Sweethearts

But the rational parts of him (which were fast losing ground) were saying that, all measures of how happy and good he felt right then aside, he was much too young to be sure this was the kind of love that would last forever, the kind he could comfortably cement in that way. After all, Dawn had once said she was in love with Lucas, but now she was here with him, not their other childhood friend...



However, his resistance to his body\'s urges didn\'t extend to his hands or mouth, or even his eyes, which now travelled the length of her arms down to rest between her legs. Barry hardly knew what to expect there, his experience limited to a couple curious searches online years before and the times Ethan had tricked him into similar sites. It was due to Ethan\'s tastes that he was slightly surprised at the thin patch of carefully trimmed hair sitting on her mound, but upon further thought, he realized its presence only made sense, and made her look more grown-up, even sexier. His attention was briefly pulled upward by her fingers curling under the heat of his gaze, and he bent to the side to kiss her leg carefully before continuing his curiosity.



His eyes ran down her barely parted slit, one hand following to rest just beside her core, but still on her thigh, the other still wrapped a bit around her other leg. For once in his life, Barry had no idea how to begin; his exuberance meant little here. But his hand so much as brushing against her lips left Dawn\'s head rolling, a whimper escaping her throat, and that was all the encouragement he needed.



Barry leaned forward, resting on one hand over her, ignoring the aching of his knees as he moved them for the first time in what felt like forever. Now that his eyes were fixed on hers again, his face hovering inches above her breasts, he let his hand glide the last couple inches across her mound to put his middle finger along her slit.



“Oh.... It\'s... so wet...” he said with mixed notes of alarm and thrill. She couldn\'t actually manage a laugh in between the soft moans his touch was bringing from her, but she grinned none the less. “Dawn...” he gasped, his finger sliding between her lips easily and quickly getting coated by the sticky slickness of her pussy. Unconsciously his tongue ran across his lips, his gaze darting between her face and his arm, though he\'d leaned too far to actually see their juncture.



Her mouth was hung open as he ran his finger across every little bump he felt, her chest shivering from the effort of her breathing. She heard him whisper, “Am... I inside you?”, and though his voice seemed miles away she managed to shake her head.



One hand came down to wrap around his wrist, carefully guiding his finger around her body, helping it to push across each place in turn. Then one spot seemed to give way, even wetter than the rest of her. They both gasped as his middle finger found the small gap of her opening and sank into her, moving slowly from her tightness but faced with no real resistance until he was past the second knuckle.



“N-now you are.”



Barry was frozen, staring at the way her eyes seemed trapped below her lashes. Her lips seemed to be searching for his, making soft motions into the air, and the need to meet them and oblige her won out over his confusion at being wrapped in her for the moment.



Her kisses had never seemed so wet before, but maybe it was simply that was all he could be aware of as he leaned over her. Dawn\'s lips slid across his again and again, trying to grab hold but not really making it, as he uncertainly twisted his finger inside of her. Her thin hands showed a strength he never knew as they gripped his wrist harder, guiding him at first, though soon it was only her fingers still holding, the rest of her arm limp.



Her voice was a shrill whimper against him, her vocabulary a single word: “B-Barry!” He found himself groaning louder each time he tasted the word off of her. The arm holding him above her felt weaker with each of those noises, his knees shaking on either side of hers; he willed himself to stay propped up, but it was like his mind was hynotized by her heat, his body twitching slightly with each movement of his finger.



The sensation was a glorious but strange one to Dawn. The few times she\'d tried to put a finger inside herself before, it had felt nothing like this, instead simply uncomfortable, but now the only complaint she had was that it was still an alien feeling. The rapid thrusting seemed to be doing little for the heat pooled in her stomach, despite the way it made her cheeks hotter still. The realization of what the cause might be crossed her mind shyly, and she turned her head just enough to pull her lips from Barry\'s pry. “Another,” she whispered.



“...What?” he panted back, mind too clouded to absorb her meaning.



With another whimper, she squeezed his wrist to still him, then reached down with her second hand to run her thumb along his palm. Pulling him just barely free from her body,, she gingerly uncurled his index finger to sit alongside his middle.



It was sticky. The second finger she had touched was sticky and too warm and gods she knew why and it just made her lip absolutely tremble. With her front teeth set firmly into that lip to still it, she urged his fingers back toward herself, then sought back out his lips....



It was too much, having both of his fingers in her. She knew it would be, and it seemed slightly like it hurt but really more than anything she just had never been aware of what feeling “tight” meant before. But now he was easing both digits in and out of her body, and she swore she could feel the bump of each knuckle when it passed in or out of her and she wasn\'t even sure she\'d thought about Barry\'s hands in that much detail before, no matter how many times she\'d sat there just holding or stroking his palm.



