A/N: I just need to get this out.
This story is mainly about Paul's relationship with Dawn, and Ash and Giselle's story is mixed up in there because Paul feels like Ash is a threat toward his and Dawn's relationship, that's why Giselle has a story with Ash. She offered to help Paul in the first place, so of course I'm going to make her have a story with Ash. Many of you may not like Giselle, but to be honest, I really don't care. This is just a fictional story tbfh. It's not real.
And anyway, this story is supposed to be mainly focused on Dawn and Paul, not Giselle and Ash.
I like Ash best with Misty, but I really like Giselle because she fits that bad girl, slutty, stuck up persona. Misty is too good to play a role like her. I can't imagine Misty as the careless type of person like Giselle is. That's why I didn't include Misty as one of the main characters in this story. Also, notice how in my plot description (the characters part) that Ash and Giselle's name is not combined together like Paul and Dawn's names are? That should say a lot.
A lot is going to happen for this story, and it only makes sense why I added these characters. None of you have any idea of where this story is going or how it's going to end, so don't assume what you don't know. I really can't please everyone.
That's all that I really needed to say about that.
Um..
Just a warning, there is some sexual scenes in this chapter.
Pink symbolizes love, care, and passionate desires.
The car began to come to a stop, the car shaking a bit with the engine. Dawn's eyes opened as she felt the car pull to a stop, seeing that she was inside Paul's car. She let out a soft yawn and looked out the window, her eyebrows furrowed together when she saw the outside surroundings. It didn't look familiar where they were.
There was a river and a big beautiful cabin, a cabin she had never seen before.
Paul was watching as she stared at the cabin for a while.
"Where are we?" She asked him, her eyes still fixed on the cabin. She was confused where they were because she had fallen asleep throughout the whole ride there.
"At a cabin my brother had for a while." Paul answered, still looking at her.
Dawn stared at the cabin for a little while longer, taking in its beauty with all the golden lights and the outside view of it. She could tell that the inside must be beautiful because the outside of it most definitely was.
Dawn whipped her head around to look at Paul who was looking at her. "Did we leave the city?"
"No, we're still here." He told her. "Just more downtown."
Dawn blinked, biting down on her lower lip slightly and looking over at the cabin again. "… I thought you was going to take me home."
"I was, but… I felt like you needed a small breather." Paul nodded his head slightly as he looked at the cabin and then back at her again.
He let her stare at the cabin from inside his car a little while longer before sighing. "Well let's go inside," he said as he shut off his car and placed his keys inside his pocket.
Dawn turned to look at Paul exit his car, closing the door behind him. She saw as he walked around the car and opened the door for her.
She looked up at him, not sure of what to do now.
Paul smiled lightly. "Come on," he said, waiting for her to climb out the car.
After looking at Paul for a little while longer, Dawn stepped out of the car as he closed the door behind her.
Paul soon grabbed her hand and guided her to the cabin. Dawn was still looking at her surroundings as Paul guided her.
When they reached the front door of the cabin, Dawn watched as Paul grabbed his keys and inserted a small key into the door before opening it.
Paul pushed the door open as he stepped inside the cabin, Dawn following along behind. When he turned on the lights, Dawn couldn't help but stare at everything.
The living room was huge and it was only centered around a very majestic looking fireplace. There was a built in television on the wall above the fireplace. The ceiling, which made the living room look even more sophisticated, consisted with a beautiful candlelit chandelier lighting up the living room. Red couches were around the floor with a few brown and gold pillows nicely on top to decorate the couches, giving the room a more exotic look. Dawn was amazed by how big and beautiful everything was.
The kitchen was beautiful too, with rough-cut log walls, two-toned distress cabinetry, granite countertop bar pendant with black wooden swivel bar stools, and copper range hood combined with the wrought iron lighting and furnishings to create an elegant yet comfortable feel.
Paul was staring at Dawn as she kept staring at everything in the kitchen. He smiled slightly, hoping she'll feel better being here.
