“Tell me what you need, Ry,” Dawson’s warm words spilled out just below my ear.
I didn’t know how to respond. I knew he wasn’t saying it like Drew had when he would make me tell him to fuck my * or tell him that I wanted him in my mouth, or sick shit like that. It was more attentive toward me, but I still didn’t know what I wanted. Well, I knew what I wanted I just knew that I couldn’t say it out loud.
“Touch me.”
What? Where the hell did that come from?
Dawson slid his hand down my body and across the silk of my panties. I moaned and thrust my hips into him. I knew I was wet, and he could feel it through the cloth, but I didn’t care. I wanted to take them off anyway.
He moved his fingers around the elastic on my right leg and I felt faint. Holy mother of Pearl, did he feel good. He slid me out of my panties and continued his task. I finally worked up the nerve to release him from his own constricting jeans, and moved my hands to between us. I didn’t let the contact of our lips break. I needed that distraction.
I worked my hand up and down him while his continued pleasing me, beneath him. It was a small step, but I felt proud. I wished I could get enough nerve to tell him to do that thing that he did so well with his tongue and mouth, but I would surely die of embarrassment.
“What are you thinking right this second?” he whispered to my lips.
“I don’t know, Dawson,” I panted with a heavy breath.
“Yes. You do. Tell me what you need, Ry?”
“I can’t. I just need for you to do it.”
“I can’t read your mind.”
“I beg to differ. You’re always reading my mind.”
“And I think I know what you want, but you have to tell me. I want you to be open with me, and I want to give you your every desire.”
We kissed some more, and I was hoping he was done with that request.
“Tell me, Riley.”
“I want you to go down on me.”
There. I said it.
I meant to say that he was already doing everything right, but for some reason those words just fell right out of my mouth.
“That’s my girl,” he smiled with one more kiss as he made his way ever so torturing down my body.
We both moaned at precisely the same time. Drew could have never made me feel like that. The orgasms weren’t even the same. Orgasms with Drew were just that, an orgasm. With Dawson they were a mixture of emotions, love, sensations, feelings, senses and affection, all tangled up in one.
As soon as I felt Dawson sensually slide his finger into me, I let go, clinching the sheet and arching my back from the release.
Dawson made his way back to my lips and then moved to my side.
Um...What are you doing?
I was puzzled briefly as he pulled me close and whispered that he loved me.
“I love you too, but don’t you have something to finish?” I bluntly asked. We hadn’t had sex yet.
“You did finish. I’m sure of it,” he smiled.
“You didn’t.”
“I don’t need to. This wasn’t about me.”
“Bullshit, Dawson. You have a hard on.”
Dawson laughed at my boldness. “I wasn’t planning on taking care of me. I want you to know that I will always take care of you without asking for something in return.”
“Okay. That’s just great,” I said, feeling my anger evolving.
“What. Ry?”
“You. You’re not a God damn shrink. Stop trying to fix me. That’s the stupidest thing I have ever heard of.
Why couldn’t you have just made love to me? Why do you have to go and investigate everything?”
“You’re mad because I am trying to show you that I am here for you?”
I blew out a puff of air and dropped back to the bed. It was over. I didn’t want to have sex anymore anyway, and if he brought up one thing about finishing my story, I swore, I would punch him.
He didn’t. He never said another word. He snuggled next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. I presumed he didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to say. I just knew that I was tired of the constant Dr. Phil attitude. It was driving me crazy.
***
“You okay?” Starlight asked as I dropped the refill of the Styrofoam cups for the second time.
I wasn’t okay. I had a horrible headache, and just wanted to go home to my couch alone. I didn’t want Dawson there, and just wanted to be alone. I knew he had planned on coming there. We hadn’t spent a night apart in months, but I needed a break. I needed to breathe without him up my ass.
“Yeah. I’m fine, just fighting a headache is all.”
Starlight walked over to the shelf and looked through the different teas. She filled my peace mug with hot water and seeped the teabag.
“Drink this. It’s lemon balm, it’ll help. I have some good news for you, well maybe. I hope it’s good news anyway.”
Star stopped talking when a tourist couple came to pay for their novelty items, coffee and Danishes. I thanked them after ringing them up and turned back to Star.
“Drink,” she said first, wanting me to drink the herbal tea. “I just got the schedule for the next swap meet.