his as he tugged her pants off, stripping her down to only her panties. Zoey propped herself up on her elbows, watching him with anticipation of what was to come.
“You have too many clothes.” She toed at his jeans, giggling as Dawson stood and shucked his pants.
Zoey sucked in a breath when Dawson stood before her, naked. His cock was the most beautiful one she’d ever seen. It was thick, long, and dripping with desire.
“Holy shit.” Zoey wasn’t a virgin, but her sexual experiences were limited, and she’s never been with anyone as large as Dawson. “I don’t think you’re going to fit.”
“It’ll fit. But first,” Smirking, he kneeled down, tugging her legs toward him so her butt rested on the edge. “I’ve been dying to taste this sweet pussy.”
He draped her legs over his shoulders and nipped at her thighs as he licked his way towards her center. Zoey let out a moan as Dawson swiped his tongue through her seam, his lips latching on to her sensitive bud swollen with need. Zoey screamed out, the sensation almost too much for her to handle. Dawson pushed in and out of her folds, fucking her core with his tongue as he lapped at her juices. He slipped in a finger, curving it to the spot that was like the launch switch to a rocket.
Zoey felt her stomach tighten. The electric tingles of her orgasm skimming across the surface of her skin, until finally it burst free tearing from her lips as she screamed out Dawson’s name.
Dawson grinned, kissing his way up her body, swirling his tongue around her nipple on his journey up her delicious curves. Finally reaching her face, he captured her mouth with his. Dawson laced his fingers with hers, pressing her hands above her head as he wedged his body between her thighs.
Slowly as if to torture them both, Dawson eased himself inside her. “Fuck…” He groaned, pausing to give her time to adjust. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“I need you to move.“ Zoey flexed her core around his shaft as her legs wrapped tightly around his ass and pulled him in.
Dawson closed his eyes and counted to ten in his head, praying he didn’t go off like a randy teenager. When his eyes opened, they blazed with a fierceness that made Zoey gasp. With his gaze held captive in Zoey’s eyes, Dawson whispered his final warning.
“This is it… this is where I brand you as mine.”
Dawson eased out, slamming back in, finding a rhythm that matched her screams. He was like a man in need—frenzied by her touch.
Zoey could feel the passion building, her body taut with need. Dawson knew precisely where and how to work her body. She tensed, screaming out his name as another orgasm rippled out of her. Dawson stiffened as he lost control, spilling his seed deep within her walls.
“Holy shit.” He heaved a breath as he rolled off her. He felt the loss the moment his semi-hard cock slipped out. “That was…”
“Amazing.” Zoey finished his words as he tugged her against his side.
“Fuck,” Dawson rolled to look at her, “I forgot a condom.”
Zoey’s eyes grew round. “Oh…” she looked away briefly before looking at him. “It’ll be ok.”
“I’m sorry. I guess I got caught up and dropped the ball.”
“Seriously. It’s ok. I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I’m clean.“ Zoey traced her finger in circles on his chest.
“Me too. Clean, I mean. I got tested when I started with the department, and I haven’t been with anyone since moving here.”
“Really? I figured a man like you had women lining up around the corner.” She pressed her lips to his bare skin.
Dawson’s stomach grumbled, saving him from having to explain himself.
Zoey giggled. “Hungry?”
He ran his hands down her back. “I could eat.”
Zoey shifted out of his arms and stood. Grabbing a towel, Zoey cleaned herself off. She grabbed his t-shirt and slipped it over her head. Dawson wasn’t a small man, so his shirt was big on her. Dawson pulled on his boxers and followed her to the counter. He sat on the stool, watching as Zoey heated their food in the microwave.
“So…” Zoey smiled as she scooped noodles onto plates, “I guess this was not a non-date.”
Dawson tugged her hand into his. “Zoey—I think we both know there is no way I can be just friends. I like you way too much.”
Zoey nodded. “I just…” She turned, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. When she turned back, he was watching her. “Why me, Dawson? I like you… a lot. But you could have anyone you want.”
Dawson stood from the stool and wrapped his arms around her. “I like you, Zoey. I thought you could tell.” He pressed his growing erection into her backside. “Will you give me a chance?”
Zoey turned in his arms. Eyeing him, she stood on her tiptoes and press her lips to his. “Yes. Now let’s eat. I worked up an appetite.”
Dawson helped Zoey carry the plates to the couch. Zoey propped her feet on Dawson’s lap and turned on a rom-com. They ate silently, pretending to watch the movie… knowing neither was actually focused on the screen. When Zoey was done, she set her plate on the table. Dawson set his empty dish next to hers. He grinned at her as he leaned against the couch.
He slid his hand up her bare leg, slipping his hand beneath the edge of her shirt between her legs. Zoey watched him, spreading her knees to allow him easier access. Dawson leaned forward, pushing his finger into her core as he captured her lips in a scorching kiss. He pumped his digit into her wet center, drawing out a moan. Zoey pressed her hand into his chest and shoved him back against the couch and straddled him. Their mouths tangled, tongues dancing in a sensual make-out session.
Zoey lifted, slipping her hand beneath the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs, and freed his cock. Spearing herself on his rod, Zoey moaned as she moved. Dawson gripped her hips, thrusting himself inside her as she rocked against him. Her movements became hurried as she raced towards her release. Gripping his shoulders, Zoey screamed out as she squirted all over his dick. Dawson moaned, his balls tightening as he shot his load into her walls.
“FUCK.” He grunted, spearing her from below.
Zoey collapsed against him. “That was some awesome dessert.”
She slowly stood, slipping off his lap, and grabbed a handful of napkins. She wiped the sticky mess from her legs and tossed them into the trashcan.
Glancing at the clock, “Shit… I have to be up in six hours to open the store.”
Dawson realized it was nearly midnight. “I should go.”
Standing, he grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled them on. Zoey went to pull off his shirt, but Dawson stopped her.
“Keep it. It looks good on you.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “How about a real date this week?”
“I’d like that. When are you on shift again?”
“Monday. Off Tuesday and Wednesday.”
Zoey smiled at him. “I close early on Wednesday. How about dinner at six?”
“I’ll pick you up.”
“Ok. Dawson,” Zoey leaned against the open door. “I had a good time tonight.”
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss, “Me too. Get some sleep.”
Zoey watched him walk down her steps and disappear out the door. She hadn’t felt this happy in a long time.