Thanks so much for all the feedback guys. I hope this is becoming somewhat
entertaining for you guys.
So now it's my turn to point out some stuff.
The reason Dawn doesn't remember her first time that ended getting her pregnant is because she was very drunk that night, she can't remember the guy or really anything.
Some of the things Connor and Dawn...and any, or all other characters do may be a little or a lot out of character and I apologize for that, I'm trying my best.
Well anyways, here's the next part...warning, it's NC-17.
~*Chapter Four*~
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They had been avoiding each other since the 'almost kiss'. Dawn wasn't sure who was more weirded out towards it. Connor wasn't all that bad looking, and she admitted that her heart would speed up and her stomach would collect butterflys when he was around, but she doubted he felt any of this towards her. He was probably somewhere trying to think of how to tell her it was a huge mistake, or that he had only been trying to make her feel better about herself. That it would have been a pity kiss. Just what she needed. And now they were alone in the hotel. Atleast she thought there was a 'they', she hadn't seen Connor in a while, he could have gone out on this case with the others. But she didn't think it.
She was alone in her room, dressed and ready for bed, lying on her big bed, just staring at the ceiling. She hated it. She was sweating like a pig in her tank-top and shorts, and worrying about how to fix things with Connor so they could be friends again, without all the tension.
"Man..." She whined to herself as she pushed herself up from her bed and quickly padded out of room, intent on going to the kitchen to get something to drink. But she froze once she was out in the hall.
There stood Connor, almost frozen exactly like her, obviously heading up to his room. They just stood there, silent and staring at each for a few minutes, neither sure what to do.
"Listen-" "I want-"
They said at the same time, never noticing that they were taking tiny steps towards each other as they both chuckled nervously. They tried a few more times to talk, but it all came out at the same time. They fell quiet and it was only that they realized they were alone, that they were standing a mere inch from each other.
"About earlier..." Connor started, his voice quiet, more so than usual. His eyes seemed to have latched themselves onto her lips, following them, even when they stayed perfectly still.
"What about earlier?" Dawn questioned, trying to keep the waver out of her voice when she noticed where exactly his eyes had landed.
"I meant to do this." For once in his life, he wasn't going to back down from a girl because he was frightened of his feelings. He leaned in and brushed a gentle kiss against her lips. He smiled when she gasped after breaking away, then leaned back, waiting for that slap. Wasn't that what happened in the movies. Guy kisses pretty girl, pretty girl smacks guy, then they kiss again?
He was surprised when her tiny hand curled around the back of his neck and pulled his head down to meet soft lips with a much more heated kiss. It took her only a few seconds to respond and almost instantly his lips were molding against her, his tongue hesitantly lapping at her lips, almost as if asking for permission. His arms were wrapping around his waist, pulling her tightly up against him, moaning quietly as their tongues battled. He was getting lost in her. In her touch, her scent, just her presence, it was all overwhelming.
He never wanted to stop feeling this.
Dawn could feel him start to tremble as she pressed her lips to his heatedly, but it soon vanished from him and he was pulling her up against him, his arms around her. She couldn't really understand why her heart seemed to flutter everytime he touched her, even if it was just a brush against her hand, which was usually what she got in the past. He could get her hot with just a look and she wanted to be with him every second, and she was finally able to admit it. Maybe not to him, but to herself and that was enough. She'd known him for a little over two months and she had fallen so hard and fast for him, it was a scary thing, but at the same time, she loved the feeling.
She moaned softly against his lips, one of her arms wrapping around his neck as the other one ran through his hair. She pulled back, breathing heavily, needing to get air, allowing him to get some air too before she was pressing hard against him again, her mouth claiming his. She found her mind telling her not to do this yet, that they were moving to fast, but her thoughts were quickly being washed away by the feel of him. She felt her legs slowly began to walk backwards, still lip locked with him, pulling him into her room and towards her bed. One of her hands dropped down and dipped beneath his shirt, needing to feel his skin, seeking out heat, even though it was already scorching between them.
