisfying if you ask me. - "I slid my fingers... in and out” - My thoughts get back to the present time when right after saying this, she starts to move her hips, mimicking the moves of the penetration, almost taking me inside her, almost making me lose it - “and screamed your name..." - she pauses here and then she delivers the final nail in the coffin, what she knows will make me lose it. - "Then I licked my fingers...”

As I tangle my hands in her hair, my body in the right position between her parted legs, she looks at me and smiles (she knows me too well) as I bury myself inside of her wet core, making her gasp although the smile doesn’t leave her mouth, it only turns more mischievous, but she arches her body in response, the words dying in her mouth. I pull myself almost completely out only to crash into her welcome body again at full force, hearing her let out a brief scream of pleasure that she repeats after I withdraw and plunge into her again, her hips now bucking against mine. God, how I’ve missed this. And from the way Joey is reacting, I can see she has missed it too.

“Harder Dawson” she cries as I rest my forehead on hers, my eyes opened, watching her, her eyes closed, her teeth biting her lips, moaning every time I push myself inside her.

I know she likes it when we place no boundaries on how the sex is, allowing the sex to become totally out of control, and she knows I love it too. She told me once she likes it that way cause when I leave her, she can feel sore and there's this lingering feeling within her the next day as a reminder that I was in her bed the previous night, so she usually requests me to do it like that the night before I head back to my life on the other side of the country. It just amazes me how much she enjoys our love making, (cause no matter how wild and kind of perverted we can be sometimes, I always consider it as love making), as to search for a sensation like that, of a lingering pain reminding her that I had been there, that we had been together. Yeah, call it my stupidity and politically incorrectness male pride, but it really turns me on.

We buck against each other wild and hard, her hipbones hitting my naked flesh. I feel my balls tight and small, my shaft jerking inside her, the release almost here. I reach my hand down and do her clit in frantic moves that compares to the pace of our hips. She’s panting and I clench my teeth as I feel my release coming. I come almost immediately, giving a low guttural cry, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I’m done but she’s not, so I speed up my thrusts and increment the pressure of my finger, rubbing the nub of nerves furiously. She cries my name as she reaches an orgasm and her body tenses under mine. I can’t help but drink in her sight as she recovers, my breath still coming out in weak gasps, hers as laboured as mine. The baby doll is damp and the movements of our bodies rubbing against each others has glued it to her body like a glove. Red and hot, that is how I see her and feel her under me. She finally opens her eyes when my hand cups one of her breast over the silky material.

I think it’s time to play with the delicious, provocative and oh so sexy that I could die right here underwear. God, it looks really good on her, it’s all I can think as I’m still inside her and I bow my head, my lips closing over her hard nipple...

Part 8

I take the nipple in my mouth and start to rub it with my tongue, sucking it softly and slowly till the fabric is soaked with my saliva and moulded against her hard peak. She’s moaning as I repeat the process on the other one, all this time my hands roaming over the material that covers her body and keeps it somehow apart from me, but her hot skin still warming my hands through the cloth. My hands mold her body, squeezing the negligee, my mouth moving now up her chest to her neck and then down again. I lick her through the thin cloth, my mouth open, my tongue tasting her erotic outfit, my hands moulding it to her body, tugging it. I bite her stomach lightly when she arks her back, my hands going now to her naked buttocks, pressing her against me. She is moaning softly, in a sexy cadence when I finally start to lift the cloth until it is tagged under her armpits, my lips leaving soft kisses over her skin as I take the negligee up and up, my thumbs grazing her nipples when I reach them. Nuzzling her throat. I trace the swell of her breasts with my fingers slowly and then rub my hands over them, squeezing them gently at first, a little ruder later, my body pressed in between her thighs, that she is using to keep me in place even thought she can hardly move them. Her now bare chest in contrast with her yet covered legs that she keeps firmly around me yet dressed with the stockings arousing me.

“You have any suggestion for me Joey? Anything you want me to do?” I ask, my eyes not leaving hers as I keep touching her, my hands sliding down from her breasts, (where they were still resting) down her waist, her hips, to her thighs, where I play with the elastic of the silky stockings. Both of us breathing hard, but especially her. I squeeze her inner thigh and move my hand higher, cupping her. She takes a deep intake of breath and she closes her eyes, arching her back.

But then she opens them and pierces me with those amazing eyes of hers that right now are looking dark and intense. Her mouth opened forming a circle, the tip of her tongue licking her red and wet lips, her shoulders slightly trembling in anticipation.

“Do to me whatever you please Dawson. Use me, fuck me, bite me, anything is fine. Just keep going”, and I hear the desperation in her voice. That’s all I needed to hear.