"Want to take a look at the rooms?" He asked her, waiting until she was ready.
After staring at the kitchen for a little while longer, she turned to look at Paul and nodded her head.
Paul began to guide her down the hall in between the living room and the kitchen. The cabin consisted with a total of 4 bedrooms, two downstairs and two upstairs, with two bathrooms (one being downstairs and one being upstairs).
Paul first guided her to the first room on the left which had a bed on the far right of the room, next to a window with white curtains that contained curtain holdbacks and another window right in front of the bed. The whole room was copper wooden.
Dawn stared at the room for a bit, not knowing what to say. Paul closed the door after showing her the room and started walking further down the hall, stopping on his right where the bathroom was.
The bathroom was pretty insane looking too. With copper wooden walls also, a wooden sink counter on the right and a toilet beside it with a wooden hood. The bathroom tub was round and curved like a skateboarding field, though the curve wasn't exactly like a skateboard field, it just mimicked a similar shape to it.
Dawn stared at the bathtub. She needed to take a nice bath too, so she can take her mind off of things.
Paul looked at her. "Do you like everything so far?"
Dawn looked up at him and nodded her head.
Paul closed the door and began to guide her farther down the hallway where there was another room.
This room looked pretty nice too. With a nice king size bed with beautiful red and white comforters, a red long pillow set nicely in front of four white and red pillows behind it. Two wooden dressers sat on each side of the bed with nice brown colored lamps. And a small window set bed with red and white pillows on the corners just beside the king-size bed, giving the room a more relaxing environment.
Paul was about to guide her upstairs to look at the rest of the rooms, but Dawn stopped him. He looked at her.
She stepped inside the room that he just showed her and she began to let her hand run down the soft comforter of the bed.
Paul watched as she did so, assuming that she might want to sleep in this room.
"How long are we staying?" She asked, her hand still running down the soft white comforter.
"It's up to you." Paul shoved his hand inside his pocket, leaning against the corner of the door entrance.
Dawn stared at the room for a little bit longer, not sure what she wanted to do. "… I want this room," she decided, turning to look at him.
Paul nodded. "Okay,"
Dawn returned her eyes onto the comforter, still letting her hand run down it. She began to look around the room again, thinking.
Paul stared at her for a moment and then shifted his body off the corner of the door entrance. "You should shower and change out of your dance clothes." He suggested.
Dawn didn't say anything, she just continued to look at the room in thought. Paul was wondering if she was still thinking about her dance audition and that would only explain everything.
He cleared his throat and slowly walked into the room before standing right beside her.
Dawn had tears flowing down her face as soon as he saw her and Paul frowned. He hated seeing her like this. It always made him feel like part of it was his fault.
Paul pulled his jacket off of her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. "Come on," he said lowly, beginning to guide her out of the room.
Dawn had her face in his chest as he slowly walked down the hall. Paul held her close to him and stopped in front of the bathroom, walking inside it.
Dawn had moved her face to see where they were, but she didn't say anything, she just looked around the bathroom, her mind not focused on her surroundings at all.
Paul let her sit down on top of the toilet with the lid covered.
"I'll be right back," he mumbled, turning away from her and walking out the bathroom and went back inside the room they were just in.
He was quick to find some clothes and a towel. He grabbed a large white t-shirt, which happened to be Reggie's, and he also found a pair of grey panties, which Paul assumed to be one of Reggie's ex-girlfriends. He also found female black boy shorts and he grabbed those too. From the looks of it, he believed Dawn would be able to fit into those shorts and panties.
Paul closed all the drawers he opened and walked out of the room and down the hall.
Dawn was still sitting on top of the toilet lid, her eyes on the floor and her hands in her lap.
Paul placed all of her clothes on top of the sink as soon as he entered and looked over at her. "I got your stuff, so you can shower now." He said as he looked at her, but she kept staring at the floor, not bothering to acknowledge his comment at all.
He stared at her for a while too, realizing that she wasn't even going to shower at all because of how depressed she was over that audition. He sighed, trying to think of a solution.