Connor looked confused for a moment as she pulled away, breathing heavily. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but she was clamped around his mouth with hers before he could. He felt his insides burning with the passion of needing her, and she was pulling him at the bed. Oh, he wanted to take her so badly, but he worried about doing it here, doing it at all really. They had just met, she was pregnant, and what if the others found them. He blocked these thoughts from his mind. They were all going to be out for hours, he had plenty of time for whatever Dawn had in mind, whatever she wanted to do. He felt her tugging at his shirt and he reciprocated with his own smooth tugging of her clothes, working her out of her pj's as they kept their mouths pressed together, as if they could kiss each other naked.
Dawn pulled back a second time, trying to catch her breath and trying to make her mind focus. She was confused to find both their tops off and them laying on the bed now. She knew she'd been tugging at his shirt, but she hadn't really been paying too much attention to anything except his kisses. She glanced down at her heaving chest before she looked up into the eyes of Connor. She let a small smile cross her lips, her finger coming up to trace his kiss swollen lips.
He was always so gentle with her, as if she'd break any second, like a glass doll (Even though they'd never been like this before.). She wondered though if he had a different, rougher side to him, although she doubted that things could get anymore passionate than they already were with him. She watched his eyes for a moment, she didn't want to push him too far, she knew she could come off extra strong at times, "Okay?" She questioned quietly, her other hand running down his back.
He nodded his head silently, licking his lips as he stared into her eyes, those big soulful eyes, beauty coming from the inside out. "You?" he asked in return, making sure that she was ok. He glanced down at her naked, bare chest, nipples erect, firm and round, he couldn't help but think of how they'd grown since she arrived (Not that he'd been watching or anything), and he couldn't resist. He moved his mouth down to meet them, first one and then the other, moaning in his guilty pleasure. He loved being a naughty boy, especially with her. That thought startled him, as if he'd ever done this before, but everything was coming so naturally, as if they'd done this a million times before.
She found her eyes being drawn to his lips as he licked them, those lips had to have been the most delicous things she'd ever tasted before. She glanced up into his eyes again, just before he ducked down to place kisses on her nipples, "Yes.." She moaned deep in her throat. "More.." She murmured softly, arching her breasts up against him, loving his mouth on her, just as much as his hands, "Touch me.." She begged quietly. If she weren't feeling so much pleasure at the moment, she'd probably be wondering where all of this was coming from, and why she wasn't flushed with embarrasment that these words were coming from her.
Connor placed one hand around her one breast as he sucked at her other nipple. His other hand trailed up her thigh and between her legs, pressing against the fabric in her crotch firmly before trailing his hand around her hip and to her back, gently caressing her soft skin. He could do this forever, her breasts were just right and she smelled so soft and sweet, it was like heaven.
Dawn's breath caught in her throat as Connor's hand wandered freely on her body, touching her most sensitive areas before dipping to her back and caressing her there. Her head was tilted back against the pillows, her eyes half opened and glazed over by the new sensations his mouth and hands were causing her. A soft moan escaped her parted lips as one of her hands ran through his hair, gently holding him to her breast, her other hand on his back, his shoulders, her fingers just running softly over any skin she could feel. "Connor..." She breathed out, a hitch in her voice.
He moaned with her, the sound of a simple moan from her turning him instantly rock hard. He shifted a little, pressing himself against her slightly, "Yes, tell me what you want," he said between sucking, alternating between her breasts. Her skin was like silk, soft and velvet like, and he wanted to explore her entire body. She was flawless, perfect, wonderful.
She forced herself to look at him, she hadn't really meant to move so fast. She thought they'd talk or something once she'd realized they were in the bed, and almost totally naked, but then he had started touching her and her body took over what her mind was refusing to do and now she was lying beneath him, needing...wanting. "You.." was her only answer when he asked to be told what she wanted, "Only you...please.." She murmured, pulling at her shoulders, trying to get him to move up so she could kiss him. "Now...I want you..to take me, make love to me." She whispered in a husky voice. "I know you want me...I can feel it." She shifted underneath him, trying to get closer to him, to the want from him that she felt poking into her through their clothes.
