My Beautiful Boy ✔️

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She's so beautiful, I think. The whole time she was arguing with me, I was admiring her. Even now, as she pours her heart out to me, I notice the way her lips move and the way her eyebrows scrunch in that cute way and the way her nose crinkles as she talks. "You can push me away all you want, but I'll keep chasing you. I'll chase you until you finally accept that I'm not letting you go. I'll chase you until you accept that I-" Her jaw clenches as she stares up at me, a small frown on her face. My features soften. "That I love you." She quietly says, and my mouth parts slightly in shock.

People fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time. I fell in love with Alayna's persistence and her stubbornness. I fell in love with her joy and her ability to see the good in everyone. She's the love that came without warning and she had my heart before I could say no. Before I could push her away. Real love doesn't meet you at your best. It meets you in the mess and the chaos. Alayna is my calm. My classical music. My warmth.

"You... you love me?" I asked, my voice breaking. Tears threaten to spill out of my eyes and it stings as I hold them in. Alayna nods her head multiple times, wiping underneath her eyes. She sniffles, threading her fingers together.

"How could I not?" She sniffs, teary-eyed. "I love you so much, Dawson. And no matter how much you push me away, I'll continue loving you. As long as you let me, I'll continue showing you, as well. You have my heart." She cries, gazing up at me. "And, I don't want it back." She exclaims, and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. It felt like I was on cloud 9. It felt like I was dying and Alayna was bringing me back to life with her words.

My mouth opens and closes, but no words leave. I just stand opposite her and stare at her. "I'm not good with my emotions." I manage to say, and Alayna shrugs her shoulders.

"That's okay. I'll make sense of whatever you tell me." She smiles sadly, and I take a step towards her. She holds her hand out, stopping me in my tracks. "Wait." She swallows, and I look down at her. "If you take another step, just know... I'm never letting you go." She tells me, and I shake my head before reaching out and taking her face into my hands, kissing her. Alayna is startled, but she quickly wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.

It's not a soft kiss. It's not sensual or delicate. It's desperate. It shows how much I missed her over the past few months. It showed how sorry I was. It showed all the emotion I couldn't vocalise. It shows that I love her, too.

Alayna's gasping and gripping me tighter, running her hand through my hair and pulling me closer to her. I'm circling my arm around her waist and she's arching her back, pressing sloppy kisses to my lips. Then, we're falling onto the bed behind us and I'm holding myself up using my elbows, kissing and licking down Alayna's neck. She gasps and whimpers, gripping my shoulders. I pucker kisses across her throat and down her chest.

I pull off her overshirt, throwing it off the bed as I kiss her collarbone and my hands explore her stomach. Alayna's fingers run lightly across my jaw as my body shivers under her touch. She grips the back of my shirt and bunches it up in her fists, running her hand up my bare back, stroking the muscles.

Ever since I've moved back to London, I've been spending more time in the gym and less time with my family, trying to sort through my emotions and trying to stop thinking about Alayna, but it wouldn't work.

"Dawson." Alayna moans, and I lift her crop top over her head before pulling off my own. Alayna drags her hands down my chest and my abs, curling her arms around my back and pulling me back down on top of her. She desperately kisses me, humming and whimpering as I knead her breast in my hand, kissing down her chest and dragging my tongue across her nipple.

She gasps and runs her hand through my hair as I travel further down, quickly undoing the buttons of her booty shorts and pulling them down her smooth, bare legs. Then, Alayna is naked in front of me and as much as I would love to take my sweet time and do it right, we're at a party, in one of my old friend's bedroom. It's not quite the best scene to try new intimate things that I've never done before and takes time to perfect.

I quickly get up and rummage through the bedside table, and a grin encases my face when I pull out a condom. Of course I can rely on Jacob to always have a stash of condoms in his room. Alayna quickly pulls me back down, kissing across my jaw and my neck.

Her thighs wrap around my waist and I rip open the condom packet with my teeth before pulling down my joggers and slipping it on.

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 rolls back as I edge out and thrust back into her, as gently as I can.

I've never done missionary before, so I'm not an expert at this, but I also want to make it as pleasurable for Alayna as possible, even if it means I have to fake it to make it.

I take one of her hands into mine, threading our fingers together as my chest glides across her breasts as I push into her, multiple times. We're moaning and groaning and Alayna is clawing her nails down my back, leaving a trail of sweet pain and marks.

My face is buried in her neck as I press soft kisses to her skin and Alayna's thighs tighten around my waist, causing me to fall deeper inside of her. "Oh my God." I moan against her neck, my breath vibrating against her skin. Alayna grips my jaw and kisses me desperately, sliding her tongue into my mouth. Our sloppy kisses blend in with the sound of our skin slapping against each other and Alayna's whimpers of pleasure.

"You feel so good." She moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her arm circles around my neck, her fingers running through my hair as I thrust into her, squeezing her hand. Her legs loosened around my waist, but I held them up, circling my hand around the top of her thigh.

We drive each other to crazy pleasures and we're kissing and moaning and groaning and I love her so much I just don't know how to tell her.