After thinking for a little while longer, he finally decided what he was going to do.
Paul closed the bathroom door, knowing that if he kept the door open she would've gotten cold as soon as she started bathing.
He turned the bath water on, making sure the water was hot enough for her to handle.
Paul had no other choice, he had to make her shower, which was honestly the only option in his eyes.
He turned to face her and got her to stand up on her feet. Dawn's tears had dried, but she still had a stressed look on her face. Paul wanted her to calm down though and forget about what happened that night.
Paul stood behind her as he began to unzip her black bodysuit, soon reaching the bottom.
Dawn had been calm as he did this. Paul knew he was about to see her naked for the first time ever, but he wasn't going to take advantage of that. She was hurting really bad that night and all he wanted was for her to do her daily routines, like shower. She also couldn't stay in that dance outfit for too long because she'll be even more depressed.
Her bodysuit fell from her shoulders to the ground. She was left in just white panties and beige stockings along with her beige dance shoes.
Paul looked at her bare back and then looked down at her feet. He got down on his knees and began to help her out of her dance shoes. Dawn rested her hand on his shoulder for support as he took off her shoes.
Paul got back up on his feet, beginning to pull down her beige stockings, getting down on his knees again. He pulled the stockings out of her feet and tossed it to the side. Now all that was left was her panties.
Paul looked up at her, her back still facing him. He felt really nervous all of a sudden because he has never seen her naked before. But then again they wasn't going to have sex, he wasn't undressing her for that. Plus he knew that she wasn't ready, so he wasn't even going to try anything. But he did feel sort of uncomfortable with the fact that this will be the first time seeing her naked.
Paul stared at the back of her legs for a bit and then looked up at her panties. She was standing there, her head down and not focused on anything that's going on at all. Paul did wonder if she had any idea that she was about to be naked in front of him for the first time in her life, but then again her mind was more focused on that dance audition to even care about it.
Paul licked his lips as he began to pull down her panties and took them off her feet. Her toe nails were painted in blue just like her fingernails.
Paul got back up on his feet, her back still facing him. She was completely naked, but Paul decided to be mature enough to not let that bother him too much.
He placed his hands on her hair and began to pull her hair gently out of the headband she had her hair tucked in. Dawn remained still as he began to undo her hair.
It wasn't until a moment later Paul got her hair out of the headband and took the headband off of her head, placing it down on the sink counter along with her dance clothes.
Paul swallowed nervously and urged her to turn around to face him. Once she did, that's when he finally got a good view of her. Paul found himself struggling to not stare, but he was beginning to feel really hot and very nervous. He looked for just a split second and instantly looked back at her face. The way she looked in the face almost made him forgot all about what he had just seen.
Dawn folded her arms over her chest as she looked down, her hair falling over her face.
Paul turned to the bathtub and turned the bathtub handle to hot, the water beginning to pour down roughly onto the tub. As he waited for the water to become a little more hot, Paul helped Dawn inside the tub, her back facing the pouring water. She sat down in the tub with her legs pressed up against her chest.
Paul grabbed the showerhead and pulled it down closer to her, switching the water to shower.
Dawn stared down at her legs as Paul brought the showerhead up over her head, the water pouring on her hair and drenching it, now making it stick onto her skin.
Paul grabbed the clear glycerin dove soap bar and began to rub it down her back and then down her arms as he kept the showerhead over her head. The water was running down her hair, her back and her arms.
The simple fact that she wasn't even saying a word bothered him. But he continued to bathe her. His hands now moving toward her legs, letting the soap run over her knees and feet, and even her thighs. He had the shower head run over her legs too.
Dawn let her head back as Paul began to let the soap rub over her breasts, but Paul stared at Dawn's face as he did this. Her eyes were closed and so was her mouth. Paul moved the soap bar and began to rub it on her stomach and then down to the area where he was so nervous to touch. All he was doing was taking her a bath.
Paul sighed and just rubbed the soap there, sure not to stay there for too long. After a couple of seconds, he moved the soap bar away from there and saw her open her eyes.