Connor had to stop himself from just ripping the rest of her clothes off as she pulled him up and asked for him. He kissed her, hotly, invading her mouth with his tongue as he worked her shorts off, then his, never breaking the kiss. All that was left was their underwear, and something was straining to break free of his. "I want you Dawn," he confirmed as the kiss broke. He moved down and removed her panties, gently, then his boxers. He pulled back some for just a second, to see if she really wanted this, once satisfied with what he saw, he moved closer, pressing his naked form against hers, "Are you sure? I don't want to rush you," he said softly, thinking that kissing her all over first would be heaven, but ready for whatever she wanted.
Dawn kept her eyes closed after he pulled away from the kiss, slightly nodding her head. Her eyes slowly fluttered open to gaze into his, "I'm sure...it's not rushed, it-it doesn't have to be rushed." She whispered, her hands caressing his back, "I want you...you want me, that's all that matters right now." She murmured, leaning up to kiss him again, silently urging him on.
"Mmmm," Connor responded, completely in her will now. He'd do anything she told him to at this point, he was her slave. He felt her tongue in his mouth and returned it with a passion, clutching her breast in one hand. He began to move over her, kissing her face, mouth, wanting to kiss her everywhere. He moved in between her legs and rested there for a moment, just kissing her collarbone, back up to her lips, opening his eyes occasionally to look at her. She was so beautiful, like an angel.
Dawn let her legs open more, making room for him to nestle between them. She sighed softly as he planted kisses everywhere, making her feel wonderful. Her eyes fluttered open once again to catch him looking at her, she smiled softly, one of her hands coming to his face, her fingers brushing across the side of his face, trailing over his lips, then sliding down his jaw to his neck and shoulder. "Connor.." She murmured, her other hand locked behind his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers, but not kissing him yet, "What are you waiting for.." She questioned teasingly, "I want you in me.." She suddenly felt bold, even though she had no clue what she was doing, she just wanted help out the dull ache that had started between her legs. She pressed her hips up against him, making a point to her words. She brought her lips to his, kissing almost gently at first, then adding more pressure, making the kiss more heated, passionate.
Connor felt a headiness taking him over, his head was dizzy and his breath was shallow. He nodded at her insistence, a small smile playing on his lips as he moved his hips with hers and found her entry. He moved his hips slowly forward and entered her, closing his eyes as all of the new sensations came rushing to him, the pleasure, rapture, nervousness, all of it, washed over him and he suddenly realized this was going to end badly, this was going to become an addiction, her sex and love like a hard drug of pleasure. He moved his hips slowly at first, feeling how she became wet very quickly, her nipples erect for him, urging him to bend his mouth down to them and take them up.
She breathed out slowly as he entered her, almost immidiately feeling the pleasurable sensations of him being in her washing over her. No pain, it confused her at first, but then the reality hit that she wasn't a virgin, infact she was pregnant, but she pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on him. She was almost surprised at his slowness, gentleness as he slowly moved in and out of her. She moaned quietly, her hips rising softly to meet his slow thrusts. Her hands ran over his back, gently caressing the smooth surface and she placed a few butterfly kisses on his shoulders before she let her head roll back against the pillows, giving in to him completely.
He felt her relax into him and he quickened his pace, moving with her, their bodies one movement, in, out, the thoughts in his mind simple and barely there. He concentrated on the feeling, the movement, the thrust, the whole and complete beauty of it all. "Oh god," he said quietly, "You are so beautiful. You are like a song, and your beauty sings in my head," he knew he should shut up, but he couldn't help it, he had the urge, the need, to tell her what was going on inside of him. "I think I'm in love.." he murmured, almost terrified that she heard him.