My mouth is having a feast on her breasts, my hands roaming all over her body once again, between her legs, sporadically making circles on the skin of her stomach, making it flinch. I move up and suck her neck that she is tilting to give me better access, making sure I leave a mark to make it clear she’s taken. I know she will leave a few love bites on me too later, and I love that. When I discover the next day marks of our fiercest love sessions in the most unexpected places and I laugh alone, remembering how and when she made them. Makes me want to go back for more.

And more of her is what I need now.

I lick all the way up her jaw; my chest brushing against hers on my way up. I bite her chin gently and kiss her senseless until we both can’t breath. My tongue traces her lips and hers soon joins mine. I hold her tight, pressing her against me as I thrust inside her mouth with my tongue and she moans inside my mouth. I hear her moaning inside my mouth, I feel her fighting against the ropes under me and I know it’s driving her crazy she can’t touch me, but that’s the point. I start to devour her throat again, my mouth now all over her shoulders, her chest, her breasts, her stomach, until there is no single inch on her upper body I haven’t caressed with both, my hands and my tongue. Joey is now panting under me as I reach her legs and caresses them. Her long, creamy, smooth legs, covered with the satin of her stockings. I play with the bands of the garter belt, hooking my fingers under them, unclasping them one by one, and then removing it while never tearing my eyes from hers. After that I just stand on my knees, between her legs, breathing hard and taking in the precious sight before me: the nightgown wrinkled under her arms, the stockings up to her mid thighs, her legs open so I can see her pink flesh. This goddess is tied up to the bed and it’s all mine.

My Joey.

I swallow, trying to control my libido. I bite the elastic of the stockings and start to roll one of them down, slowly, caressing her hot skin with my anxious fingertips, the palms of my hands burning, aching to touch her until now un-revealed skin. I get rid of the stockings finally, sliding them under the rope, my mouth leaving a wet trail of kisses from her thigh to her feet. I repeat the process on the other leg, and then I place my hand between her thighs, sliding one of my fingers inside her tentatively. As expected, she is wet and her walls are clamping lightly because of the foreplay, and I can say positively that she’s on the edge again which brings a smile to my face.

Time for the next act.

As I bend down to reach for my bag by the bed’s side, I smile and take out my new little toy.

I found out there are different kind of vibrators: different sizes, forms, textures, speeds. Amazing if you ask me. I mean, mother nature is not that varied, you know? And well, there are even vibrators for men with the form of the vagina. Can you believe that??. Anyway I show it to her and I wiggle my eyebrows up and down playfully.

“You’re just too much” she says, laughing in a low and sexy tone.

“I just wanted the ropes" I explain myself, amused by her reaction but even I can hear this guttural edge in my voice that is always there when I am aroused, excited, like I am now after travelling her body "but this guy in the sex shop started to show me all kind of things, the vibrator being the more normal one. And I said, why not? Anyway, we’ve never been in a sex shop together, right?” I ask as I draw lines on her stomach with one of my fingers, the one that had been inside her a minute ago.

She nods her head no in answer to my question, giggling.

“We really should go. It’s funny as hell.” And she smiles to me in a tactic agreement.

After this little interlude, I finally turn the vibrator on and we lose it. We can’t stop laughing for a while. It has music!! I thought I had bought the one without it, but seems like not. Fucking God... I can’t believe it.

“Thank God you don’t sound like that!” she says, tears rolling down her face now.

I nod and learn forward to wipe her tears with my thumbs, right before I wipe my own.

“Hold on, I think there is an option to get rid of the music somewhere”.

She starts to laugh again and for a moment I forget about the vibrator in my hand and about everything and I just look at her.

God, I love this woman.

And one of the millions of things I love about Joey and I, is our ability to laugh together, or talk, or whatever, in the middle of our love sessions. I guess it’s a consequence of how comfortable and open we are with each other, how deeply bonded we are (no pun intended). The pleasure we give each other it’s secondary. I mean, of course it’s important, we crave it and enjoy it as if there were no tomorrow, but the pleasure exists as another way to bond with each other: I dig her body just as I dig other important things about her.

Anyway, she’s not laughing anymore, but looking at me with an expectant look on her face, asking me with no words to take some action, her body language clear as she undulates under me, tempting me. Time for the show to keep on going...

I spread her legs wider, place the vibrator in her entrance and watch it as her folds open for it. I gently push it further, and start to move it inside her. It slides totally inside easily, engulfed inside of her by the flesh. I keep moving it till she starts to buck her hips and moan. I place a hand bellow her butt and lift her hips, resting them over my thighs, as I’m still on my knees, wanting to watch it closer. Her juices start to pour over my hand. I see her walls contracting over the vibrator, her lips caressing it. I swallow hard and hold my breath, thinking that that is exactly what happens when I’m inside of her warm body. I change the angle of the penetration, going deeper, and change the speed of the vibration to a quicker one. I hear Joey gasping for air. I start to bump the vibrator in and out of her, in and out of her, her juices coming out now non stop, lubricating her core. She closes her eyes and arches her back when she finally reaches her orgasm and I bow down and bring my nose to her core, wanting to smell her. Then, unable to contain myself, I drop the vibrator and lick her fluids, suddenly thirsty, the need of feeling her soft lips in my mouth guiding me, her surprised moan only encouraging me more. When I’m done, I place her body back to the bed. Breathless and flushed, she looks at me, wondering what is coming next in this little party we have going on.