"Get up," he ordered, trying to relax.
Dawn slowly got up as Paul began to clean her butt with the soap bar, once again letting the soap run down her legs again. He urged her to sit down and then let the water run down her body, her legs pressed up against her chest again and her fists resting on her thighs.
Paul now grabbed the shampoo and conditioner bottles and began to put some shampoo on his hands, putting the bottles down. He began to massage the shampoo throughout Dawn's hair as Dawn closed her eyes, the only sound inside the bathroom being the shower running.
Dawn kept her eyes closed as Paul massaged her hair with shampoo, the rose blossom smell fulfilling his and her nostrils.
After massaging her hair well enough with shampoo, Paul passed the showerhead over her hair as the foamy shampoo began to slide from her hair, to the tub, and down the drain. The water felt really good. It was very warm and relaxing. She felt as if she was in a hot tub.
The water ran through her hair, cleaning out the remaining shampoo that was left in her hair.
After getting all that shampoo out, Paul poured some conditioner into his palm before rubbing his hands together and massaging it softly through her hair. Dawn still had her eyes closed as she felt Paul's hand movements on her hair. Just for that moment, she was beginning to forget about that day's events.
Paul cleaned his hands with the water and sat back, deciding to let the conditioner sit on her hair for about five minutes.
Paul really knew about hair care since he has long hair of his own and uses shampoo and conditioner. He always kept the conditioner in his hair for about five minutes before washing it out because he needed to keep natural oils in it. He would hate for his hair to look dry and very unhealthy looking.
Dawn realized that Paul had stopped and looked at him from the side, seeing as he stared at her. The two didn't say anything, they just continued to stare at one another for a bit.
Dawn licked her lips and turned her head forward again, letting her chin rest on her knees as she waited for Paul.
After a few minutes passed by, Paul grabbed the shower head and passed it over Dawn's hair, the conditioner now falling toward the drain. He drained out most of the conditioner on her hair, but he was sure to not wash out all of it. Paul placed the shower head back on its holder and turned off the shower, then grabbed Dawn's hair and squeezed it together, making sure to drain out the unnecessary water on her head.
He had two towels sitting next to him and he grabbed one small one and began to wrap it around Dawn's head, letting her hair dry down on the inside.
Paul let out a small sigh as he made her stand up and face him, receiving another full view of her naked body. He made sure not to look out of respect and grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her body.
Dawn took a seat at the edge of the tub, watching as Paul grabbed some clothes he got for her. The first thing he grabbed was a pair of grey panties and Dawn had found herself wondering whose panties were they, but she didn't bother asking. She was in no mood to be fighting with Paul over some stupid assumption.
Paul pressed her towel against her body and got down on his knees as he began to help her put on her panties. When he reached the top of her inner thighs, Dawn helped complete the rest of the process. Paul watched as she did so and grabbed the shorts he found, beginning to put it slowly on her. Dawn let him put it on her completely, now beginning to stand up.
She began to put her head down as Paul unwrapped her hair from that towel and tossed it to the side, her wet hair now falling to her shoulders.
Dawn stared up into Paul's eyes and he stared at hers. Paul kept his eyes on hers as he pulled the towel off of her and tossed it to the side. They stared at each other for a very long moment, and Paul felt his own heart beginning to pick up a bit, but Paul kept his eyes on her face, not daring to let it fall on her revealing breasts.
Clearing his throat, Paul brought the white t-shirt over her head and pulled it down, her head pushing out first before she finally found her arms and pushed them through the sleeves. The t-shirt passed over her shorts, almost enough to pass as a dress, that's how long the shirt was. It almost looked like she wasn't wearing anything else besides the shirt, but she was.
Paul licked his lips and cleared his throat once more. "All done," he breathed.
Dawn didn't say anything, she just looked at him and watched as he gathered her things together and put it on top of the counter sink.
