Alayna moans desperately, gripping my shoulder blades as I slowly guide myself inside of her. We're both gasping into each other's mouths, and my hands are in her hair as I push a little deeper into her. Alayna's eyes flutter to a close and her head...
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Me and Dawson settle on his bed with his laptop at our feet, a movie playing. I had my head resting on his shoulder and his hands clasped in front of him. I kind of hoped that he would have put his arm around me, but it's obvious that this is his first time being in a relationship, and I didn't want to rush him.
"I love this movie." I mumble, getting comfortable. My hand dips into the bowl of popcorn between us and I'm munching on a mouthful, already. Dawson chuckles from beside me, and a nervous blush creeps up my neck. My hair suddenly feels sticky on my skin, so I pull it back into a bun, keeping it in place with a hair bobble.
I lean back again, my eyes glancing to Dawson, but his eyes were already on me. He smiles lazily at me, and I fight the twitch of my lips that's making its way onto my face. "You're so pretty." He whispers, and a blush creeps onto my face. Slowly, Dawson lifts his hand and moves a strand of my loose hair out of my face.
"Thank you." I murmur, gazing at him. My stomach fluttered from the butterflies and my heart jumped out of my chest and landed right in Dawson's hands. My eyes flicker to his lips, and all of a sudden, I've forgotten about the movie.
We're both leaning forward and it's like my brain turns to fog as our lips touch. Dawson is cupping my face with his hands and I'm holding myself up with my elbow. He moves back, his eyes flickering all over my face before he shakes his head, smiling.
He kisses me again, more passionately this time. I sigh into the kiss, lifting myself a little and leaning towards him. One of his hands leaves my face and he swings at the popcorn bowl. I gasp as I hear it clatter onto the ground. "Oh my God." I whisper against his mouth. "You just made a huge mess." I told him.
"I don't care." He mumbles, and then I'm laying down. Dawson is slowly climbing on top of me as he kisses me, and I'm gasping and softly moaning. His hands stay on my face, like he's scared to touch me anywhere else.
"Are you okay?" I ask him, and he slowly nods his head. He carefully sits up, his eyes flickering all over my body. I watch as his shaky hand reaches out and pulls at my bobble.
My hair falls down my back and frames my face and I slowly lift my hand to the top of my chequered shirt, undoing the top button. Dawson's eyes flicker down to my chest before he looks up, his breath heavy and short. His mouth parts and he licks his bottom lip as I continue to unbutton my shirt.
When I'm left in my bra, Dawson leans forward and carefully kisses me again, his hands on the side of my hips, resting on the bed. I'm hot and sweaty and I need him to put his hand on me before I die from frustration.
"Touch me." I whisper against his lips, and I pull at his forearm. Dawson sighs against my lips, one of his hands rising to my chin, lifting it up so he can kiss my neck. His lips touch my skin and I gasp, my eyes closing.
His lips travel delicately down my neck and gently caress my collarbone. My hands grip his shoulders as he steadily lowers me back onto the bed. Shivers run through me at the feel of his skin on my skin and excitement tightens the bottom of my stomach as Dawson gets closer to my breasts.