Dawn's breath caught in her throat as his slow strokes quickened a little, she met his thrust though with ones of her own. She felt raw emotion overtake her at his words, so pure, and loving. Her eyes half opened to look up at him with her desire, yet with her love, the strange love that she felt for this boy...this man she hardly knew. She brought a hand to his face, caressing his cheek as she let the shivers of pleasure was over her, "I love you.." She murmured softly, not knowing what else to say but that simple truth.
Connor pumped at her, faster, harder, then she repeated his love, and he felt happiness swell inside of him, pure rapture.
She was being overwhelmed by the sensations and the feeling of him moving against her, in her. Her hands smoothed up his back to lock against the back of his neck, pulling his face down to hers, smoothing her lips against his softly. Pleasure with sex wasn't something new to her, but then again...she couldn't really remember the first time this had ever happened, if she had even enjoyed it. She was pretty sure that it was all new to Connor though, but the feeling that weighed down in her heart with him, no one else, it scared her, but excited her, made her want more, made her think she could never live with out him..with out this feeling.
He began to ease up when he saw the pure delight in her face, he could have said, "fish smell good yum yum," and she would never have known. It made him smile though, and he was suddenly in heaven again as she pressed her lips against his. It was almost like being high, the way she made him feel, trippy, ethreal, not of this world. He had to pull away from her mouth so that he could move again, it was hard to kiss and fuck really. He began to feel that pressure building up, the force inside of him, running to break free of him, "Oh Dawn...." he said, his face screwing up a little.
Dawn whimpered softly beneath him, her hands moving to his back again, clinging tightly to him as she felt her body convulsing around him. Her lips parted and she moaned, not even trying to hide her pleasure as he said..moaned her name. She arched into his body, feeling an intense pleasure begining to wash over her in waves, "Connor.." She was on the brink of orgasm, but wanted him to go right along with her, she was waiting for him, "Please..."
Connor heard her moans of pleasure, his name being called, the tightness of her clamping down around him as she was pleased, and that was it, "Augh," he cried out, moaned out, as he felt the pressure releasing itself from inside of him and into her, his cock spasming with the orgasm, twitching, until he was full spent. He collapsed against her, partly on the bed, partly on her, and closed his eyes, his breathing heavy and deep.
She tried to catch her breath, her arms loosening some on him, but staying around his back, her clinging turning into gentle caresses as he collapsed on top of her. She reveled in the atershocks..aftereffects of this amazing, passionate sex...love making. "Beautiful.." She murmured, her eyes still closed, her chest still heaving with intake of air and her lips pressing softly against his shoulder. She never wanted to move from his arms, ever...she loved it, she loved him..this...everything.
He had slipped off into sleep, and he was dreaming of a beautiful countryside. He was at home there, calling out for his wife to bring him something, here she came, and he was pleased to see it was Dawn. He smiled happily in his dream, but devastation, he couldn't touch her, he couldn't get near enough to her to hug her, hold her, kiss her, what was going on? He woke with a slight jolt and lifted his body up, gasping to see Dawn before the memories came rushing back to him. He groaned and rolled off of her, pulling out of her and laying on his side, looking at her. "Sorry," he replied, laying his head next to hers and planting a soft kiss on her cheek before closing his eyes again.
Dawn could feel Connor relaxing against her, almost like he was asleep, she giggled when she realized he was, but she didn't try to move him any. She didn't mind him still ontop of her and in her, she loved it actually. She snuggled in deeper beneath him until he groaned and shifted off of her. She shook her head and curled up next to him, closing her eyes when he apologized, "It's okay, no harm done..." She whispered, smiling lightly when he kissed her cheek. She was almost certain that she'd fall asleep like this and she didn't really care either. "I love you.." She murmured softly.
"I love you too," he mumbled out before falling back to sleep, this time without any dreams he could remember, just restful peaceful sleep.
The two curled around each other in a tight embrace as they slept, never thinking about if they would be caught that way, never caring. They had each other, and for the first time in a while, both felt at home.