She whined a little louder when he pushed in deeper, and he jerked to a stop above her, unsure if the yelp had been of pain or pleasure. Instntly the hand not still attached to his arm was on his other shoulder, nails digging in slightly from the shock of him stopping.



“Are... are you alright?”



“Quit worrying,” she almost shouted. Her eyes shot wide in surprise at the volume of her own voice and she turned her head to the side, swallowing hard to try and steady her breathing and regain control of her words. “Don\'t worry,” she wheezed, lips pressing together as she licked them. “Just... I\'ve never felt anything like this before...”



He stared at her for a moment, then shivered and smiled widely. “It\'s good, then?”



She grinned back, trying to focus her cloudy gaze on his face. “Amazing.”



“Only natural for someone as amazing as me, right?”



Her eyes managed to roll even in her daze, but still she was smiling as her lips brushed back across his. “How do I make you be quiet and keep doing that?” she whispered, her cheeks managing a darker stain at the request.



He obliged without further asking, and he returned to the wiggling of his fingers, his movements more certain now that he was sure she was happy with it and that he at least sort of seemed to know what he was doing. Their tongues met once more, soft and thorough but still rushed between their lips, and Dawn began to relax again, though now her hips rolled away from the bed now and then. Her left hand slipped away from its cautious hold on his wrist, two fingers trailing down the divot of his palm until her own rested against her body...



That was it, that was what was missing. Dawn actually shrieked, though the sound got no further than Barry\'s tongue, as her fingers chanced across her overcharged clit. She tried it again, consciously, and the jerk up her spine nearly pulled her free of the kiss. Without another thought she began rubbing her fingers lightly across the swollen button, her knees bending further as though to push her hips against both the hands now caring for her.



The other hand slid into her boyfriend\'s hair, pulling lightly at the fluff as she sought some way to hold him close. He felt his own hips twitch in response to the motions of the girl under him, his need calling out for contact again, and he closed his eyes tighter, trying to focus more on Dawn.



To focus on the muscles squeezing his fingers so much he thought they might meld into one, the slick-yet-sticky sensation that coated those digits, the occasional pokes when timing would shove her fingers up against his palm...



She was playing with herself, too. That single thought tore through Barry\'s will so strongly that his knees finally gave way, letting his chest rest on hers and his hips curl against her thigh. He\'d already ground a few strokes into that skin when he finally caught himself, pulling his lips free from hers and gasping for breath; her own panting washed across his face, beckoning him back, and he buried his face in her neck instead as he sought to straighten his thoughts. This hiding place helped little, as intoxicating as the scent of her heated skin had become, and the leg suddenly raised to push into his erection helped even less.



“She\'s playing with herself,” he mumbled to himself, eliciting a questioning sound from Dawn when she couldn\'t make out his words. Something about that thought was at once the most amazing and... arousing was the only word for it, thing that he\'d heard, and at the same time, seemed off. Not in a way that upset him, just in a way that made him feel like he\'d forgotten something.



There was a hand on his lower back, skimming the elastic there, making Barry realize for the first time that his jeans had made it halfway down his thighs by now. The touch of her hands so low made him shiver, drawing goosebumps from the skin across his waist.



His lips dropped to her collar bone, pressing a sloppy kiss there as he willed his hips higher above her, trying to separate their bodies long enough to figure out whatever it was that was off about the situation. That wasn\'t far enough, though, and he scooted lower, following the valley of her chest with his tongue... To his delight, the shift in angle made the motion of his wrist easier. Dawn twitched beneath him, the hand that could no longer reach his lower back sliding up to meet the nape of his hair.



The obvious answer suddenly became moving lower still, to make the motion easier still and let him rub more against wherever it was that made her shake like that. Barry grazed past her stomach, resting his head at last beside her hip bone, where he could still faintly hear the pounding of her heart with one ear, while the sounds of her wetness filled the other.



The extra advantage was that her leg no longer pressed against his bulge. On one hand, he could now think far more clearly... on the other, his body ached for that touch again within a couple seconds of its absence, such that he caught himself whining slightly. That urge quickly left his mind, however, as it was distracted by her fingers, mere inches from his face. The way she was moving them was downright hypnotizing, beyond his comprehension as she moved her fingertips against the small nub of flesh at the head of her slit. It as mostly a repetitive circle, but occasionally she\'d pause and slide it a little harder, like she was trying to regain her grip against the slickness of her skin.



It was far more beautiful than anything he did to himself, he thought as he continued watching, and the beauty was accented by the gradually rising noises she was making.



