"More what? Tell me what you need."
"Your mouth. Lower. I need your mouth on my pussy."
I kiss down her stomach, biting gently at her hip bones until she gasps. When I settle between her thighs, she's already wet, glistening and ready.
"So fucking beautiful," I murmur, spreading her open with my thumbs. "I could look at you like this for hours."
"Don't look. Taste."
I drag my tongue up her slit, slow and deliberate, and she cries out. She tastes incredible—salt and musk and something uniquely her. I lick her again, this time focusing on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue.
"Oh god, Travis—"
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her back arch off the bedroll. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, hot and tight, and I work her methodically—tongue on her clit, fingers stroking inside her, building her pleasure with deliberate precision.
"Don't stop, don't stop, fuck—" Her hands fist in my hair, holding me exactly where she needs me.
I don't stop. I suck her clit between my lips while thrusting my fingers deeper, faster, feeling her muscles start to flutter around me. She's close, so fucking close.
"Come for me, Hazel. I want to feel you come on my tongue."
She shatters with a cry, her thighs clamping around my head as she pulses around my fingers. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs.
When I crawl up her body, she pulls me into a kiss that tastes like her.
"That was—" She's breathless, flushed. "Fuck, that was good."
"I'm not done with you yet."
I strip off my remaining clothes, and her eyes go wide when she sees how hard I am. My cock is thick and straining, already leaking.
"I need to be inside you," I tell her, positioning myself at her entrance. "But first, I need to tell you something."
"Now?" She's laughing and breathless. "You're going to talk now?"
"I'm falling for you." I push in just the tip, watching her face. "Watching you push through grief while still caring for others makes me believe in humanity again. That I want more than a few nights—I want a future."
Her breath catches. "That's a lot to say before you make a girl come again."
"Consider it motivation." I thrust home in one long stroke, burying myself completely.
We both groan at the sensation. She's so tight around me, hot and wet and perfect, her pussy gripping my cock like she was made for me.
"Fuck, Hazel—you feel incredible."
"Move," she demands, wrapping her legs around my waist. "Please, Travis, I need you to move."
I do. Long, deep strokes that make her gasp with each thrust. I watch her face—the way her eyes go unfocused, the way her mouth falls open, the flush spreading down her neck to her chest.
"Say it again," she whispers. "What you're not supposed to say."
"I'm falling for you." I thrust harder, hitting that spot deep inside that makes her cry out. "God help me, Hazel, I'm falling so hard."
"Good." She pulls me closer, nails raking down my back hard enough to leave marks. "Because I'm falling too."
I change the angle, hooking her leg over my shoulder so I can drive deeper. The new position makes her scream, and I have to cover her mouth with mine to muffle the sound.
"Harder," she gasps against my lips. "Fuck me harder."