TBC
So now it's my turn to point out some stuff.
The reason Dawn doesn't remember her first time that ended getting her pregnant is because she was very drunk that night, she can't remember the guy or really anything.
Some of the things Connor and Dawn...and any, or all other characters do may be a little or a lot out of character and I apologize for that, I'm trying my best.
Well anyways, here's the next part...warning, it's NC-17.
~*Chapter Four*~
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They had been avoiding each other since the 'almost kiss'. Dawn wasn't sure who was more weirded out towards it. Connor wasn't all that bad looking, and she admitted that her heart would speed up and her stomach would collect butterflys when he was around, but she doubted he felt any of this towards her. He was probably somewhere trying to think of how to tell her it was a huge mistake, or that he had only been trying to make her feel better about herself. That it would have been a pity kiss. Just what she needed. And now they were alone in the hotel. Atleast she thought there was a 'they', she hadn't seen Connor in a while, he could have gone out on this case with the others. But she didn't think it.
She was alone in her room, dressed and ready for bed, lying on her big bed, just staring at the ceiling. She hated it. She was sweating like a pig in her tank-top and shorts, and worrying about how to fix things with Connor so they could be friends again, without all the tension.
"Man..." She whined to herself as she pushed herself up from her bed and quickly padded out of room, intent on going to the kitchen to get something to drink. But she froze once she was out in the hall.
There stood Connor, almost frozen exactly like her, obviously heading up to his room. They just stood there, silent and staring at each for a few minutes, neither sure what to do.
"Listen-" "I want-"
They said at the same time, never noticing that they were taking tiny steps towards each other as they both chuckled nervously. They tried a few more times to talk, but it all came out at the same time. They fell quiet and it was only that they realized they were alone, that they were standing a mere inch from each other.
"About earlier..." Connor started, his voice quiet, more so than usual. His eyes seemed to have latched themselves onto her lips, following them, even when they stayed perfectly still.
"What about earlier?" Dawn questioned, trying to keep the waver out of her voice when she noticed where exactly his eyes had landed.
"I meant to do this." For once in his life, he wasn't going to back down from a girl because he was frightened of his feelings. He leaned in and brushed a gentle kiss against her lips. He smiled when she gasped after breaking away, then leaned back, waiting for that slap. Wasn't that what happened in the movies. Guy kisses pretty girl, pretty girl smacks guy, then they kiss again?
He was surprised when her tiny hand curled around the back of his neck and pulled his head down to meet soft lips with a much more heated kiss. It took her only a few seconds to respond and almost instantly his lips were molding against her, his tongue hesitantly lapping at her lips, almost as if asking for permission. His arms were wrapping around his waist, pulling her tightly up against him, moaning quietly as their tongues battled. He was getting lost in her. In her touch, her scent, just her presence, it was all overwhelming.
He never wanted to stop feeling this.
Dawn could feel him start to tremble as she pressed her lips to his heatedly, but it soon vanished from him and he was pulling her up against him, his arms around her. She couldn't really understand why her heart seemed to flutter everytime he touched her, even if it was just a brush against her hand, which was usually what she got in the past. He could get her hot with just a look and she wanted to be with him every second, and she was finally able to admit it. Maybe not to him, but to herself and that was enough. She'd known him for a little over two months and she had fallen so hard and fast for him, it was a scary thing, but at the same time, she loved the feeling.
She moaned softly against his lips, one of her arms wrapping around his neck as the other one ran through his hair. She pulled back, breathing heavily, needing to get air, allowing him to get some air too before she was pressing hard against him again, her mouth claiming his. She found her mind telling her not to do this yet, that they were moving to fast, but her thoughts were quickly being washed away by the feel of him. She felt her legs slowly began to walk backwards, still lip locked with him, pulling him into her room and towards her bed. One of her hands dropped down and dipped beneath his shirt, needing to feel his skin, seeking out heat, even though it was already scorching between them.