Finally it came to mind that that was the problem; that was what was wrong with the thought of her touching herself. He wasn\'t the one doing it. Yes, it was his fingers inside of her, thrusting his hand at a tiring speed despite how tightly her body clung around his fingers, but she was still having to do some of the work, she was still moving her fingers. He wanted to let her relax entirely, to be the one providing all of the pleasure for her. He wanted to make her finish, the same as she had done for him, nevermind that it had been an accident in that case.



“Dawn,” he panted, surprising himself with how out of breath he was despite doing so little. “Dawn, let me...”



He say up slightly, pulling his knees beneath him and leaning on them and his elbows as he moved in between her legs. she either hadn\'t heard or had simply ignored his words, as her fingers were still continuing their slow circles. He nudged her hand out of the way with his own carefully, finding the exact angle she\'d been using impossible from his side, but managing to lay his thumb against her similarly.



Dawn yelped, her head tilting to the side. Her hand groped around, unsure of what to do with it now that it had been pushed aside. She stuttered his name again, biting her lip when he pressed just a little too hard.



“Like this?” he grinned, looking up at her expectantly.



Unable to actually meet his gaze, she simply shook her head, lips pressed harder together. “Uhh...” she managed, gasping louder, “lighter. A little-” she was cut off when he released so much of the pressure that his fingerprint barely tickled her nub, causing her to jerk beneath him. “...Somewhere... somewhere between,” she panted, squeezing her own thigh to keep it from rushing back in to do the job itself.



The sensation of someone else being the one touching her there was foreign... Actually, the sensation of being touched there at all was still unfamiliar to her, as she was sure she could still count the number of orgasms she\'d had in her life on both hands. It wasn\'t that it didn\'t feel good – she knew damn well it felt amazing, both from her own experiments and that one fateful day with May – but that she didn\'t have urges for it often. The need had been growing more throughout her months with Barry, though, and while it was certainly rough for her at that exact second, something of that need was being satisfied by his touch in a way her own fingers hadn\'t quite managed...



But she needed to be pushed forward, the teasing and kissing they\'d spent the last – it felt like hours, how long had they been here now? – on having left her body on fire and more than ready to just be done with it. For the first time she could really recognize, Dawn not only wanted to cum, but needed to.



She told him so in a begging tone that made them both buck their hips instinctively, though his met only air. “It... Barry... I need to... to finish,” she stammered, trying to find the right words. It hurt in a way she didn\'t understand, not like when he\'d pushed in his fingers but instead the same way as a bruise... “It\'s... I\'m tender... be... be carefullll...”



Dawn\'s hips shifted repeatedly under Barry\'s hands, seeming as much like they were trying to escape his touch as push toward it. To his frustration, it was making it hard to keep any sort of a rhythm going on her. Each time his thumb was pulled away from her button again, she yelped, and from the corner of his eye he could see her hand twitch toward her center at those same moments. “Tell me what to do,” he asked, his voice cracking and making him swallow so he could breathe again. “I want to help you, Dawn...” he groaned, kissing the knuckles of her wayward hand.



“I... I don\'t know...” she squeaked, trying to still herself with a frustrated whine. “I don\'t... know... what to doooo...”



He frowned at the way her body was tensing, seeing her brow furrowed in concentration high above him. “...Relax,” he whispered, not sure where the words were coming from since they sounded so much calmer than how he actually felt. “Relax. Don\'t worry about it...” he repeated, laying more soft kisses against her fingers. If girls worked anything like he did, then trying too hard was only going to make it take longer, and she didn\'t seem like she could take that. He\'d never seen someone squirm as much as she was, except maybe from being tickled, and that didn\'t seem like quite the right result... But Barry was not the type to admit defeat, and he wasn\'t about to let his girlfriend take care of this.



Inspiration struck him as he had to lick his lips again, and though he blushed at the thought, he found himself seriously considering it. If his fingers weren\'t working, he\'d just have to use something else, and from the sounds of things, his tongue would be able to do the job just wonderfully. After all, it had worked for May, right? And as slightly unappetizing as the notion of licking her was, he knew people did it all the time, and he figured that if another girl could handle it, he definitely could.



He gave no warning as he slid his hand to the side, taking a deep breath before replacing the touch with his tongue.



If anyone else was home, there was no way they didn\'t hear the scream Dawn let out right then. Barry could feel her insides clamp down on his fingers, and it was only the way the hand in his hair dragged him toward her that told him he should keep going. His tongue was wet and hot and managed to touch all edges of her clit at once, much to her delight. What he lacked in skill he definitely made up for in enthusiasm, lapping fervently at her button as she whimpered appreciatively. She was something close to bitter, and yet at the same time tasted so much like her mouth he couldn\'t care about the difference, instead focusing on the feel of her folds. They had felt soft to his fingers, but to his tongue they were velvet, feeling at once like her tongue and like her ear. He was surprised at how easily he found her nub amongst them, but it stood out as the only stiff part of her, and was made more obvious by the way her fingers pulled at his scalp when he focused on it.