But she soon realizes as she has a look to my lower body. I’m really hard, I feel myself throbbing and loaded, ready for her. But this time I don’t wanna take her like this. I’ve enjoyed this for enough time. Now is when the funniest part comes: I decide it’s finally time to untie her. One foot first, then the other. I have no time to almost move before she wraps her legs around me, pulling me down to her. I smile and move forward to kiss her chest.

“You want me to untie your hands too?” I ask, raining kisses all over her chest and stomach. I see her nodding her head, impatiently out of the corner of my eyes.

“If so, you have to let me go” I say sweetly as I caress her legs indulgently. Reluctantly, she unwraps me, first one leg, then the other, never losing sight of me and I move to the headboard, slowly untying her. As soon as her hands are free I feel myself pushed on the bed, Joey all over me like a mad woman, which is exactly what I was looking for. Her body’s pressed flush against mine, rubbing her sweaty and full breasts against my chest as she moves, her legs wrapping my hips, her mouth over mine, taking it in an aggressive kiss, her tongue entering my mouth immediately, hurriedly, making me gasp and laugh at the same time. One hand tangled in my hair, the other one roaming over my back, stroking it lightly and moving its way down to my butt, that she squeezes. Licking my lips, her mouth wanders till she reaches the patch of skin right behind my ear, sucking it gently. Her hand now cupping my cheek and holding my head in place. Her tongue darting between her lips, the tip drawing circles first, then running along the line where my ear joins my head. Slowly, erotically, before taking my earlobe and sucking it, her body never stop moving, rubbing against mine, making me sweat and swear in desperation. My senses, turned on by the way she is scratching her nails on my sides, assaulted by the way her mouth was leaving a trail of wet spots as she nuzzled my throat from one side to the other to repeat the process on my other ear, her body shifting as well to the other side of mine, leaving a warm and wet spot where the wetness between her legs had been resting. Turning my head blindly, reaching for her lips I feel her hands now move over my chest, twisting my nipples hard, making me groan and arch my back, then moving quickly to cover my painful peak with her mouth, giving me an immediate relief and pleasure. Now sucking on it, my hands are anchored to her hair; hers gripped on my sides, holding me firmly. When she lifts her head and I see her hungry eyes roaming over my body as if she didn’t know where to keep on going, I can only lie on the bed, almost paralyzed under the attack of her mouth, the warm skin of her palms, her hair leaving tingling paths on my chest and stomach as she rained kisses all over my chest, my shoulders, down my side, my stomach, making a stop at my belly button, twirling the tip of her tongue inside of it, her hands resting now in my chest and sliding down as she does, her mouth caressing my stomach, my inner thighs, behind my knees, my calves, and even the soles of my feet, avoiding the place where I want it most, and then up again, repeating the same treatment to my other leg, returning to my stomach, grabbing my... Who is in control now, huh? Yeah, you’re right.

"Fuck me Joey" I almost beg, breathless, my hands cupping her face, taking the hair off her beautiful eyes, making her look at me when I say that.

And God, she does.

I practically haven’t finished the sentence when she is over me, grabbing my dick and guiding me inside of her wet and hot entrance, deep inside of her. She rides me with unleashed passion, urgently, finally free, now taking the role of the dominant one. And I will gladly let her. She’s grinding into me so hard that for a moment I’m afraid she is hurting herself, but the pleasure is clouding my mind and tying my tongue, so I can’t really voice my thoughts, but only let out strangled moans every time she lowers herself against me, taking me in as I place my hands on her hips, incapable of moving, just trying to prevent myself from the fall that I’m about to experiment. The moment where I lose my rational mind, when my body and instinct take over, leaving me undefended to this thing that only she can do to me. I finally explode inside of her in the middle of a glorious moment as Joey is on her way to her second climax, all the tension she’s been building before while tied up, now amounting and seeking for release. I haven’t even recovered my breath yet as I slide my hand between her thighs and I start to rub her clit to help her, watching in awe how her breasts jump up and down as she moves. Joey bites her lips and after reaching her release for the second time, collapses over me, her open wide eyes staring at me under her eyelashes. So sexy that just being here looking at her could kill me. I hold her tight, still fighting to make my own breath normal just like her. And we just stay like this, sweaty skin sliding against sweaty skin, her essence reaching my nostrils, filling me up, making me feel complete. It’s a smell I always take with me, wherever I go. I close my eyes and think of her voice, her skin, her smell, and everything is ok again, no matter what.

