I nodded, and brought my hands around his back, pulling him down further on top of me.
I needed to feel his skin on mine. I needed to feel him moving above me, claiming me with everything he had.
Being in this moment with Dawson felt like I was finally returning home after a really, really long time away.
He felt right, and I hadn’t felt like I’d been right for almost seven years now.
Seven years too long.
He moved his body over mine, his cock pulling back and then slowly entering me again. An emotional yearning flew through my body, my nipples tightening and my core burning with intense heat.
It was like a ball of fire bouncing around all over my body.
It was so much pleasure that I couldn’t focus on anything other than the way my toes were curling and the way I was angling my b
ody up towards his, basking in the way his dick felt as it rubbed inside of me.
“Holy fuck, Ivy,” he muttered, pausing for a second and allowing me to ride his rod, curving my body up towards his, rubbing back and forth.
I felt my eyes shutting, but I still saw Dawson. I still felt Dawson. I felt like the rest of my heart, the part that I had taken with me when I was forced to leave six years ago, was literally climbing out of my chest and climbing right into his, nestling up to its other half.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Ivy,” he whispered, finally coming back down and meeting my thrusts again.
I was well over the edge by the time his words hit my ears. I spiraled out of control, yelling out his name in my release, feeling completely stricken with emotion.
Dawson thrusted a few more times before pausing. I felt his dick pulse inside of me, stuttering and then completely breaking loose.
My mouth parted in amazement as I studied the pleasure on his face. His eyes clutched together, forming small wrinkles around their edges, before he dropped his head down low, sweat beads forming on his temples.
He lowered on top of me, his heart rapidly beating against my own sky-rocketing pulse.
We lay like that for what felt like hours, but at the same time, it didn’t quite feel long enough by the time he rolled off me.
His cum slowly dribbled out of me, as I still lay flat on my back. And then that’s when I realized, we didn’t use a condom.
I was on the pill.
Had been since I started dating Eric, but Dawson…
Dawson just broke up with Breanna, and from what Becca had told me over the years, she was not a saint and I had a feeling Dawson hadn’t been, either.
“Dawson,” I whispered, feeling fearful at the thought of us being so caught up in each other that we didn’t pause to think about anything else.
“Yeah,” he whispered back, turning his head towards mine. I could barely see him in the pitch black of my room, but it only took my eyes a few seconds to adjust.
“We…” I bit my lip, curling up on my side. “We didn’t use protection.”
Dawson’s entire body tensed. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Ivy. I just assumed you were on the pill or something…”
“I am—” I hurriedly said. “But… the pill doesn’t protect against, you know.”
Dawson slowly brought his hand under his head, hauling his torso up to stare down at me. His head tilted to the side as a small smile broke out along his lips.
“I’ve never, ever gone without a condom before.”
My brow hitched. “What? You’re totally lying.”
He was quick to protest. “I would never lie to you. You know that.”