Barry forgot to keep moving his fingers, from how focused he now was on trying to keep his tongue going, but that didn\'t seem to matter. His girlfriend\'s voice rose on a crescendo each time she had enough breath to let out a noise, just from the heat of that muscle moving against her. Whether it was the who or the how long, she literally had no idea something touching her could feel this good, and she was finally understanding why the other girls made such a big deal of these things. “Barryyyy!” she called, her voice shrill as she lost sense of her surroundings.



The last thing she was aware of before the white light hit her was the slight twitch of Barry\'s fingers inside of her, spurred back into motion at the mention of his name. Then she was gone, only getting halfway through her next shout before she ran out of air. The blond moaned from between her legs as her body clenched around his fingers, freezing them in place inside her. He started to pull away, unsure if he should touch her still during that delicate moment – and Dawn answered his unspoken question with a stiff jerk of her wrist, pushing his head face-first back to her slit.



A couple seconds later, once she\'d finally managed to draw in a few rough breaths, most escaping again as some variation of his name, her hands seemed to change their mind. A little too roughly he found himself pushed away from her core by a hand on his cheek and another on his temple. He looked up to her in confusion, and her hands hovered stiffly in front of him as her hips jerked again, before one found its way back into his hair and stroked it apologetically. “Y-yess...” she hissed, biting her lip to hold back another loud moan. “Oh...ohhh... Barry...”



“Yes?” he whispered with a grin, turning his face to kiss her other outstretched palm.



She wondered what, indeed, as she managed to lay her legs back out straight for the first time in minutes. “Barry, Barry, Barry,” she called softly, her voice slightly melodic between pants. Her fingers curled slightly, beckoning him back up to eye level, the other hand still scratching his head lightly.



He smiled dumbly, crawling back up in the narrow space between her and the wall, kicking off his half-discarded jeans in the process. “Dawn?” he answered her, his voice still husky as he curled up beside her.



“I love you.” She giggled softly, kissing his nose before curling into his chest. “So much,” she added a moment later as one of her hands found his.



Barry felt his grin widen at her actions, kissing first the hand wrapped around hers and then her lips. “I love you too. More,” he teased, sliding his top arm over her to hold her close. “If I\'d known you\'d be this beautiful when you\'re this happy... I wouldn\'t have waited so long.”



He felt her turn her head slightly into the bed, nuzzling the mattress shyly. “I could have waited forever. It was worth the wait,” she whispered, eyes half shut as she gazed at their joined fingers.



Somehow he managed to smile broader, pressing his lips to the top of her bowed head. “It was,” he agreed, taking a deep breath of her scent and letting it back out with the most joyous sigh he\'d even felt.



“I can hardly believe there\'s more that might be even better...” Dawn mused, her fingers tracing the lines of his palm. “Barry... if this is what things will be like... It\'s so worth waiting for. I don\'t care if it\'s a few months or a few years... I love you, so I\'ll wait for you.” She shifted carefully, looking back up at him and letting their noses press together softly.



If he hadn\'t been in love with her before then, he certainly was now. Her every action had enchanted him for the past hour, and now her words seemed outright musical. Her face was lit with a soft blush that melted him, her eyes carrying a sparkle he\'d never seen before. Without another thought he pushed his lips back against hers, his hand wrapping around the fingers playing on his palm. His heart felt the fullest he could remember, with their bodies pressed so closely together, joined at so many places; their lips in a kiss, their hands in a squeeze, his arm around her waist, her leg wrapped over his knee.



He wished he could be closer to her though. Show Dawn that he truly loved her, and his words just didn\'t seem to be doing the emotion justice. The kiss came closer, but it just wasn\'t enough.



Dawn gasped softly as their lips dragged across each other, and Barry realized it was because his hand was cupping her cheek, holding her closer. She was so warm, so soft, so familiar, even in this unknown state of being virtually naked in each other\'s arms. How was he so comfortable like this, so soon after he\'d insisted that he never could be?



“Do you really want to have to wait?” he asked in the breath between them, his voice too soft for her to make out.



“Do I what?”



He took a deep breath, stroking her cheek with his thumb, his eyes darting between both of hers. “You said you\'d wait even if it was a few years. What about a few minutes?”



Those eyes widened instantly, her hand going limp within his grasp. “You... Barry...?” Her words spoke of confusion, but not fear, though there was a token of nervousness quivering there.



His shook to match as he squeezed her fingers just a tad tighter, willing his gaze to stay on hers. “Do you want to have to wait?”



“I...” The blood escaped from her brain, filling her cheeks instead, making it hard for her to answer. “No. I will wait, though, for you.”



“What if you didn\'t have to?”