With our limbs tangled, our wet bodies pressed together, I reach for the sheets and cover us, the air in the room too cold in contrast with our heated skin. We just cuddle there together, enjoying the afterglow of the sex, in our world, a universe of our own. Content sighs and spontaneous giggles and chuckles just because. Hands that even now can’t stop searching and touching, even if just briefly and with no further purposes. Just looking for each other as we always do.

And I breathe her in, and breathe her in, even after she’s fallen asleep, until I feel my eyelids heavy and let myself drift to dreamland with her. There is no other place I’d rather be.

Part 9

I hear the door of my dorm room slam closed and Dawson’s voice calling for me, I hear him walking towards the bathroom.

"I’m here" I say, as I let myself slide inside the hot water in the bath tub. Man, this feels good. Mmmm...

"Hey" he says, leaning on the frame of the door, sighing and rubbing his eyes with his thumb and his middle finger.

"Someone not had a good day, huh?" I ask, half concerned, half amused as I lean back in the tub.

He looks so tired. He works too much. Sometimes I wonder how hard he works when he’s out there in L.A, and it scares me. I’m sure it’s even worse than when he is here. Here at least he has me to take care of him, but there...

"I just can’t believe that of all times, he had to get sick this week. We’re wrapping the production, and you know how many things need to be done? About a million! And I have no clue how to do it" he tells me, his hand now running through his hair in exasperation.

"Come here" I say, patting the edge of the tub.

He walks towards the tub and sits down on the floor, facing me. I have my arm leaning folded on the edge of the tub, my chin resting on it. Dawson is mirroring my posture right in front of me. I love it when he does that. Or sometimes I am the one who does it: we stand just in the same position, our arms in the same spot, the same angle, even the same expressions on our faces. Jen used to tease us mercilessly about it. But we never realize it when we’re doing it, really, we don’t. It just happens.

"Dawson, come on. You know perfectly well Todd would be lost without you" I say as I comb his hair with my free hand, wetting it "and there must be a reason for that. I’m sure you can do this"

And I really believe it. I know he can. I know he will.

"I went to his hotel room this morning. I was ready to take him out of bed no matter what he said. But he looked miserable" he laughs, and I can hear a sense of satisfaction in his voice that makes me laugh along with him. "So I ended up making him some tea and giving him it in bed".

Now I laugh openly as I imagine the scene in my head, Dawson serving hot and medical tea to Satan himself. Those two are quite a show together. Whether you’re laughing with them or at them. They’re like the odd couple. And what is even better, they truly respect each other, no matter how hard they try to gloss over it.

"Now, I would have loved to see that, Dawson the nurse" I say, laughing and teasing him, moving my head forward so my forehead touches his.

"Hey!" he protests, but laughs along with me.

"Come on, I know the perfect way for you to relax" I say, as I reach for his shirt and start to pull it off. He raises his arms allowing me to remove the cloth and stands up, undoing his pants.

"How long have you been in there by the way?" he asks, nodding to the tub, as the trousers hit the floor and he starts to lower his underwear, his muscles flexing as he moves and his body a temptation I’m sure I won’t be able to resist.

"Just got inside when you arrived" I say, smiling at him, my hands waving under the water, opening my legs for him to settle there. And he does, his back on my chest, with a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.

"Maybe this day won’t be as bad as it seemed after all" he says, leaning on me, my arms draped over his shoulders, falling over his chest. He takes one of my hands and raises it to his lips, planting a kiss on my palm. I kiss the crown of his head and start to rub the tense muscles of his shoulders, undoing the knots, massaging them for a while before he speaks.

"Mmmm... when did you learn to do that?" he asks, his eyes closed, relaxing under my touch.

"About a couple of minutes ago, in this very same tub" I say, my hands now massaging the back of his neck with my thumbs.

"Well, Ms Potter, you have a gift there", he murmurs, half absent, relying on my touch.

I laugh as I keep undoing the knots in his muscles. The same ones I’ve felt flexing under my palms so many times now, in the middle of our bliss.

"A gift where? Is that what it’s called now?" I ask in his ear, teasing him, the tip of my tongue running along its curves. He laughs softly and his hand tries to reach the "gift" between my legs, but I move my leg so he can only barely touch it and he laughs.

"Bad, bad Dawson" I say, giggling and playfully slapping his arm.

Then I push him forward a little, so he is leaning over his legs, curled up to his chest. His back is now totally exposed to me, and I keep massaging him, going down and down till I reach his lower back, then up and down again until I feel him totally relaxed.

I take the soap and rub it in between my hands till I get a lot of lather and start to bathe him slowly, my hands enjoying the feel of his skin and firm body.