Connor looked confused for a moment as she pulled away, breathing heavily. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but she was clamped around his mouth with hers before he could. He felt his insides burning with the passion of needing her, and she was pulling him at the bed. Oh, he wanted to take her so badly, but he worried about doing it here, doing it at all really. They had just met, she was pregnant, and what if the others found them. He blocked these thoughts from his mind. They were all going to be out for hours, he had plenty of time for whatever Dawn had in mind, whatever she wanted to do. He felt her tugging at his shirt and he reciprocated with his own smooth tugging of her clothes, working her out of her pj's as they kept their mouths pressed together, as if they could kiss each other naked.
Dawn pulled back a second time, trying to catch her breath and trying to make her mind focus. She was confused to find both their tops off and them laying on the bed now. She knew she'd been tugging at his shirt, but she hadn't really been paying too much attention to anything except his kisses. She glanced down at her heaving chest before she looked up into the eyes of Connor. She let a small smile cross her lips, her finger coming up to trace his kiss swollen lips.
He was always so gentle with her, as if she'd break any second, like a glass doll (Even though they'd never been like this before.). She wondered though if he had a different, rougher side to him, although she doubted that things could get anymore passionate than they already were with him. She watched his eyes for a moment, she didn't want to push him too far, she knew she could come off extra strong at times, "Okay?" She questioned quietly, her other hand running down his back.
He nodded his head silently, licking his lips as he stared into her eyes, those big soulful eyes, beauty coming from the inside out. "You?" he asked in return, making sure that she was ok. He glanced down at her naked, bare chest, nipples erect, firm and round, he couldn't help but think of how they'd grown since she arrived (Not that he'd been watching or anything), and he couldn't resist. He moved his mouth down to meet them, first one and then the other, moaning in his guilty pleasure. He loved being a naughty boy, especially with her. That thought startled him, as if he'd ever done this before, but everything was coming so naturally, as if they'd done this a million times before.
She found her eyes being drawn to his lips as he licked them, those lips had to have been the most delicous things she'd ever tasted before. She glanced up into his eyes again, just before he ducked down to place kisses on her nipples, "Yes.." She moaned deep in her throat. "More.." She murmured softly, arching her breasts up against him, loving his mouth on her, just as much as his hands, "Touch me.." She begged quietly. If she weren't feeling so much pleasure at the moment, she'd probably be wondering where all of this was coming from, and why she wasn't flushed with embarrasment that these words were coming from her.
Connor placed one hand around her one breast as he sucked at her other nipple. His other hand trailed up her thigh and between her legs, pressing against the fabric in her crotch firmly before trailing his hand around her hip and to her back, gently caressing her soft skin. He could do this forever, her breasts were just right and she smelled so soft and sweet, it was like heaven.
Dawn's breath caught in her throat as Connor's hand wandered freely on her body, touching her most sensitive areas before dipping to her back and caressing her there. Her head was tilted back against the pillows, her eyes half opened and glazed over by the new sensations his mouth and hands were causing her. A soft moan escaped her parted lips as one of her hands ran through his hair, gently holding him to her breast, her other hand on his back, his shoulders, her fingers just running softly over any skin she could feel. "Connor..." She breathed out, a hitch in her voice.
He moaned with her, the sound of a simple moan from her turning him instantly rock hard. He shifted a little, pressing himself against her slightly, "Yes, tell me what you want," he said between sucking, alternating between her breasts. Her skin was like silk, soft and velvet like, and he wanted to explore her entire body. She was flawless, perfect, wonderful.
She forced herself to look at him, she hadn't really meant to move so fast. She thought they'd talk or something once she'd realized they were in the bed, and almost totally naked, but then he had started touching her and her body took over what her mind was refusing to do and now she was lying beneath him, needing...wanting. "You.." was her only answer when he asked to be told what she wanted, "Only you...please.." She murmured, pulling at her shoulders, trying to get him to move up so she could kiss him. "Now...I want you..to take me, make love to me." She whispered in a husky voice. "I know you want me...I can feel it." She shifted underneath him, trying to get closer to him, to the want from him that she felt poking into her through their clothes.
