Something Like This (BONUS SCENES)

SHOWER

WARNING

Mature content ahead.

After the events of my drunken approach to Dawson, our sexual tension had grown even more, if it was possible, and I started to wonder if crashing at his place was a good idea.

We were about to spend a whole weekend together in Manchester and my abilities to resist his advances were becoming weaker by the minute. At this point, the only thing I wanted was for him to heighten the feelings I'm already feeling by kissing me and giving me the pleasure I know he can give me.

The plan to make pizza sound marvellous at first, but then I got lost on Dawsons' toned arms as he kneaded the dough, got filled with butterflies seeing him add the toppings while faking a strong Italian accent and some way, we ended up on a food war that we both know wasn't going to end up good. Before I could even blink, I found myself pinned against the counter with his face as close to mine as it was yesterday.

"The drumroll." He whispered, staring intensely at my eyes.

"The drumroll," I whispered back.

Dawson had his hips pressed at me, and I could feel his length getting excited with our proximity. I had no escape from here, and I didn't want to escape either, I want to explore him, and I know he wants that too.

"Paloma?" He asked, directing his eyes to my mouth. His warm breath felt so good against my skin.

"Dawson," I answered. I migrated my hands to his hips and moved my leg so I could wrap it around him, giving him more space to place his hips between me.

"Do you want me to back off?" He asked.

"No." I answered, "I want you to kiss me, Dawson." I commanded. The excitement on his eyes when I said it was priceless, but then there was a glimpse of the doubt too.

"The thing is," He paused and licked his lips. "If I kiss you, I fear I may not be able to stop." He stated with his deep soothing voice while pressing his hips onto me, making me know how he was already getting hard for me.

"I'll take my chances," I answered, staring at him, where is all this boldness coming from? What in the world is this man doing to me?

"You're driving me crazy, bird." He said while moving his hips slowly against me.

Next thing I know his lips collide with mine passionately, we've been longing this moment for quite some time, so our hunger for each other was immense, right now I couldn't get enough of him. I wrapped my legs tight around him, so there was no space between my body and his. He ran his magic hands all over my body while kissing me, gripping my thighs as I touched his back, f*ck this thing is getting heated. Dawson was standing between my legs grinding on me, and I could feel his swollen cock through his pants, brushing my clothed pussy. Now I want him to fuck me into oblivion, but suddenly I remembered how dirty I am, and not on the kinky sexy way. My body bejewelled in sauce and flour, and I'm sure I feel a few mushrooms on my hair.

I pull away from his lips, and he starts tracing firm kisses on my neck.

"Dawson, I'm dirty," I say, and he looks back at me confused.

"What?" He giggles.

"I feel sticky and dirty," I complain. "I have tomato sauce in every part of my body."

"That can be fixed" He smirks at me and lifts me arranging his arm around my waist, and I wrap my legs tight around his waist.

"Where are you taking me?" I pressed my forehead against his.