He turned to her and slowly began to hoist her up into his arms bridal style, beginning to guide her out of the room and into the bedroom she wanted to stay in. Dawn had her head leaning on his shoulder, her wet hair beginning to wet his clothes, but he could really care less at the moment.
Paul opened the door to the room and slowly walked over to the beautiful bed before placing her softly along the bed. Dawn looked up at him as he stood up straight.
"You should get some rest," he suggested, not sure of what to say next.
Dawn remained quiet for a bit before speaking. "I really do need a nap."
Paul smiled a bit and nodded his head. "Then go to sleep." He turned his back to her and began to walk out of the room, making sure to look back at her once more.
Dawn laid on her side, grabbing her pillow as she began to get comfortable in bed.
Paul smiled slightly before closing the door.
Dawn moved her head slightly, seeing the room tinted black but with a little dark blue due to the light outside. She let out a soft yawn as she slowly sat up, her hair falling to her back before letting her arms stretch out a bit. Something smelled really good in the room and she was beginning to wonder where the aroma was coming from.
The smell that she had smelled previously became stronger and she slowly let her hand wander off toward a lamp and switched it on. At first, she was confused to see that she was in a different room, but then she soon realized that she was at the cabin Paul had took her to, and then remembered the events that happened earlier that day.
She shook her head and tried to push those thoughts to the back of her head. Dawn slowly got off the bed, placing her feet down on the floor before finding her way out of the room.
As she walked down the hallway, the aroma began to grow stronger and stronger with each step she took. What was Paul cooking? It smelled really good and plus Dawn was really hungry at the moment.
When she stepped into the kitchen, she saw Paul in front of the stove, a spatula in his right hand as he flipped over some lobster tails he had cooking in a large pan.
Dawn opened her mouth slightly. "Wow," she gasped, amazed with the sight she was seeing right now. He made a good dish of fresh alfredo noodles with grilled shrimp, chicken, and lobster. He also had two oval sized breads with butter beside them.
He already had both of their plates served nicely with the food and all, all he needed left was to add the lobster.
Paul turned his head to her and smiled lightly. "Hey," he said, now beginning to turn off the stove as he soon saw that the lobsters were done. "How'd you sleep?" He asked her, beginning to place one lobster on each of their plates.
Dawn took a seat on one of the bar stools and watched him. "I slept okay," she mumbled, watching him setting up their dinner plates. "That looks good Paul. And everything smells great. I can't wait to try it."
Paul smiled as he looked up at her. "My personal restaurant." He grabbed her plate and gave it to her along with a small glass of wine on the side. Dawn gladly took her plate and her drink in hand. "You didn't have to do this," she smiled.
"Well, you need to eat." He told her.
Paul turned his back to her and began to put all the dishes he used to make dinner into the sink, and also clean around the counter.
"Well, thank you." Dawn pulled a strand of hair behind her ear and let out a breath of air.
Paul turned on the sink and began to wash the dishes that he had dirtied, his back still facing Dawn.
Dawn grabbed the loaf of bread on her plate and began to position it in an angle so she can cut it into small sections.
There was some music playing in the background. Paul had a small music G zip speaker set up so that he could listen to music while it played from his phone.
"If there's a question of my heart, you've got it. It don't belong to anyone but you. Aye, If there's a question of my love, you've got it. Baby don't worry, I've got plans for you. Yeah, baby I've been making plans."
"Ow," Dawn hissed, dropping the knife from her hand.
Paul immediately turned around and saw that she had a small cut on the top of her left hand. He dropped the dishes he had in his hand and grabbed a rag to dry off his hands.
Dawn looked around the counter for a paper towel to clean up her wound.
"Don't touch it," Paul told her. She looked up at him and saw as he grabbed her hand and lifted it up to his lips.
Paul pressed his mouth against her open wound and sucked the blood up. Dawn blinked, sort of disturbed that he had sucked her wound clean with his mouth.
Paul dropped her arm back to her side and looked at her with a serious look. "Be careful with that knife."
He turned his back to her again as he returned to washing the dishes. Dawn licked her bottom lip as she stared at him from the back.
