Thereisa woman for me. And she’s right here.Trusting me. With her heart. With her body. With her life.
I notch myself back between Hazel’s legs. “Sweetheart. I want to feel everything, too.”
And as I slowly sink inside her, I do.
I feel the slickness of her arousal easing me in.
The tightness of her inner walls clutching at me.
I feel the quiver of her muscles as I plunge even deeper.
I feel the perfect fit of us once I’m fully inside her.
And it’s so much more than I could have imagined.
Not just because of how it feels physically, which is pretty damn incredible. But because this—what Hazel is trusting me with—means even more than that.
I didn’t want to trust for a long time.
But with Hazel, it’s impossible not to.
As we move together, a feeling like nothing I’ve experienced before grows bigger and bigger inside me.
This is perfect. In every way possible.
Hazel’s moans and whimpers are perfect.
So is the way she says my name, like she’s desperate for me.
Her nails dig into my arms, bringing the perfect sting of pain amid the overwhelming pleasure.
The way she feels as I pull out and plunge deep inside her again is perfection.
When her eyes fall shut and her lips part in a tiny O of pleasure, it’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.
And then.
When her eyes open to meet mine, and she begs, “Alec. I need more. Harder. Faster. Please,” I can’t think of a more perfect time than this.
And like anything Hazel asks for, I’ll gladly give it to her.
So I prop her legs over my shoulders and drive into her harder. Faster.
Pressure builds inside me, desperate to escape.
I reach between us to find her exposed bundle of nerves and work it until she’s whimpering and her muscles are convulsing around me.
And with one final thrust, she explodes, screaming my name.
That’s all it takes for me to rocket off the edge with her. My vision blinks out in a flash of bright light as I pulse inside her, filling her. Sharing something I’ve never done with anyone before. Trusting Hazel with something I wouldn’t with anyone else.
Still joined, I roll both of us over so Hazel’s draped across my body. We both lay in silence as the aftershocks ripple through us and our breathing returns to normal again. She tucks her head under my chin and nuzzles my neck, which I’ve discovered might be one of my favorite things in the world. Or maybe my favorite thing is holding Hazel in my armsand feeling her naked body pressed against mine. Maybe it’s her soft breath feathering across my skin, punctuated by light sighs of pleasure.
Or maybe it’s all of it.
MaybeHazelis my favorite thing in the world.
After a couple minutes of silence, Hazel smiles against my neck. With a hint of laughter in her voice, she says, “I think I worked up an appetite now.”
