She was just starting to think she might come when Dawson stopped what he was doing. She opened her mouth to protest, but all that came out was another moan as she felt him slide his finger deep inside her pussy. Oh yeah. That worked, too.
Dawson moved his finger in and out, fucking her slowly with it as his tongue found the hollow right above her ass. Kate clenched the bed sheet in her fists, pushing back into his hand.
“Faster,” she begged. “Move your finger faster.”
Dawson obeyed, wiggling his finger in and out of her wetness more quickly. As good as what he was doing felt, she yearned for something else right now.
She craned her neck to give him a pleading look over her shoulder. “I need you inside me. Now!”
Desire in his eyes, Dawson slid his finger out of her pussy, then took her arm and gently pulled her to her feet. Although her ass didn’t sting nearly as much as it had a few moments ago, Kate automatically reached around to cup her cheeks in her hands as she watched Dawson hurriedly unbutton his jeans and put on a condom. Much to her surprise, her bottom was still warm to the touch and she couldn’t resist giving it a firm squeeze.
“Turn around and sit down on my cock,” Dawson commanded softly.
As Kate turned around, her panties fluttered to the floor and she wondered if she should take off the rest of her clothes, but then decided to leave them on instead. There was something very exciting about having sex with their clothes on, like they were so hot for each other, they didn’t even want to take the time to undress.
Lifting her skirt, Kate positioned herself over Dawson ’s shaft and slowly lowered herself onto his hard length. He grasped her hips, holding her in place while his cock pulsed inside her. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs and leaned back against his chest as he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.
“Is this what you wanted, my cock buried deep inside you like this?” he asked, his voice deep and husky in her ear.
She closed her eyes and let out a sound that was half sigh, half moan. “God, yes!”
He kissed the side of her neck again. “Ride me.”
Kate did as he told her, moving up and down on his shaft with a slow, steady rhythm that pushed him deep into her pussy each time.
Dawson gripped her hips, controlling her pace when she started to move faster. “Nice and slow, just like that.”
Kate didn’t know if it was the position or not, but every time she came down on him, his cock came into contact with her G-spot, sending little ripples of pleasure through her. Knowing the sensation would be even more intense if she came down on him harder, she began to move faster. Each time she did, her tender ass cheeks smacked against his hard thighs, making it feel like she was getting spanked all over again, which only doubled her pleasure.
Suddenly remembering Dawson had wanted her to ride him slowly, she was half afraid he might rein her in like he had before, but instead of trying to control her pace, he went with it, thrusting his hips up to meet her every time she came down on him.
Kate clutched his thighs with her hands and leaned forward, bouncing up and down on him wildly as he pumped his cock into her. Each thrust pushed her a little closer to orgasm and when she finally toppled over the edge into ecstasy, she let out one long continuous scream of pleasure that seemed to echo around the room.
Behind her, Dawson tightened his hold on her hips and pulled her back hard against him, letting out a low, hoarse groan as he found his own release.
Afterward, Dawson wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his as he hugged her close. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
As she leaned back into him, Kate realized she wasn’t just talking about the sex, either, though that was certainly off the charts. She’d never felt so comfortable so quickly or clicked so completely with a man in her life. While part of her thought that was wonderful, another part wondered why it was happening with a guy she’d already decided she was only going to hook up with for the weekend.
Chapter Three
Kate and Dawson spent the rest of the day in bed, which was something she’d never done with any of the other men she dated. She just never had the desire to laze around in bed after having sex with any of them. Then again, the sex had never been as good with them, either.
Not that she and Dawson had sex the whole time, of course. They also spent a good portion of the day simply lying in each other’s arms talking about everyday ordinary stuff like family and work and what they both liked to do in their free time. Like her, Dawson was a Seattle native, but whereas she was an only child, he had an older brother to get into trouble with, and she laughed as he told her one funny story after another about the mischief the two of them had gotten into growing up. While she didn’t think tales of her own childhood were nearly as amusing, she still managed to entertain him with stories about all the things she and her friends had done. All the while they were laughing, Kate had to swear him to secrecy. She didn’t want the other women to know she’d broken the sacred girl-code by revealing all the embarrassing stuff they’d done. If she’d stopped to think about it, Kate might have censored what she said a little bit more, but Dawson was so easy to talk to that she found herself sharing things with him she’d never told another guy.
In fact, she and Dawson talked so much while they were lying there in bed that Kate didn’t think they could possibly come up with anything more to talk about over dinner. When they went out to the balcony later that night after room service came, however, she discovered she was wrong. As the conversation continued to flow without any of those uncomfortable silences, she realized how much she and Dawson had in common. They liked the same kind of movies, they listened to the same music, they even liked to hang out at a lot of the same clubs in Seattle.
Without even meaning to, she found herself mentally running through her checklist as they ate and putting a check mark beside each thing she came to. She was more than halfway through the list when she abruptly remembered she wasn’t supposed to be sizing up Dawson as a potential husband. This thing with him was a weekend fling and at the end of it, they would go their separate ways. They had both agreed to it. That was getting more and more difficult to remember, though, especially when he was shaping up to be the most perfect guy she’d ever met.
Kate took a sip of wine, eyeing him over the rim of the glass as he casually leaned back in his chair. Even if she wanted to explore their relationship further, she couldn’t. She was the one who had made the rules about this being a no-strings-attached affair. Heck, she’d practically spelled it out in big, block letters for him. She couldn’t simply change her mind in the middle of things, no matter how much she might want to. Dawson would think she was a complete nutcase. She was just going to have to settle for enjoying their little fling while it lasted.
Afraid Dawson would notice she’d suddenly zoned out, Kate forced herself to stop being introspective and focus on what he was saying. He was talking about the latest summer blockbuster, which he’d recently seen and liked.
Kate groaned at the name. So much for liking the same movies. “Oh God, I hated that movie.”
Dawson looked at her incredulously. “You’re kidding. It’s one of the best action movies of all time.”
She laughed. “I should have known you’d like all that stuff blowing up.”
He chuckled. “I’m a guy. It’s in my DNA.”
She shook her head. Men. As long as a movie had special effects and things exploding, they didn’t need something as unimportant as a storyline getting in the way.