"Thank you." She mumbled, narrowing her eyes back down at her food.
Dawn pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear and grabbed her fork in hand. She grabbed some noodles and shrimp and placed it inside her mouth, beginning to chew.
Dawn smiled as she ate. He did a great job at cooking.
It was too quiet, way too quiet in the room.
Dawn opened her eyes and turned her head toward the window, the moonlight shinning inside the room.
She licked her lips and noticed that Paul wasn't even in the room. He never even came to the room since the other side of the bed hadn't been used.
She did mention that she was going to get some sleep and that he can come if he'd like. But she looked over at the time and saw that it was around 2 in the morning and Paul still hasn't come to bed.
Dawn sat up, her hair soon falling to her back.
Though her and Paul were technically broken up, she would have an understanding why he haven't come. But she still found it weird though. Paul brought her to his brother's cabin, and he was taking care of her this whole time so… why haven't he come to bed?
Dawn sighed and climbed off the bed, her long shirt Paul had gave her running over her short shorts and just above her knees.
She walked out of the room and walked slowly down the dark hallway, towards the living room.
Low music was playing in the room, so Paul must have been there.
"We only like it if its lou-ou-ou-ou-oud. We only like it if its loud, if its loud. We only like it if its lou-ou-ou-ou-oud. We only life it if its loud, if its loud."
Dawn stared into the living room and saw that Paul had been lying down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling and smoking a cigarette. The low music was coming from his G zip speaker and he had it on the coffee table beside the couch.
She folded her arms together and slowly walked towards him.
Paul had his eyes closed, placing the cigarette against his lips as he inhaled some smoke before exhaling it out in the air.
"Paul?" She whispered.
Paul opened his eyes, his eyes slowly turning to her.
"Aren't you gonna come to bed?"
"I'ma stay here." He placed the cigarette back up to his lips.
Dawn frowned slightly. "Why?"
Paul shrugged, inhaling smoke again before exhaling it into the air. "I don't want to be a bother."
"You won't."
Paul looked at her again and saw that she was now looking at him with a pleading look.
She stared at him that way for quite a while until Paul finally gave in.
He sighed, "I'll be there in a bit. Let me finish smoking first."
Dawn smiled, pleased with his answer. "Okay," she whispered, now brushing past him.
Paul licked his lips, hearing as Dawn's presence left back to the room.
He looked up at the ceiling again and pressed his cigarette back up to his lips.
"Pockets on loud when I walk around, walk around. Yeah, they say we got the sound, got the sound. Yeah, never turn it down, turn it down."
That day was filled with a lot of events. He was surprised himself that he even bothered going to her audition. He told himself he wasn't going to, but then again he couldn't just miss her big audition, especially since it meant so much to her.
Paul closed his eyes for just a brief moment.
It still pained him whenever he looked at Dawn. All he kept picturing is her looking at him like he is Ash. Ash always found a way to keep her happy, unlike him.
Paul opened his eyes, trying not to think of the negative. So far, things have been going good again without Ash coming in between them, especially during that day.
"We only like it if its lou-ou-ou-ou-oud. We only like it if its loud, if its loud. We always find a way to turn it up again, never turn it down."
He brought his cigarette back up to his lips and inhaled the smoke before exhaling it out into the air.
Although he has broken up with her, he can still easily change that. Dawn is his girl, no one else's. She's the only girl that made him feel whole and just the simple fact of losing her bothered him completely. No, he wasn't going to lose her over that basketball player. There's no way in hell.
He began to sit up straight and grabbed his G zip speaker.
Paul once again pushed those negative thoughts to the back of his head and turned off the music he had been playing.
He placed his cigarette in the corner of the cigarette plate that was sitting on the coffee table, putting out the fire. Paul dropped the cigarette from his hands into the plate and began to leave the living room, starting to head toward the bedroom where Dawn had been in.
Dawn seemed like she really wanted Paul to come to bed, but what for?