Connor had to stop himself from just ripping the rest of her clothes off as she pulled him up and asked for him. He kissed her, hotly, invading her mouth with his tongue as he worked her shorts off, then his, never breaking the kiss. All that was left was their underwear, and something was straining to break free of his. "I want you Dawn," he confirmed as the kiss broke. He moved down and removed her panties, gently, then his boxers. He pulled back some for just a second, to see if she really wanted this, once satisfied with what he saw, he moved closer, pressing his naked form against hers, "Are you sure? I don't want to rush you," he said softly, thinking that kissing her all over first would be heaven, but ready for whatever she wanted.
Dawn kept her eyes closed after he pulled away from the kiss, slightly nodding her head. Her eyes slowly fluttered open to gaze into his, "I'm sure...it's not rushed, it-it doesn't have to be rushed." She whispered, her hands caressing his back, "I want you...you want me, that's all that matters right now." She murmured, leaning up to kiss him again, silently urging him on.
"Mmmm," Connor responded, completely in her will now. He'd do anything she told him to at this point, he was her slave. He felt her tongue in his mouth and returned it with a passion, clutching her breast in one hand. He began to move over her, kissing her face, mouth, wanting to kiss her everywhere. He moved in between her legs and rested there for a moment, just kissing her collarbone, back up to her lips, opening his eyes occasionally to look at her. She was so beautiful, like an angel.
Dawn let her legs open more, making room for him to nestle between them. She sighed softly as he planted kisses everywhere, making her feel wonderful. Her eyes fluttered open once again to catch him looking at her, she smiled softly, one of her hands coming to his face, her fingers brushing across the side of his face, trailing over his lips, then sliding down his jaw to his neck and shoulder. "Connor.." She murmured, her other hand locked behind his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers, but not kissing him yet, "What are you waiting for.." She questioned teasingly, "I want you in me.." She suddenly felt bold, even though she had no clue what she was doing, she just wanted help out the dull ache that had started between her legs. She pressed her hips up against him, making a point to her words. She brought her lips to his, kissing almost gently at first, then adding more pressure, making the kiss more heated, passionate.
Connor felt a headiness taking him over, his head was dizzy and his breath was shallow. He nodded at her insistence, a small smile playing on his lips as he moved his hips with hers and found her entry. He moved his hips slowly forward and entered her, closing his eyes as all of the new sensations came rushing to him, the pleasure, rapture, nervousness, all of it, washed over him and he suddenly realized this was going to end badly, this was going to become an addiction, her sex and love like a hard drug of pleasure. He moved his hips slowly at first, feeling how she became wet very quickly, her nipples erect for him, urging him to bend his mouth down to them and take them up.
She breathed out slowly as he entered her, almost immidiately feeling the pleasurable sensations of him being in her washing over her. No pain, it confused her at first, but then the reality hit that she wasn't a virgin, infact she was pregnant, but she pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on him. She was almost surprised at his slowness, gentleness as he slowly moved in and out of her. She moaned quietly, her hips rising softly to meet his slow thrusts. Her hands ran over his back, gently caressing the smooth surface and she placed a few butterfly kisses on his shoulders before she let her head roll back against the pillows, giving in to him completely.
He felt her relax into him and he quickened his pace, moving with her, their bodies one movement, in, out, the thoughts in his mind simple and barely there. He concentrated on the feeling, the movement, the thrust, the whole and complete beauty of it all. "Oh god," he said quietly, "You are so beautiful. You are like a song, and your beauty sings in my head," he knew he should shut up, but he couldn't help it, he had the urge, the need, to tell her what was going on inside of him. "I think I'm in love.." he murmured, almost terrified that she heard him.
