“So are you,” Clem huffed.
Hazel preened at the compliment, then reached out to touch a gentle finger to Clem’s breast again. Clem sucked in her breath as heat burned through her.
Hazel lowered herself to Clem, kissing her passionately. Her fingers traveled lower, and they both moaned when they found her swollen cunt.
“Oh, my god. You’re so wet,” Hazel breathed against her lips.
“And thank you for that.” Clem’s voice rose an octave as Hazel flicked a finger over her clit. Their legs rubbed against each other as Clem’s hips moved in rhythm with Hazel’s fingers. She could feel the orgasm building within her, her muscles tightening and warmth flowing in rivers from her core to her limbs.
Before she could tumble over the peak, Hazel pulled back. Her expression was fierce when she looked down at Clem. “I want to taste you.” It was simple, clear. Clem could not formulate a response. Her mind was scattered; she was lost in the forest of desire. Hazel wasted no time with kisses or licks at this point. She pulled Clem into a seated position, then slid off the couch and knelt in front of her. “I want to worship you.”
She grabbed Clem’s knees and pulled them apart, then dove in. Clem cried out with the pleasure of it. Her hips bucked inrhythm with Hazel’s tongue, which lathed her clit, sweeping over and over. She alternated between licking and sucking, layering sensation over sensation. Clem could do nothing but fist her hands in Hazel’s hair and hold on. The orgasm rocked her, exploding white lights behind her eyes. Hazel kept licking until the last of her shudders, then sat back.
She licked her lips and looked up at Clem in delight. “You are soyummy.”
Clem’s answering laugh was shaky. “Thank you. Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Clem looked at her. She certainly did have the look of the cat that got the cream. “I had a pretty tight grip.”
Hazel stood and stretched. Clem forgot what she was saying as she peered up at the goddess in front of her. “I liked it.”
It took Clem longer than it should have for her to remember what she had said for Hazel to respond with that. When it finally broke through the haze, she sighed. “Well good.” She dropped her head back against the couch cushions and closed her eyes as she waited for her heart rate to slow. She felt like she was splattered on the ceiling. After a moment, she cracked an eyelid open and looked at Hazel, who still sat on the floor, though now her hands propped her up and her legs were sprawled in front of her. She caught Clem’s eye and grinned. “So, how was your couch time?”
“Way better than I had planned!” Clem laughed. They sat in a companionable silence. Once Clem had come back to earth, she rubbed her hands on her thighs. “I guess we should get cleaned up, huh?”
Awkwardness was settling in. Did Hazel need to leave? She hadn’t even come! Embarrassment swarmed Clem as she realized how their intimacy had centered on her. She relished that even as guilt set in. Her experiences with men had alwayscentered them, with her pleasure as an afterthought. To have that completely upended tonight had been a revelation, but she did not want to shortchange Hazel. If Hazel left now, Clem would not have the chance to give to her. Should she say something? Ask Hazel to stay? What was the protocol for hosting a sprite who offered one night of pleasure?
As if Hazel could sense her discomfort, she rose from her spot on the floor. “Why don’t you shower first, and I’ll wait for you in the bedroom?” She held a hand to Clem, who took it as relief swarmed her. She rose from the couch and gasped as her body bumped into Hazel’s. Hazel swallowed Clem’s gasp as she went in for another deep kiss. When they parted, Clem’s eyelids were heavy and she was reconsidering her need for a shower. Hazel stepped back and said, “Next time let’s see if I can get my clothes off, too, huh?”
Clem flushed, but was too excited about the prospect ofnext timeto feel too embarrassed or guilty. She nodded, then stepped into the bathroom to shower.
Five
Clem took longerthan usual for her shower. She relished the water that verged on too hot, needing the cleansing for her mind as well as her body.
There was a beautiful,generouswoman in the next room who claimed to be a sprite. Clem wasn’t one hundred percent sure what she thought of it all. Yes, Hazel had shown her that trick in the kitchen, but that could have been a trick of the light, or a sleight of hand.
After shampooing her hair for the second time (she was too distracted to remember if she had already done it until after she started again), Clem decided she didn’t care. It could be the afterglow, but right now she didn’t even care if Hazel was snooping through her things. Hell, she didn’t think she cared if Hazel was robbing her blind right now. The sensations she’d experienced with Hazel were enough to make up for any item that could go missing.
As she brushed her teeth after her shower she decided that actually, yeah, she did care if Hazel was stealing her things. Thankfully she didn’t think that was happening.
But she finished brushing her teeth before the timer on the toothbrush alerted her that it had been two minutes, and she was hurried in her movements as she wrenched open the door.
Her worries were unfounded. She could see across the short hallway that Hazel was in her room, standing next to the window.
“You certainly know how to give a girl pleasure,” Clem announced as she walked into the bedroom. She felt a little steadier now that she had showered and brushed her teeth. Hazel was standing with her back to Clem, looking out the window at the balcony across the way. Christmas lights flashed in technicolor rhythm from where they were strung along the railing. They threw a rainbow halo around Hazel’s head, and Clem paused for a moment to admire the beauty of the scene. Hazel turned to look at her as she spoke and Clem almost regretted interrupting.
“Also, I put out a towel and washcloth for you.” She gestured over her shoulder toward the bathroom.
“That’s very kind of you.” Hazel strode to where she stood. She curled one hand around the back of Clem’s head and pulled her in for a quick, steamy kiss that was over before Clem could return it. “I’ll be quick. We’ve got more pleasure to get to.” The look she threw Clem was cheeky and full of promise.
Clem’s legs felt weak at the prospect. She watched as Hazel retreated into the bathroom, then looked at her bedroom with new eyes. It was sparse, which she had always appreciated. Too much clutter made her uneasy, and her bedroom needed to be as free from stress as possible.
Anxiety now threatened to interrupt the pleasant glow she was basking in, so she set about turning back the sheets. Her vintage style brass bed frame had been a major investment when she bought it. The sticker shock had almost prevented her from committing to it, but even three years later, she loved it. It hada turn-of-the-century design, with a crossbar beneath spindles. Her cream duvet covered sage green sheets, and her pillows were full and easy to sink into. This was a bed of peace, comfort. It had seen her through her hardest breakup, laughter, and lonely nights.
Her body throbbed when she thought about what it might witness tonight.