Paul licked his lips and walked into the room, expecting to see Dawn lying on the bed, but she wasn't there.
"It's what you do, it's what you see. I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me…"
He heard the door close behind him and he turned around briefly.
Dawn was leaning her back against the door, her arms at her side. She stared at Paul.
Paul raised his eyebrow, wondering why she was just staring at him and not saying a word.
She took a step forward and walked slowly up to him. The room was dark and the only light shining in the room was the moonlight from the window.
"It's where we go… It's where we'll be… I know if I'm onto you, I'm onto you, onto you, you must be onto me…"
He stared down at her while she stared straight at his chest. He felt her left hand rest at the bottom of his shirt as she began to pull it up slowly.
Paul kept his eyes steady on her and before she could even try and take off his shirt, he immediately grabbed her wrist with his right hand. Dawn's eyes instantly locked on his face.
"My haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets. I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me."
Paul had stared at her for a while, his face dangerously close to hers. Dawn still was caught in his grip, but he had slowly pushed her back toward the room doorway, his hand still gripping her wrist, holding her arm up near her face.
"My wicked tongue, where will it be? I know if I'm onto you, I'm onto you, onto you, I'm onto you, onto you, you must be onto me."
Paul slowly brought her arm back down to her side, releasing his grip from her wrist.
Dawn could smell the smoke from his breath, and she bit down on her bottom lip.
Paul caught a quick glance of that lip bite and slowly let his thumb brush under her lip.
"You want me? I walk down the hallway."
Paul then moved his hand slowly down her shoulder, to her arm.
"You're lucky! The bedroom's my runway."
Goosebumps began to form throughout her whole body. Dawn breathed lowly, a sound that was enough to turn him on.
"Slap me! I'm pinned to the doorway."
Paul licked his lips slowly, his hand stopping near her legs.
"Kiss, bite… Fuck me."
Paul instantly grabbed her and pulled her up against him, her legs hooking around his waist and her arms hooking around his neck.
"My haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets. I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me."
His lips locked on hers as they kissed passionately. Dawn had her fingers buried in his hair as she pulled his face closer to hers.
Paul turned toward the bed with her around him as he then dropped her body on the bed, her lips removing from his and his body. He stood standing at the edge of the bed as he looked down at her.
Dawn had let out a heavy breath of air as she looked at Paul from her far end, seeing as he began to unbuckle his belt.
She licked her lips slowly as she slowly sat up on the bed, watching as he pulled off his shirt and tossing it to the floor, his lavender colored hair falling back down on the sides of his face and over his forehead.
Paul moved down towards her level, placing the both of his hands down near each side of her body, his arms straight out and his eyes on her face.
"My wicked tongue… where will it be? I know if I'm onto you, you must be onto me."
Dawn felt a chill run down her spine with each of his arms next to both sides of her body, though he did have his hands pressed onto the bed, but he still had her trapped in between him and with nowhere to go. Not that she wanted to go anywhere, he was just so intimidating at the moment.
He also had some nice tattoos along his arms and the upper part of his chest. Dawn couldn't seem to take her eyes off of his exotic tattoos. It looked really attractive in her eyes.
Paul opened his mouth to speak. "I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me what to do."
Dawn stared into his eyes before answering. "Just make love to me." She begged, now beginning to lift her shirt over her head and tossing it on the bed.
Paul still had his hands pressed on the bed at both of her sides as she did this and he licked his lips when he saw that she was wearing no bra, but only panties. He had forgotten that he had dressed her without a bra from earlier. Paul did his best to control himself and keep his eyes on just her face.
When she raised her hand and placed it on his left cheek, he leaned in to kiss her and began to hover over her as he continued to kiss her passionately.
"It's what we see… I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me."
Paul began to kiss down her neck as he began trailing kisses in between her breasts and down her stomach. He moved his arm underneath her left leg and pulled it up against his waist as he began to slowly trail kisses up her stomach slowly.
"It's where we go… It's where we'll be… I know if I'm onto you, I'm onto you, onto you, I'm onto you, onto you, you must be onto me."