"That is even better" he murmurs against his knees, where his head is resting, his hands now caressing the sides of my legs, which are embracing him.

First I wash his nape, his back, and then I make him turn around and I straddle him to wash his chest as he leans against the tub and sighs contently, playing lazily with my breasts and nipples with one hand, the other arm extended over the edge of the tub. I laugh and push his hand off me, giving him a warning look. He just chuckles and looks at me intensely as I keep lathering him.

I lean back and take one of his legs, taking it out of the water and holding it by the ankle I start to wash it too, the soap making his hairy leg white. Then I repeat the process with the other, his skin so soft and hot because of the water it sends shivers down my spine, mostly when I can feel his gaze over me, watching my every move.

Boldly, I let my hands wander along his legs that are resting next to each side of my body until I reach his thighs under the water. Dawson gasps hazily and I look up at him under my eyelashes, his eyes expecting as I let my fingers travel up... a little more up... till I start to wash also his genitalia. He takes a deep intake of air and slides down the water a little more, leaning his head on the tub and closing his eyes for a while before reaching for my hands to stop me.

He smiles as he is now the one who takes the soap and leans forward to me, making me sit back as he is the one now rubbing the soap in between his hands. I feel shivers down my spine, the hair on my arms standing up and my heartbeat accelerating as he gets closer to me with his intense gaze and that smirk on his face.

He takes one of my hands out of the water and starts bathing me: my arm... my shoulder... the other arm, my throat... I let my body fall backwards until I’m resting against the tub and he washes my chest, taking his time on my breasts while soft moans escape my lips. He makes me so... mmm...

When he reaches my stomach it flips and I jump, laughing. He chuckles and it’s time now to wash my legs, his hands roaming over my thighs and ankles, to my feet, biting one of my toes and making me scream happily as he laughs.

Suddenly he drops the soap and takes me in his arms, making me straddle him. He’s hard and he looks longingly at my lips as I smile, noticing his excitement. Soon I can’t resist and my hand slides in between our bodies. I’m stroking him as we let our lips collide and pull back; they touch and we pull back again, laughing, until we finally kiss fully and I wrap myself tight around him, squeezing his body close to mine, water splashing around us as we move against each other, our bodies sliding up and down as we crane out necks to kiss each other, as we embrace and pull closer and closer.

"The water is getting cold" I say, my voice muffled against his lips. I intertwine our fingers as I go back to stroking his already pulsating flesh and caressing his chin with my lips, down to his neck, to his ear "but I’m not... and it seems like you’re not either" I say laughing, as I can feel his erection pressing against me.

He grabs me by the ass, making me gasp and laugh as he positions me in the right spot. I part my legs even more and sigh as he enters me.

"Oh yes" I hear him saying as he buries his face between my breasts and I tangle my hands in his hair. I bit my lip as we start to move, water splashing on us this time, his hands on my lower back, keeping me firmly glued to him, my arms around his shoulders and my hands grasping the wet hair of his nape, forcing him to look up at me and kiss me as I reach the climax after a while. Dawson comes growling as he holds me tight and I leave butterfly kisses all over his face, on the corner of his perfect and kissable lips.

Dawson smiles lazily as he kisses me one more time.

"Is it just me or is the water really cold all of a sudden?" he asks, his mouth over mine and still breathless. "No, definitely not just you" I answer under my breath, biting him playfully.

He grabs my hand, stepping out of the tub and helping me to do the same. Still holding my hand in his he leads me to the room, where we lie on the bed for a while, just cuddling and looking at each other, hungry eyes roaming over hot skin, our hands calmly travelling to places no one else is able to know or touch, but us.

It feels terribly good to be here doing nothing but this. Terribly good. And I pity the rest of the world for not having what I have.

Soon our mouths are drawn to each other, our lips caressing, our tongues licking tenderly, as if trying to capture each other’s flavor carefully, making sure we don’t miss a thing.

Slowly, erotically, we keep kissing and our hands wandering. Dawson leans on his elbow and kisses my forehead first. Then he caresses my face and his hand goes down to my neck... my collarbone...

I arch my body under his touch as he hovers over me, leaning against me without touching me, his left hand exploring my breasts. I watch him as he watches me, amazed, as if this was happening for the first time.

With his hand opened, he lets his palm touch lightly my nipple, the contact making me shiver, seeing it hardened. He draws my breast with his finger and when I bite my lip, he finally grabs it and squeezes it gently, massaging it, and I can feel my heart racing.

Even though I have my eyes closed, immersed in the sensations he makes me feel, I notice him bowing down, his breath hot and wet hitting me, kissing my heavy breast all around, before taking the hard nipple into his mouth. The skin under my ribcage, my hot stomach filled with butterflies, are the next targets of his explorations, each of his touches making my flesh contract and flinch, making me moan softly and shamelessly. He strokes my stomach and draws a trail of kisses down to it from my chest, both of his hands now holding my waist, his tongue playing with my belly button, my hands buried in his hair, my body deliciously shaking under his contact, my legs nestling him.

