Gaia
Dawson climbed up on the bed with me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply. We could be slower, now that we had taken the edge off of the desperate need I know we had both been feeling. He ran his hands through my hair, down my back, squeezing my ass, caressing every curve of my body. I let my hands trail over his body too, tracing his scars, my fingers bouncing over the rippling of his abs, sliding up his smooth back. His tongue slid along mine, tasting, exploring my mouth. I could still taste myself on his lips, and it only increased the wetness between my thighs.
I slid my hand down to his erection, only barely contained by the fabric of his sweatpants. It pointed straight up between our bodies, and jerked as I touched it, sliding my hands down his hardness. He roll
