My Beautiful Boy ✔️

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It's the third time Dawson's been to my house. And the second time he's been in my room. I watch with nerves bubbling in the bottom of my belly as he looks around, his eyes falling on every inch of my room. His fingers skim across my desk and the pictures I have stuck to my mirror of my family and friends. There's pictures of my friends from Egypt and my current friends as well.

I stand in the middle of my room, my hands clasped behind my back in skittishness. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a small, barely-visible smile on Dawson's face as he looked at the pictures. He looks at the small, colourful boxes in the corner of my room, filled with college textbooks.

He turns around to face me, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his cargo pants. Dawson approaches me slowly, gazing softly down at me. "I like it." He smiles, moving a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Very... homely." He adds, reaching up and pulling out the clip that is holding up my hair. My hair falls onto my shoulders and down my back, releasing into waves.

Dawson pulls at a curl before releasing, watching it bounce back into shape. Then, the tip of his fingers ran down the skin of my cheek and down the bridge of my nose and across my jaw and around my lips, just as I had done an hour ago.

Then, his arm circles around my waist as he presses his lips to mine, cupping my cheek. My arm goes around his neck as I pull him closer to me, running my hand through the hair on the back of his head. Butterflies erupt in my belly and Dawson takes a step back until we're falling onto my bed, and I'm landing on top of him.

My legs swing to both sides of him, straddling him. We're kissing and I'm arching my back, kissing across his jaw. Dawson sighs, lifting his chin as my lips travel to his neck, landing puckered, gentle kisses on his skin. His fingers grip my hips, squeezing slightly as I grind against him.

A small, soft moan leaves Dawson's throat, and the sound travels straight through me, hitting me in the core. My breath thickens. My hands fist the bottom of his shirt and Dawson lifts himself slightly, giving me easy access to pull his shirt off. I raise it over his head, dropping it onto the floor before pressing my hands to his chest and making him lay back down.

His eyes are closed and his hair has fallen onto his forehead and I'm kissing down his throat and his chest, which heaves up and down in harsh, sharp breaths. I smile against Dawson's skin. His fingers are dug into my hair and my lips skim across his abs, my hands on the side of his body.

I plan on exploring every inch of his body with my hands and my lips, and nothing is going to stop me. I sit up on his crotch, my hands on his chest. My eyes flicker to his arms, and I slowly drag my index finger down his skin, until I reach his scars. My fingers carefully wrap around his wrist as I lift it up and bring it to my lips.

Slowly and softly, my lips lightly press to his scars, my eyes closing. Dawson's breath is shaky as he leans up on his elbow. "I hate that you felt you had to do this to yourself." I whisper against his skin, slightly shaking my head.

"I'm okay." Dawson tells me quietly, dragging his thumb down my cheek. "Don't cry." He mumbles and my eyes flicker open. I didn't even realise that a tear has escaped my eye, and Dawson wipes it away with a flick of his thumb. "Please." He pleads, before fully leaning up and kissing me, desperately, this time.

My hands are on his neck and he grips my waist, pressing me against him. I'm out of breath, but I still want more. I crave and need him like a plant needs water to survive. His hands are on me and we're together and there's no other care in the world and it feels as though we both have absolutely nothing to worry about.

"Mmm." I moan against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck. Dawson's hands shake as they drag up my thigh and under my summer dress, caressing my inner thighs. His finger loops under the side of my briefs, pulling them down. I quickly get up and fully pull them down as Dawson undoes the buttons of his cargo pants and kicks them off. Then, we're kissing and I'm pulling away to get a condom, from the bedside table.

After me and Dawson first had sex, I went out and bought a box of condoms just in case. I pull one out and hand it to him, watching as he rips open the packet and his quivery hand slips it on. I bit my lip in anticipation. Dawson is gripping my waist and he's bunching up my dress to my hips before guiding me on top of him.

Our breaths clash as I slowly slide myself onto him, my hand gripping the back of his neck tightly. Both of our lips are parted and almost touching, Dawson's eyes closed. His hands are on my waist, and I carefully roll my hips to cause friction.

Dawson moans in pleasure, his lips pressing to my collarbone. His fingers pulled down one strap of my dress and his lips traced my body with kisses. My head rolls back as he kisses across my chest and up my throat, just as I had done a few minutes ago.

"Fuck." He mumbles as I lift myself and drop onto him once more. I move up and down and forwards and backwards and left and right. Dawson grips the back of my head with one hand and guides my hips with the other, every thrust causing him to hold onto me a little tighter.

My hand is in his hair and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head and I'm moaning and whimpering with shivers running up my spine and a tingly sensation in the pit of my stomach.

"Yeah." Dawson whimpers, burying his face in my chest as both of his hands go to my hips, guiding me slowly. "Just like that." He breathes, and the noises he's making send me hurtling towards the edge. I'm getting louder and my body is tightening and my hips circle over his. The sound of our skin hitting each other and our moans fill the room. "I'm gonna-" Dawson gasps, his eyes screwing shut.

Oh, and did I mention? Dawson has the cutest orgasm face. His eyes scrunch and he bites his lip, his head rolls back and then he's a shivering mess. "Oh my God, I'm gonna-" He gasps again, his thighs stilling. "I'm gonna-" And then, after a series of loud moans and groans and whimpers, we both hurtle over the edge, gripping onto each other for dear life. A mindblowing orgasm rips through me and we're both falling back onto the bed, completely and utterly out of breath.