Nervous Flier (6 page)

"Do you believe me yet?" Dawson's voice was hoarse. "I didn't know what else to do other than show you these pictures."

The timid way Dawson spoke overwhelmed her with guilt. Dawson really liked her, and she had steamrolled him. Why did he even bother to come back to her when she was such an idiot?

"I am so sorry," Noel whispered. "I thought
…I thought…"

"I know exactly what you thought, and I don't blame you after what that bastard did to you." Dawson shook his head. "I just didn't know what to do to clear up the misunderstanding. Then I found the pictures and knew you would have to believe me if I showed you."

"Why didn't you come to me sooner?"

"You told me not to come near you again." Dawson exhaled a shaky sigh. "To be honest, I was scared that the pictures wouldn't make a difference in your opinion of me. I really like you, Noel. Your words cut me deep. I didn't want to hear them again. I didn't think I could take it."

Neither of them spoke. Noel saw the sadness and uncertainty in Dawson's eyes and once again was struck by the fact she was the biggest idiot in the world. She reached over and grabbed Dawson's hand, which was warm beneath her own. Dawson hesitated, then placed his other hand on top of hers. It didn't matter that the people in line had begun to stare. All that mattered was her and him. She was so relieved that he wasn't an asshole and so happy that not all men were bad. Not only had Dawson cleared his own name, but seemingly that of the whole human race as well. After what she had thought Dawson had done, she believed she would never trust again.

"So
…" Dawson cut through her thoughts, then shuffled his feet.

"Do you think we can have a do over?" Noel winced. "Pretend that I never made that stupid mistake of believing you were capable of being that evil."

Dawson's tired frown slowly morphed into a grin. "That depends. Do I still get the belated overnight weekend with the woman of my dreams tonight?"

"It's Wednesday." Noel blanched.

"Same difference." Dawson shrugged. "Every night is weekend at casa Dawson."

Suddenly Noel felt so happy she thought she might float away like a balloon. "Better make a reservation for two."

With a laugh, Dawson nodded.

That night, Noel lay beneath Dawson on rose colored silk sheets as he massaged her back and the scent of rose oil filled the room. In the background, soft tribal music played. Everything was relaxing, from Dawson's steady, solid hands on her shoulders kneading away the tension she had felt over the past couple of days to the lavender walls and the distant call of birds outside the window. As Dawson massaged her back, Noel couldn't help but think about Peter's phone call and chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Dawson asked seductively, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and making her shiver.

"Did you really beat up Peter?" Noel grinned into her pillow. "How did you even find out where he lived?"

"Oh." Dawson stiffened. "You mentioned what he did for a living, so I looked his first name and his job up online. The only other Peter in Chicago who works as a stockbroker is sixty years old, so he was easy to find. I figured out where he lived, then punched him in the face and ran away. I don't think he knows who I am, thank God."

Noel snorted into her pillow, imagining the expression on Peter's face.

"Wait. How did you know I did that?" Dawson went rigid. "I kind of was embarrassed."

"He called me, ranting about my boyfriend." Noel shook her head, still chortling. "Apparently, his fiancé heard you yelling and broke up with him too."

"Oh, no, not that." Dawson stopped straddling her and sat at her side instead. "It's not like she would be better off without him or anything."

"Not at all." Noel rolled onto her back and gazed at the ceiling.

For a second Dawson didn't move, but then he rolled so he was lengthwise on the bed and facing her. He reached forward and ran his fingers down from her chin all the way between her breasts where a line of buttons ran up her blouse. He massaged the line of buttons as he gazed at her with an intense expression on his face. Noel turned and gazed deep into his bright eyes.

"So you aren't mad because of what I did?" Dawson asked.

"Mad?" Noel shook her head. "Are you crazy? That guy deserved what he got."

"I thought so too." Dawson's brows furrowed. "I'm not usually the aggressive type, but that guy…I could have spent all day punching him."

"He wouldn't be worth that." Noel reached out and stroked his cheek. "There are better things to spend all day doing."

The irises of Dawson's eyes darkened and a smirk crossed his face as he said with a husky whisper, "That there are."