Dawn began to move her hands down his back and at his pants as she tried to pull it down.
Paul lifted his body up a little so he could help her pull his pants down.
"You must be onto me…"
Dawn looked up at Paul when she felt his length against her sensitive area.
"You must be onto me…"
Paul stared down at her. "Are you sure?" He asked her.
Dawn nodded her head. "It's okay."
"You must be onto me…"
Paul stared into her eyes, knowing how badly she wanted this, but he was so horny that he wasn't so sure of how he could be able to control himself. But then again it was Dawn's first time and he didn't want to hurt her.
"Me…"
Paul grabbed his length and placed himself slowly into her. Dawn winced a bit and Paul placed both of his arms down on the bed on each side of her as he held himself up above her.
"Me.."
Paul looked at her worriedly. He wanted her first time to be perfect and he didn't want to see pain in her eyes, though he knew that usually when a girl is a virgin, they feel pain the first time.
Just as expected, she made a face and Paul could feel something warm and wet wrapping around his shaft. He pulled out slightly and checked it out, noticing there was some blood on him and he looked at her again with a worried look.
"I'm okay," she whispered. "Just keep going."
Paul kept his eyes on her, not sure if he should continue doing this with her. Yes, he wanted to do this with her and for her to enjoy her first time, but he just didn't like the fact that he made her bleed. He never had sex with a virgin before, so he had no idea what he was in for. But one thing for sure, seeing her blood on him really made him scared.
"Paul," she whispered.
He looked her in the eyes again.
"My hymen just broke, that's all..."
To him, it still sounded bad in his ears.
"Don't worry about it." She whispered again. "I want to do this with you... I love you..."
Paul stared into her eyes and just by listening to those words, he truly believed that she really did love him.
"Me-e-eeeee."
"Put it back in me," she ordered.
Paul stared at her for a little longer and then slowly pushed himself back into her. He kept his eyes on her face though as he slowly inserted himself in her. She kept a straight face, but he knew she must have been feeling some sort of pain.
"I don't want to hurt you," he mumbled, looking down at her.
She smiled softly at him. "No need to worry. Just start moving Paul."
Paul smiled at her too and slowly began to do what he was told.
Paul began to move slowly into her, Dawn kept looking at him. She was feeling pain yes, but she was starting to let her body re-adjust to this feeling. And then after a while, she closed her eyes and moaned lightly.
"Me…"
Paul continued to thrust himself into her, looking down at her. "Are you okay?" He asked her lowly, his face a bit close to hers.
Dawn answered in a moan and he assumed that she must have been okay now since she was moaning. Paul licked his lips, moving his lips down to hers as he bit down on her bottom lip, continuing to move slowly into her.
"What goes up…"
"Move faster," she whispered against his lips. She felt his hot breath passing over her mouth and Paul began to move a little faster when he felt her nails digging into his back.
"Ghost around…"
"I love you," he whispered against her lips.
Dawn moaned lightly against his lips, pulling him closer to her.
"Ghost around, around, around."
Paul moved his lips to her neck.
"What goes up.."
Dawn moved her hand up to his hair.
"Ghost around…"
Paul moved a little faster into her, but in a steady and easy pace.
"Ghost around, around, around…"
After a while, Paul began to slow down after the both of them reached their climax.
Paul lifted his head from her neck to look at her. Dawn opened her eyes, letting out a heavy breath as she looked up at him.
"I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me…"
The two remained staring at each other without saying a word, the only sound in the air being their heavy breathing.
A/N: This is honestly one of the longest chapters I have posted for this story so far haha.
I hoped you guys liked Dawn and Paul's first time at sex. It's about time they finally did it lmaoo.
Songs used in this chapter: Matrimony by Wale ft. Usher, Loud by T. Mills, Haunted/Ghost by Beyonce
I also just had to use that Fifty Shades of Grey music, I felt Beyonce's song fitted best for their first time at making love lmao.
Anyway, Review and let me know your thoughts!