“You taste fucking magnificent,” I said, trying to lower my head again for another lick, but she held on to my hair too tightly.
Her head shook back and forth so hard her shoulders moved with it. “No more, get naked.”
Hazel released my hair, and I sat up on the bed, pulling my shirt free as she placed her open palm against my chest. I let her touch me in the places I touched her. Her tongue snaked out and licked her top lip, making me fantasize what it would be like to have it wrapped around my dick.
“That tiny taste won’t be enough, Hazel,” I said, taking both her breasts in my hands and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples.
Her blush returned. “I’ve never had a guy… You know… do that.”
“You never had a man lick you until you screamed?”
Her blush turned red. The color was easy to see, in the well-lit room.
“Hazel, babe, you have been with a lot of assholes. I’ll make sure and taste you every night from here on out.”
It was another promise I’d have no problem keeping.
She jerked at my words and I considered going in for another taste to let her coat my tongue. I meant what I said about her screaming my name from the rafters, but I couldn’t wait any longer.
Hazel watched as I undid my pants and lowered them to the floor. I grabbed the box I’d tossed on the bed earlier and covered myself with the condom. I’d definitely thank Cyrus for those later.
Hazel tensed as I lined myself up between her legs. “Don’t worry, babe. I got you.”
She grinned up at me, so many words expressed in her smile she didn’t need to speak them, but she did. “I know. I trust you.”
I’d never take her trust for granted.
The tightness of her heated my cock as I slowly inched into her. I worried I’d come right there when I hit the halfway point and she moaned. Shit. I pushed the final amount and took a breath, letting myself enjoy her tightness.
Her hand slipped between our bodies, fumbling for her clit, and I stopped her with my dumbfounded expression.
Hazel’s eyes widened. “I usually take care of myself,” she said. “I’ll be quick.”
The body self-consciousness, not having been eaten out to the point of rapture, and now this. Once we took care of the Grandmaster, I’d hunt down every single man Hazel had ever been with and murder them in their sleep.
No, I would wake them up, let them know I was going to torture them and why, and then murder them.
I removed her hand, placing it back against my chest. “Babe, from now on, I got you.”
She relaxed, believing my words, as I thrust into her with slow movements. In and out. In and out until the pressure built so high, I wasn’t sure how long I could keep it up.
“Faster, Corbin,” she moaned, and I listened.
I slipped my hand between us, finding her clit, and rubbing slow circles in complete contrast to my other movements. A bead of sweat fell from my forehead and I leaned over, licking it off her breast. Hazel threw her head back, her eyes pinched closed, and she screamed my name as her back arched to the ceiling.
Her cunt tightened around my shaft until my orgasm started as hers ended. My entire body screamed her name as I released into the condom, knowing the next time there’d be no barrier between us.
With panting breaths, I leaned over until we were both on the bed. I slipped from her body, removing the condom and then wrapping her up in my arms and snuggling her back against my chest.
She giggled. Not a sound a man wanted to hear after making a woman scream his name. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.”
I squeezed her tightly, one hand cupping her breast and pinching her nipple. “No, babe, you gotta tell me now.”
She pushed back, her ass rubbing against my dick. “It’s just that you cuddle too.”
“Yeah, so what?” I wasn’t such an insecure man that I couldn’t cuddle.