Then Dawson leaned forward, cupped her cheek with his palm, then gently kissed her lips. His warm, sweet smelling breath tickled her nose as she wrapped her arms around his strong back and then buried her fingers in the soft material of his black t-shirt. The gentleness faded as Dawson probed her mouth with his tongue, eager to enter her. She was just as eager to receive him and opened her lips, allowing Dawson inside. As Dawson massaged her tongue with his, she could feel his cock hardening against her thigh as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

Pleasure overwhelmed her because Dawson was just as turned on by her as she was by him. With a groan against Dawson's lips, Noel ran her fingers down the front of his chest, feeling his hard muscles and enjoying every sultry inch of his flesh. When she reached the bottom of his shirt, she grabbed fistfuls of material, then began to yank it up over his body. Dawson pulled his tongue from her mouth, sat up, then lifted his arms. She yanked the shirt over his head, revealing every fine inch of Greek god that Dawson had hidden beneath the material.

Dawson's chest was dusted with a fine layer of golden hair. His torso was hard and toned. Below his chest, his flat stomach led downward to a fine patch of hair which disappeared beyond the line of his pants. At the sight of Dawson's gorgeous body, Noel's cunt grew wet with eagerness. She could not contain herself. Reaching forward, she buried her fingers in Dawson's chest hair, enjoying how soft it was. Even his smell, which was sweet and similar to incense, drove her insane with want. She could have pressed her nose against his skin and spent all day inhaling his sweet smell. If there was a way to make bottled Dawson, Noel would have bought it by the truckload.

After Noel ran her fingers down from Dawson's fine chest hair and over his smooth, toned muscles, Dawson reached for her, stroking the pulsing vein in her neck then dipping downward toward the buttons of her shirt again. This time, he didn't just run his fingers over the seam. Instead he unbuttoned the buttons expertly one by one. When he reached the final button at the bottom and her body was hit with a slight chill, she shivered. With an eager grin, Dawson pushed the shirt over her shoulders, revealing her pale flesh beneath.

Unlike Dawson, Noel was not naturally tan nor did she spend much time outdoors with her shirt off. Her pale skin didn't appear to bother Dawson, however. Instead he leaned forward, kissed the pale acres of fleshy breast which bulged above her lacy lavender bra, and reached around her to unhook it. Faster than even she could have managed, Dawson released her breasts from their trap and her mountains poured out. When Dawson groaned in want and reached forward to toy with her right nipple, it hardened and rose to meet his fingers. The tips of Noel's nipples were so sensitive that Dawson's touch sent a rush of pleasure from her breast all the way down to her clit.

Dawson dipped low, then sucked her right nipple into his mouth. As his warm tongue overwhelmed her excited, swollen flesh, he reached down and fiddled with the fly on her black slacks. With his face buried in her breasts, it took him a moment to undo her pants, but he managed. Within minutes, he had the front of her pants undone and began to push the slacks down to her thighs. Still, though, Dawson did not release her breast from his lips. Instead, as he toyed with her nipple with his tongue, he ran his hand over the top of her already sodden cunt, causing tingles of pleasure to dive straight into her clit. Unable to control herself and having no reason to do so, Noel arched her back and began to cry out in pleasure. Even with his fingers, Dawson was good.

At her pleasure, Dawson chuckled against her breast and finally released her nipple. After kissing the flesh of her breasts, he got on his knees then moved so he was by her legs instead. Seizing both her panties and slacks, he began to yank them down her legs. After he got them over her feet, he tossed them to the floor by the side of the bed, then lay at her side, gazing at her with an euphoric and amazed expression on his face. With how Dawson stared at her, he could have been examining Athena herself.

"Oh, God, Noel." Dawson leaned over and nuzzled her neck. "You are so gorgeous."

Then Dawson kissed her lips and plunged his tongue inside of her as if trying to erase any doubt. As Dawson explored her mouth, he fingered her cunt's lips with his right hand. At first he just rubbed her clitoris with his thumb teasingly, causing her to whimper and squirm. She began to hump his hand a little, longing to build the friction. Taking notice of her urgency, Dawson pressed his full palm against her wet cunt, then began to rub her, hard, with his hand.