When he loves me like this, with no hurry, with such a slow and consuming rapture, each and every nerve of my body responds as if I was boiling little by little, each pore in my skin leading to an explosion that I can fathom and can hardly wait for. Taking me higher, higher, controlling me with no effort, possessing me with the sweetest and the most passionate of touches I’ve ever known.

Dawson’s hands go down, to my hips, down, to my thighs, my breath heavy, my head already spinning as he looks up at me. He tenderly touches my face and his finger draws the contour of my lips. I catch the finger and suck it in and out, my eyes still on his.

“I can see you got something on your mind Joey” - he says, his voice husky, a little growl from the back of his throat, electricity passing through our bodies, pressed together.

I smile as I take his hand in mine and take his finger out my mouth to where I want it to be. Dawson gives me that little smirk of his that means "I so knew what you wanted", and proceeds to give me exactly that. In the same slow torture he has been bestowing upon me since we left the tub, he fingers me consciously, determined, taking me almost to the point of no return. But before I get there he rubs his body against mine, removing his finger as he moves up and down, his erection hitting my inner thigh each time.

We kiss and kiss, tongues colliding and seeking for each other, confining ourselves to a part of the bed which now seems too big as our bodies are clasped to each other, our limbs entangled, his face nestled in my arms, our fingers intertwined above our heads. We gasp for air and as he looks into my eyes as he sinks into my body with a long, deep stroke that takes me by surprise, my broken moan as proof, my eyelids trembling as I stare into his dark blue eyes.

"I thought you were tired" I say, panting, bucking my hips up to him.

"Me too" he moans.

I feel him moving in and out of me, his hand on my nape, holding my head as he bites my parted lips and he knits his eyebrows, his face contorted. I gasp and my mouth is drawn fully to his, kissing him breathless, my lungs hurting and my blood rushing through my veins as tension builds and builds inside of me again. Dawson is becoming impatient as well and drives inside of me with all his heart, and I can’t help but scream content, my hips hitting his as I move them up and down following the rhythm of his thrusts. He holds me tight as he moves, his weight over me intoxicating and finally all hell breaks lose. I finally explode, crying his name, holding him close to me, our foreheads leaning to each other. I feel his hot fluid spread inside me, Dawson’s breathing as laboured as mine calling for me as well, the afterglow of sex leaving us hanging there, the world still spinning around us.

Little by little, everything goes back to normal again and we rest there, too tired and too sated to even try to move or do anything but just stay here, in bed, close to each other, talking and laughing, about his day, about mine, and night falls and leaves the dorm shrouded in darkness. And I think: "wow, if I could stop time in one particular moment, I think it would be this one".

Or maybe not.

There are so many more to come...

Part 10

(Los Angeles, spring break.)

We’re sitting on the sofa of his dinning room. The apartment is nice. Not too big, but not too small either. He has a VCR, a DVD, and a Hi-Fi stereo. And L.A is fantastic. So big and fascinating, there are so many things to do! We’ve spent the last two days going up and down, so today we just stayed at his house, sleeping right through (most of) the morning and eating whatever it was that he had in the fridge, but it tasted good all the same. So here we are now, watching some TV. Or trying to at least. Dawson is half lying on the left side of the sofa and he has the remote (as usual, some things just never change), changing from one channel to another, his latest script in process lying on the table. I am just reading a book for my next assignment at college. And let me tell you, it’s pretty boring.

"God! All that’s on TV is crap, and we have already seen three DVDs today. Are you sure you don’t wanna go out for a walk or something?" - he asks me, distractedly caressing my legs that are folded and resting in his lap as I’m lying on the opposite side of the sofa from him.

"Not yet, but what about this evening? We could go to that restaurant you took me to my first day here, remember? It was beautiful" - I say, smiling at the memory. Dates with Dawson are always a little present, and even more in a place like this city.

"Sounds great to me" - he says, smiling back.

My foot is now tucked under Dawson’s shirt, moving my sole against the skin of his stomach while I’m still reading the damn book.

"Joey"

"Huh?"

A little giggle escapes his lips, making me look up at him over my book and smile.

"You’re tickling me" he says, and laughs softly as I rub my feet faster, making a circular motion with my toe over his skin.

"Really?" I say, clearly in playful mood now.

"Yes, really" he answers, trying to keep my feet still grabbing it with his hand.

