“Jesus, has anyone ever touched you at all?!” I couldn’t believe how turned on she was by this.
“No. I don’t know,” she murmured, and I smiled at her aroused embarrassment. I knew.
My fingers found the zipper at the front of her dress. It wasn’t going to open the dress completely, but enough for her beautiful breasts to spill free. Like it hasn’t been the only thing I’ve been thinking about all day. About that damn zipper.
I eased it down, confirming there was nothing underneath. Slowly, I lowered the left strap, watching the fabric slide down, freeing her nipple. As hot as that was, I desperately needed both.
I cupped her breast, kissing her, swallowing every moan she tried to suppress, until she couldn’t take it anymore and instinctively pushed her hips into me. I broke the kiss and bent down, slowly taking her nipple between my lips. She did everything in her power to muffle the sounds but failed miserably. That same sound I had heard in her room a few nights ago.
It felt surreal, almost like a fantasy. Never had I imagined I’d be able to do this to her. I lost myself in her taste, my movements growing more frantic, my hips pressing a bit too roughly, pushing harder against. But she didn’t mind—if anything, it wasn’t enough for her. She held on to me for her dear life, fingers tangled in my hair. With one swift motion, I lifted her, sliding her dress off completely, leaving her in nothing but those black panties.
Oh, what a sight she was.
I could finally see her tattoo stretching from her thigh to her ribcage, branches curling beneath her breast. I bent down, pressing my lips to her leg where the tattoo started, following the ink.
“Fucking impressive,” I whispered, more to myself. Hazel flushed, whether from pleasure, heat, or my words, I wasn’t sure.
“A release, you said.” I grazed my thumb over the front of her panties. “Where should we look for it?”
A loud, gasping ‘Luke’ escaped her lips, lingering in the air as proof of this moment. I wanted nothing more than to bury my head between her thighs, to make those Hazel sounds the only thing I remembered. But I held back, fearing it would be too soon. My control hung by a thread. I could actually physically destroy her. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so unhinged. But then again...
With a few gentle strokes, my thumb slid the silk aside, effortlessly gliding against her swollen folds.
It wasn’t just about watching her writhe beneath my touch, boosting my ego from the job well done. It was what I was feeling myself. Just the glide of my fingers near her entrance, the warmth of her skin, the taste of her lips—it had never felt this good before. Which was ridiculous, considering the amount of experience I’ve had.
But Hazel—she was something else. And I was terrified it would never feel so good with anyone else, but I didn’t have time to think about it. Her legs wrapped around me, demanding more. More of me.
“You have no idea how hard I’ve fought this.” I glided my fingers near her center, and she arched.
“Too much...” Hazel gasped, and I froze instantly, searching her face for any sign I’d gone too far. “There’s too much between us. I want to feel you.” Relief crashed over me. She helped me take off my shirt, which got stuck, and Hazel giggled. My gaze softened, and hers fell on my muscles, biting off a smile.
“That goddamn smile,” I groaned, kissing the corner of her mouth. “So innocent. You’ve been torturing me for days.” I gripped her legs tighter, afraid that I was coming on too strong, but she brought this out of me. I felt vulnerable, but invincible in her presence.
“Innocent?” she echoed. “I’m not innocent, I don’t think. Shy, maybe,” Hazel murmured, slowly leaning back until her shoulders hit the cool window tile. “But not innocent.” She spread her legs, feet resting on the edge.
“Oh, fuck...” A mix of shock and arousal coursed through me. I could’ve come from the view alone. I wanted to silence those lips with my cock right then and there, but I had more important things to do.
My knees hit the floor in front of the queen that she was, trailing kisses along the way. I met her gaze, heavy-lidded and wanting, and buried myself between her thighs.
“I wasn’t great at spelling,” I hissed against her skin, pressing kisses to her inner thigh. “But maybe I should try again.”
I slowly pushed my tongue inside, and she spasmed. “R. E. L.” I traced the letters with my tongue, tasting her, savoring her.
Hazel’s moans were something out of this world, and I almost blacked out from her sweetness. I held her a little bit too roughly, while her thighs were trembling in my grip, her body barely holding itself together.
“E. A. S. E.” I was mouthing inside of her. “L.E.M.” I smirked. “Wait—too many letters? Oh no, I messed it up,” I teased, shamelessly buying time to stay between her legs until I died from old age. It was a beautiful contradiction how I licked her clean, but she became dirtier with every passing second. My tongue slid in and out of her, and Hazel whimpered in my arms. She arched against me, her hands sliding over me, guiding my lips to hers and urging the rest of me to follow, but I wasn’t even half done with her. I rose to my feet, locking eyes with her.
“I know this may sound like a line, but I swear, Hazel, I’ve never wanted anything more than to be inside you right now.”
She nodded. With each permission, I felt like I was reaching for the sun. Waiting for her to burn me, but instead, she let me bask in her light.
“I’m clean.”
“I’m on the pill.”
We said almost simultaneously, and my pants joined her beautiful dress on the ground. Her eyes held mine, every inch of me taut with need. I wrapped one arm around her back, the other one steady on my cock aligned at her entrance, and kissed her with everything I had as I slid inside. In that instant, time just stopped for both of us.
She pulsed around me, stealing my breath. It could end for me in a second. Hazel couldn’t breathe or move. My hand found the back of her head, my lips trailing along the tender skin beneath her ear while I pulled out and pressed back in, the last of my control unraveling. I bit her neck in pleasure, holding her tight.