With every touch and hard pressure, Noel gasped. She widened her legs and bent her knees all the way, longing to be driven off the edge to orgasm. Dawson pulled his tongue from her mouth and began to suck on her neck as he toyed with her cunt's lips again for a moment. After he had had enough of teasing her, he found her hole with his index finger, then traced the rim of it while she squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. Finally, after minutes of excruciating pleasure torture, Dawson shoved his finger inside of her deep, then began to thrust with his digit.

This first circumstance of having Dawson inside of her caused her eyes to shoot open. Dawson, as he shoved his finger inside of her again and again, stared deep into her eyes with breathtaking intensity. She didn't want to shut her eyes ever again. She wanted to stare into Dawson's face forever and crawl up inside of him and die there. The thought drove her so close to coming that she burrowed her nails harder into Dawson's back and let out a cry of unending want and ecstasy. It took everything she had not to shriek to the heavens, "Mother of God, set me free!" Unfortunately, Dawson pulled his fingers from her seconds before she careened off the edge.

Dawson must have felt just as eager and as overwhelmed as she did, because, while panting in excitement, he unzipped his fly and pulled both his pants and boxer shorts down his legs. For the first time, Noel got a full view of Dawson and all of his exquisite glory. Dawson's long, hard shaft met plump balls covered in fine golden curls just like what graced his chest. Even though Noel was nowhere near a virgin, she thought,
Will that fit inside of me?
Like the rest of him, Dawson's cock was so long she had a hard time imagining that so much man could fit inside of her cunt.

If it was a challenge, though, then Dawson was up to it. He crawled back on her, then kissed her deeply again. As his tongue plunged inside of her mouth, she felt his hard, hot cock nudge her inner thigh and shivered. Yes, it would fit. It had to fit. Her cunt had never been so lubricated or so ready to receive anybody's body. With a grin, Dawson drew back from his kiss and gazed deep into her eyes.

"You ready for me?" Dawson asked.

Noel nodded. She had never been more ready for anyone.

With a groan, Dawson reached over to the bedside drawer and opened it. He pulled out a massive, unopened boxed of condoms, then tore off the cardboard top and reached inside. He selected one and opened the package.

"Fifty count?" Noel raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Should I be worried about you after all?"

"I think you should worry about
yourself
." Dawson leaned forward and nuzzled her lips. "I bought them for us right before the weekend."

Noel could tell by his intense expression he was serious. Maybe it was ridiculous, but a fifty box of condoms was a long-term commitment. Yes, it was a commitment to sex, but with a man like Dawson, she didn
‘t have a problem with that.

Not breaking his stare, Dawson continued to watch her as he pulled on the condom. He situated himself right before her cunt again, and she spread her legs further and lifted her hips off of the bed, eager to receive him. Dawson bent over her. Noel felt his cock's head brush her cunt and then felt a slight pinch as Dawson eased himself inside of her. As her hole stretched, Noel groaned and grabbed Dawson's hard, naked ass. Soon she felt stretched out on the inside too. She and Dawson were one.

For just a millisecond, Noel and Dawson shared an intimate stare. That was when Dawson began to move inside of her, and her mind went blank. Soon all she cared about was the hot friction between her legs as Dawson thrust inside of her, his balls slapping the lips of her cunt. Every time he moved, she felt spasms of pleasure fill her whole body. It was like she was having an out of body experience and any second now Dawson was going to hump her so hard she would be thrown from physical self permanently. In order to drive him in deeper, Noel grasped Dawson's ass cheeks, forcing him into her harder.

As Noel began to cry out with every thrust, Dawson's grunts soon joined hers. Dawson returned to staring deep into her eyes. Soon it wasn't just their private parts that were mating, but their eyes and their voices as well. Noel couldn't take the rising pleasure. It built and built, and she let out one last desperate yell before pleasure warmed her belly and threw her forward, into the abyss of pleasure. She collapsed onto the bed as Dawson continued to pound into her, not yet finished.