And that’s how we start to fight. Dawson grabs my feet, pulling my leg over him. I yell and laugh, trying to kick myself free. (God, I love it when we fight like this, like we used to do when we were young teenagers…. Although of course now the end of the fights are always…slightly different). Dawson reaches for my other leg but I avoid him and not only that, but in a quick move, I manage to release my other leg from his grip, launching myself at him by surprise. Now it’s Dawson’s turn to shout a complaint as my body crashes against his, his hands gripping my hips as I bite his neck. Dawson, trying to release his poor flesh from my teeth, flips me over on the sofa, my body pinned under his. I kick my legs, laugh and yell, Dawson trying to avoid my fits, his hands frantically trying to grab my wrists. He laughs when I try to creep to the floor from under him, which only causes him to hold me firmly between his legs.

"Dawson, stop it!!" I finally yell, laughing.

"You started it!" he complains, finally catching one of my wrists. Dammit.

"No, I didn’t, I was just reading" I say, laughing and still lying under him.

"Oh, oh, you were just reading..." Dawson shoots back at me, his eyebrows arched in a sceptical look, his body still positioned above mine. He is so close to me that I can see the little hazel points in his blue eyes. God, I could get lost in those eyes.

"Yes" I reply a clearly playful tone in my voice as my eyes now divert to his mouth, so… kissable. God, is it getting hot in here?

“Ok then” he says, releasing me and going back to his previous position on the couch. I just lay motionless on the sofa, too shocked to say anything. “If that’s the case, just keep on reading, I’m sure that is an amazing book” he says as he picks up the remote again and starts going through channels once more.

Ha. As if.

"Actually..." - I know I’m smiling anything but friendly and I know he has noticed the way I’m getting closer to him because he has this "what-are-you-planning-on-doing-now?" look on his face - "... I was thinking…” as I remove his shirt and he smiles languidly at me “that I prefer to pay” I unzip his pants “all my attention” and pulls them down along with the underwear “… to you" I say, as I straddle a now naked Dawson (who opposed no resistance, mind you) and take his hand, placing it over his member.

"I knew it wouldn’t last” he says, pretending this is kinda annoying. I just smile at him “You’re sooo bad" - he says now, half laughing, but he accommodates himself on the sofa just the same and starts touching himself, a hand on his balls, the other one stroking the member slowly. He sighs and rests his head on the sofa, closing his eyes. It’s not strange to him that I ask him to masturbate in front of me. I’ve done it before. I find it rather sexy and it makes me really hot. I know he feels the same when I’m the one doing myself for him.

I smile, my arms resting on each side of his head as I watch him stroke his member that grows larger with each caress, and start to talk to him, whispering in his ear as I watch his movements.

"What are you thinking about now Dawson? Of the moments when you’re inside me, moving inside of me? You always say that I’m so soft and hot, my flesh so smooth. Are you thinking about the times you’re penetrating me between my legs, in and out my pussy?” he gasps and I smile even wider “Or are you thinking of the times you do my backside, crushing against my buttocks, deep inside me, where no one else had ever been before?" I ask, a half smile curling my mouth as I watch his reaction to my words.

He groans, throwing his head back, his mouth open, and he speeds up his pace a little as I keep talking and talking, nuzzling his neck, biting his lip, my hand over his, encouraging him to go faster and harder.

"Are you thinking about the times I do you with my mouth" I ask, as I give a long lick to his face and he turns his face to kiss me even though it’s hard for him to breath. I open my mouth for him and he slides his tongue inside of me. We kiss hard, wild and noisily as I feel his body shaking, his arm bumping up and down furious. I break the kiss and look at his hands down there.

"You’re almost there honey" I say, still breathless from the kiss, resting my forehead on his as I look down to watch his hand job "Hurry up, I need you so much. I need your mouth so much" I say, closing my eyes just at the thought, feeling my lips tense, swollen and wet in between my legs, throbbing lightly and desperately needing the release only he can give me. I remove my shirt impatiently and press his face in between my breasts gently, his mouth opening and sucking hard over my skin, his mouth taking one of my harden nipples inside. I reach down for his hand, my body lightly bouncing due to his movements, until he finally comes, lightly biting the breast that is still in his mouth.

I moan lightly, my tension almost unbearable. Dawson looks at me, releasing my breast, his lips parted and his breath ragged. He pulls me to the sofa and I lay there as he removes my pants and my panties in a hurry, his dick still semi erected. I’m a mess of jello and pulsating flesh and when he parts my legs and buries his face there, I could almost scream. His hands go to my neck, down to my shoulders, pushing me down, more against his mouth. Then they go down my chest, squeezing my breasts, down my stomach, to my thighs, lifting one of my legs over the back of the sofa, placing the other one on the table. I’m totally exposed to him, I can hear him sucking on me and that only makes me hotter, suffocating me even more till I can’t help but scream his name while I pull on his hair and to the hell with his neighbours.

