Hazel lets out a soft sound when my hands finally cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh. My thumbs gently twist her nipples, brushing circles over them before I pull just enough to watch her reaction.
Her back arches, a broken gasp slipping past her lips that travels straight to my cock.
Fuck… she’s beautiful. And mine. All mine.
I kiss her deeper, losing myself in her, when my hand slides up to her neck. My fingers rest there lightly, but I feel her body go rigid beneath me. The shift is instant.
I pull back, searching her face. uncertainty flickers in her eyes, so I wait, giving her space to decide. But when thumb brushes her pulse, she gasps and locks up completely.
“No?” I ask softly.
Hazel meets my gaze. This isn’t hesitation. It’s… fear?
“No.” barely a whisper, but enough to stop everything.
I nod, pulling my hand away immediately. My fingers move to her cheek instead as I kiss her again, slower this time. To remind her she’s safe with me.
“Good?”
She bites my bottom lip lightly. “Great.”
And just like that, she’s back.
We fall back into each other, messy and desperate, chasing one more kiss, one more touch. I swallow her soft gasps, the hitch in breath. I want to stay in this moment forever, kissing her until my last breath.
I press my lips to her collarbone, out of breath. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” She drags me back into a kiss, fist twisting my shirt. “Wait.”
The word snaps me out, and I pull back instantly.
“No, I just want this off.” She tugs at my shirt. “I need to touch you.”
I lift the hem of my shirt slightly, teasing her with a flash of my abs.
“I don’t hear a please.”
“You said I would never have to beg.” She whines, and I lose a bit more control of myself.
I pull my shirt off the rest of the way, unable to hide my grin, deliriously pleased that she remembers. She’s my queen.
“All yours, baby.”
Hazel falls back, pulling me down with her, fingers curling at the back of my neck. I follow her lead, and she moans when my tongue slides into her mouth, her grip tightening on my hair.
I love that she’s not holding back anymore.
I pull back, nuzzling into her neck, pressing slow kisses along her skin… when Hazel suddenly stiffens again, breathing harshly.
Something’s wrong.
I quickly pull back to look at her, and she’s gone pale. Her hands rest on my chest, but they’re shaking. She blinks rapidly like she’s trying to push away the thought that made her clamp up.
I take her hand, bringing it to my lips, pressing a soft kiss to her fingers.
“Hazel?” The haze in her eyes slowly clears as she focuses on me.“Want me to go back to my mattress on the floor?”
She shakes her head but doesn’t say anything until I hold her gaze. “No, I’m fine. I can do this.”