Dawn's breath caught in her throat as his slow strokes quickened a little, she met his thrust though with ones of her own. She felt raw emotion overtake her at his words, so pure, and loving. Her eyes half opened to look up at him with her desire, yet with her love, the strange love that she felt for this boy...this man she hardly knew. She brought a hand to his face, caressing his cheek as she let the shivers of pleasure was over her, "I love you.." She murmured softly, not knowing what else to say but that simple truth.
Connor pumped at her, faster, harder, then she repeated his love, and he felt happiness swell inside of him, pure rapture.
She was being overwhelmed by the sensations and the feeling of him moving against her, in her. Her hands smoothed up his back to lock against the back of his neck, pulling his face down to hers, smoothing her lips against his softly. Pleasure with sex wasn't something new to her, but then again...she couldn't really remember the first time this had ever happened, if she had even enjoyed it. She was pretty sure that it was all new to Connor though, but the feeling that weighed down in her heart with him, no one else, it scared her, but excited her, made her want more, made her think she could never live with out him..with out this feeling.
He began to ease up when he saw the pure delight in her face, he could have said, "fish smell good yum yum," and she would never have known. It made him smile though, and he was suddenly in heaven again as she pressed her lips against his. It was almost like being high, the way she made him feel, trippy, ethreal, not of this world. He had to pull away from her mouth so that he could move again, it was hard to kiss and fuck really. He began to feel that pressure building up, the force inside of him, running to break free of him, "Oh Dawn...." he said, his face screwing up a little.
Dawn whimpered softly beneath him, her hands moving to his back again, clinging tightly to him as she felt her body convulsing around him. Her lips parted and she moaned, not even trying to hide her pleasure as he said..moaned her name. She arched into his body, feeling an intense pleasure begining to wash over her in waves, "Connor.." She was on the brink of orgasm, but wanted him to go right along with her, she was waiting for him, "Please..."
Connor heard her moans of pleasure, his name being called, the tightness of her clamping down around him as she was pleased, and that was it, "Augh," he cried out, moaned out, as he felt the pressure releasing itself from inside of him and into her, his cock spasming with the orgasm, twitching, until he was full spent. He collapsed against her, partly on the bed, partly on her, and closed his eyes, his breathing heavy and deep.
She tried to catch her breath, her arms loosening some on him, but staying around his back, her clinging turning into gentle caresses as he collapsed on top of her. She reveled in the atershocks..aftereffects of this amazing, passionate sex...love making. "Beautiful.." She murmured, her eyes still closed, her chest still heaving with intake of air and her lips pressing softly against his shoulder. She never wanted to move from his arms, ever...she loved it, she loved him..this...everything.
He had slipped off into sleep, and he was dreaming of a beautiful countryside. He was at home there, calling out for his wife to bring him something, here she came, and he was pleased to see it was Dawn. He smiled happily in his dream, but devastation, he couldn't touch her, he couldn't get near enough to her to hug her, hold her, kiss her, what was going on? He woke with a slight jolt and lifted his body up, gasping to see Dawn before the memories came rushing back to him. He groaned and rolled off of her, pulling out of her and laying on his side, looking at her. "Sorry," he replied, laying his head next to hers and planting a soft kiss on her cheek before closing his eyes again.
Dawn could feel Connor relaxing against her, almost like he was asleep, she giggled when she realized he was, but she didn't try to move him any. She didn't mind him still ontop of her and in her, she loved it actually. She snuggled in deeper beneath him until he groaned and shifted off of her. She shook her head and curled up next to him, closing her eyes when he apologized, "It's okay, no harm done..." She whispered, smiling lightly when he kissed her cheek. She was almost certain that she'd fall asleep like this and she didn't really care either. "I love you.." She murmured softly.
"I love you too," he mumbled out before falling back to sleep, this time without any dreams he could remember, just restful peaceful sleep.
The two curled around each other in a tight embrace as they slept, never thinking about if they would be caught that way, never caring. They had each other, and for the first time in a while, both felt at home.
TBC