My hips are bucking, my toes curling, his tongue is plunging inside of me and everything is blurry but his fingers digging into my thighs and the way my stomach contracts as the tension builds up, his tongue now moving in wild circles, his lips sucking hard. My back arches and I scream (once more) as I come. Then I collapse on the sofa and he crawls kissing (and biting my tummy, which makes me jump) all the way up my body till we’re face to face. He’s smiling mischievously and I crack my neck when I place my hand on his nape, so his lips will crush to mine when I pull him down to me. He opens his mouth for me and I taste myself on him as we kiss slowly and our tongues dance together, his hands roaming over my naked body, mines travelling down his spine, grabbing his butt, pushing his body against mine, needing to feel his weight. He is all sweaty (I am too) and smells spicy and strong and so… Dawson.

"I think… we better… call… the restaurant" - he manages to say in between kisses. I sigh and loosen my hold of him, disentangling my legs from around his waist, nodding my head.

"Yeah, we better do that" I murmur as I kiss him one last time.

He stands up and picks up his cell from the pocket in his trousers that were lying on the floor. As he dials the number and makes our reservation standing right in front of me with his back turned to me, I watch him and smile. He just keeps getting better with time; I don’t know how he does it. And then there is this whole new attitude of the man he has become, that you can even appreciate the way he makes a reservation for dinner: the security, his voice firm, the exact words he has to use, the seriousness that he uses for it. The boy that I used to love has been left behind, and the man he has become makes me love him even more.

And God, he makes me horny too, I think as I sit and bite his butt, making him jump just like he did when he bit me before. He sends me a warning look over his shoulder and I laugh before I stand up, circling his waist from behind, pressing my breasts (with my nipples still hard) to his back and suckling on his nape and the curve of his neck while my hands roam over his chest and stomach.

"Yeah, Leery. Dawson Leery"

I laugh softly and mock him: "Yes, Bond. James Bond". He contains the laughter as I round his body so I’m facing him and he closes his eyes when I cup his ass and I laugh while licking his neck and chin, up to his lips. He tastes good. It’s one of the things I always remember when we’re apart: the way he tastes, the way he smells…

"Ok, thanks" - he says, his eyes still closed and his face turning to me, searching for my lips as he hangs up the phone. He throws it to the sofa and squeezes my body to his. I smile against his mouth and finally manage to break the kiss and separate our lips a couple of inches away.

"I think if we really wanna make it to the dinner, we better stop this here" I say, as I avoid his lips, searching for mine. He sighs frustrated and I laugh, caressing his hair.

"I hate it when you get all logical and responsible in moments like this" he says, furrowing his brow, giving me one last deep kiss before releasing me. "Anyway, I think I better have a shower" he says, walking towards the bathroom.

"Hmmmm... sounds good to me" I say to myself as I know I’m wearing what can only be described as a mischievous grin. Again.

Slowly, I approach the bathroom and I see his silhouette behind the glass of the shower. I open the doors and step inside of it.

“Surprise” I say as he turns around and faces me, a smile spreading quickly on his face.

“Weren’t we suppose to be responsible and all that?”

“Well, I changed my mind” I smile and he grabs me and pulls me under the hot stream of water, making me squeal and laugh. I put my arms around his neck and we start kissing languidly and slowly. I wash his hair, splashing all around and we both laugh like fools. He covers me with soap and caresses me in the process.

Soon I’m helpless in his arms and he presses my body against him, which leads me to notice his erection, causes me to smile and open my eyes. His are fixed on me and the desire in them hits me as it always does. My body’s temperature rises and my breathing becomes quicker. He buries his hand in my hair and pulls my head back, my throat exposed to him. He kisses my throat, my chin and the he leans me on the cold wall of the shower. I shiver as he presses me there and lifts one of my legs to the border of the bathtub. The water is still falling over us, or more than likely, over his back, when he penetrates me. He moves slowly, one arm circling my hips with his hand cupping my butt, the other one holding my lifted leg. I start to move with him, and I grip my hands to his shoulders as our bodies collide again and again. I feel my insides melting, the hot water falling over us, the sound of the stream hitting the floor of the shower, Dawson’s moans in my ear, turning more into cries as the moment of bliss approaches and I bit my lip in silence. Then every sound seems to come from far away, listening to them as if I was in a bubble. With a shudder, I come and Dawson finally lets go with one last push, standing still after that, we’re both breathing hard. Little by little, everything returns to normal and I hear the sounds surrounding me again.

Dawson slides from inside of me and kisses me lightly on the lips as we wash each other for the last time. Then I take his hand and he takes me out of the shower, covering both of us with a towel.

“We’re so gonna be late” I say, and he laughs....

To be continued

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No infrigement intended, we're using the characters of Dawson Leery and Joey Potter just for fun. We are in no way affiliated to the WB or Sony company, neither to Kevin Williamson, his creator.