“Never again,” Clem said. Said lust bloomed inside her as she looked at Hazel. “You know,” she began. She rose to her knees and raked her gaze over Hazel’s body. “We’ve centered me a lot tonight.”
“Which I have enjoyed very much,” Hazel interrupted.
“Which you’ve enjoy,” Clem repeated. “But be that as it may —” she pushed Hazel’s shoulder so her back was flat on the bed. Before Hazel could shift again, Clem lowered and dropped open mouth kisses along Hazel’s neck, darting her tongue out and tasting the sweet and salty mix of Hazel’s skin. “There is plenty I would like to do to center you.”
She didn’t give Hazel a chance to distract her this time. Her fingers found Hazel’s swollen pussy, where she rubbed and circled her clit. She delighted in the moans that turned to cries as Hazel rode out her pleasure, appreciating the gasp when Clem slipped first one, then two fingers inside Hazel. She watched as Hazel’s neck arched and a flush rose up her body. Her own body warmed and felt heavy. Hazel rode her hand until Clem couldn’t take it any more. She needed more.
She would die if she didn’t get more.
Clem lowered her mouth to Hazel’s center, eager for a taste of her juices. Almost as soon as she licked she pulled back, surprised. She had been expecting a heady, savory flavor. Instead, Hazel was sweet, with hints of cardamom and vanilla. They stared at each other for a moment, Hazel in concern, Clem in surprise. Hazel broke the silence. “Are you okay? We can stop.”
“I’m good. You’re good.” Clem shook her head and smiled. Her voice was husky with desire. “Unexpected, but amazing. I don’t want to stop.”
“Thank god.” Hazel grabbed Clem’s head and pulled her back to her cunt. Clem dove in with gusto, luxuriating in the heat and heaviness that was Hazel. Every tug from Hazel sent shockwaves from her scalp through her body, every buck of Hazel’s hips made her own pump in response.
When Hazel’s pleasure reached a crescendo, Clem held on and devoured her through the last of her cries. She sat up and licked her lips as she looked down at Hazel, who was sprawled, panting, on the bed.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, making Clem laugh. “You’re amazing.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Clem preened at Hazel’s obvious enjoyment. “I won’t lie: I felt a little nervous. I love women, but before my last relationship I had more experiencewith men.” Her brow creased. “To be honest, that relationship hung on for probably a year longer than it should have.” She waved all that away, a grin settling over her features. “And after tonight, I can tell you for a fact that the sex was not nearly as good as I told myself it was.” She chuckled. “None of the sex I’ve had has been this good.” She grabbed Hazel’s hand, her voice an earnest, harsh whisper. “I desperately want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel.”
Hazel sat up, her gaze sharp. “Clementine Baker, believe me when I say that your delight and enthusiasm and generosity have made me more turned on than I can recall before you. If I could return to you night after night, I would.”
Clem nodded, letting Hazel’s words tumble around her mind. Was that possible? Could she experience Hazel night after night? She traced a distracted pattern along Hazel’s arm. Hazel fell back on the bed and breathed out a contented sigh, which turned into a laugh as Clem’s stomach rumbled.
“Come on, Clementine. We should get something to eat.”
Clem couldn’t deny it. Her stomach rumbled again, this time louder, as though now that her hunger had broken through the haze of hedonism, it would not be ignored. “I absolutely need some sustenance,” she allowed. Her stomach swooped as she stood on shaky legs. In the dim light, Hazel looked up at her from the bed, her hair tangled around her face, and her cheeks flushed. Clem stood transfixed as Hazel stretched, then pushed up to seated.
“I agree.” The lamp cast a glow around her. The angelic effect fit, though Clem chuckled to herself. It was clear Hazel had some devil horns propping up her halo. “What’s so funny?” Hazel asked, catching Clem’s smile.
“I was just thinking that you look like an angel, but are far from angelic.”
“Not too far, to be honest,” Hazel said. Her casual tone caught Clem off guard. She stared, discombobulated, as Hazel strode past her into the kitchen. Totally at ease, Hazel opened cabinets until she found a plate, then set to work filling it with cookies. Clem leaned against the doorjamb and took a moment to appreciate the sight.
“We’ll come back to that, but I just have to say that it is a true delight to have you naked walking around my kitchen.” She pushed away from the doorframe and stepped toward Hazel. “You are so beautiful.”
Hazel flushed in pleasure. “Well, thank you. So are you, for the record.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, then laughed at her own bashfulness. “I know that sounded like it was just returning the compliment for politeness’ sake, but I actually mean it.” Her gaze roved Clem’s body, making heat unfurl in Clem’s belly even as she smiled from the confidence Hazel’s appreciation gave her.
“Don’t distract me,” Clem teased. “I really want to know about that whole angel comm — are you going to eatcookies?”
“What? Why wouldn’t I?” Hazel followed Clem’s horrified gaze to the plate. “Is there something wrong with them?”
“I mean, nothing is wrong with the cookies, but isn’t that, like …” Clem trailed off, then whispered, “cannibalism?”
Hazel stared at her for a second, then threw her head back and laughed. When she had control of herself she closed the distance between her and Clem and kissed Clem deeply. “God, you’re amazing.” She continued on to the bedroom, then looked back at her and asked, “Are you coming?”
Clem could not believe the treasure this woman was. Free and confident and funny, there was just something about Hazel that pulled Clem in like a magnet. She followed Hazel, then quipped, “Again?”
The look Hazel shot over her shoulder simmered with promise. Clem’s belly quivered even as her stomach growled. Hazel heard it and held up the plate. “We’ll get to that, but first, sustenance.”
She settled herself crosslegged on the bed and patted the mattress so Clem would sit down across from her. Clem obliged, grateful that for the moment the self doubt from earlier had subsided. She selected an orange cardamom snowflake from the plate. She took a bite and savored the sweet, floral flavor, then was struck by how much it tasted like Hazel.
“You’re blushing,” Hazel accused. There was no bite in it, but it made Clem blush even deeper. “What are you thinking about?” Her voice made it very clear that she knew exactly what Clem was thinking.
“Well, you taste exactly like this.” Clem took another bite, then waggled her head side to side. “More or less. You have more depth to you, more …” she trailed off, searching for the right word. “Musk?” Her cheeks flamed when she realized she was talking about what Hazel’s pussy tasted like. “Um, I mean —”
“It’s all right, Clementine,” Hazel soothed. “First of all, I appreciate open communication. I can continue it by telling you that I think you taste like sugar and salt and musk, and I could gorge myself on you every day if I had the option to do so.”
