Chapter 8
8
AXTON
E very man has both good and bad luck in his life, but right now, all I can see in mine is the good, like a chain: being born into an extremely privileged family. Which enabled me to purchase this incredible property. Which allowed me to fix up this cabin. Which…somehow…drew Hazel to me.
Staring at her graceful, naked body in my bed, I’ve never been this hard in my life. My cock might actually snap off, so I’m extra careful removing my shorts.
I love her soft gasp as she stares at me while I climb into bed. My lips drift around her throat as I hold her body to mine, slowly breathing her in. Hopefully it relaxes her: it feels like she’s quivering.
She smiles up at me sweetly, making my heart sing. “You’re so huge and warm,” she murmurs, pulling me closer.
My belly clenches as her hand grips my shaft, slowly wandering up and down. It feels incredible. I wonder, can she feel my pulse through my skin?
I can’t stop staring at every single gorgeous detail. Her thick, round hips. The sweep of her large but perky breasts. The hot pink nail polish on her cute little toes. Her delicate skin. The couple of freckles along her collarbone.
And, mostly, those eyes . Big and blue and fixated on me as she strokes my length carefully.
I don’t want to be careful anymore. She said she’s on the pill. She said she wants me. I can tell that she needs this as much as I do. That’s good enough for me.
My fingers slide down her stomach, then through her soaking pussy. My finger nestles inside her delicate folds. Even if she hadn’t told me, from the way she’s twitching, I would have guessed she’s a virgin. “Is this where you want me?”
A breathless nod. “Yeah.”
I’m torn between taking my time and doing what my body is screaming for. When her fingers tighten around my cock, I can’t wait any longer. Can’t stop. I need to give in to this storm of raw desire that’s rattling us both even more than the winds outside.
I shift over, caging her small frame with mine. She releases my shaft, and it falls with a thud against her hip bone. Hazel begins to laugh but stops when I bend her right leg up, staring down at her writhing naked body, dragging the head of my shaft through her slit.
She’s so soft. Sweet. Hot. And not afraid of me.
I’m struck with a desperate need to be inside her now , before this longing makes me explode.
My shaft is so stiff it almost doesn’t feel like mine as I glide through her wet folds. Her fingers drag slowly through my beard, then slip into the back of my hair as she clutches me to her.
“It’s okay, mountain man,” she whispers with a grin. “I know it’s going to hurt for a second. Just go ahead and do it.”
I let out a deep sigh, shaking my head. “I never want to hurt you, baby.”
When my thick head notches at her entrance, a fresh tremor runs through her. I take her hand and place it on my shoulder. “Squeeze if you want more. Push if you want me to slow down.”
Damn…her smile. It makes what I’m about to do the most natural thing in the world.
I kiss her gently, both of us moaning as I move slowly inside. Her passage is extremely tight but very wet, allowing me to gradually slide halfway in. Everything about Hazel tenses as we kiss passionately, her tongue playing with mine as my teeth scrape at her bottom lip.
Time slows, the sound of our breathing competing with the wind as we move together cautiously.
“You want more, gorgeous?”
Her fingers squeeze as she jerks my shoulder toward her.
“That’s it,” I mutter, my hips coming alive, teeth gritting as I slowly press deeper. My strokes are careful and measured. Gradually opening her warm, wet pussy until she can’t take anymore.
“Wow.” Hazel’s eyes are closed, as she looks to be analyzing the sensations. Then they snap open to meet mine. “Keep going. Please.”
Fuck.
My slow strokes become less cautious, warmth surrounding us as our bodies give in to our animal instincts. She looks at me curiously as I lick my thumb. When it touches her clit she goes wild, wrapping her legs around me as she shakes.
“Come for me.” I think my growled voice turns her on. I’ve noticed she grins whenever I give her a command. “That’s it, beautiful. Wriggle your hot little pussy on my cock. I want to feel you come all over me.”
Her hips buck and her fingers tighten around my shoulders as she moves with me, the quick rhythm becoming choppier as we both lose our breath. Faster. Harder. In and out of her glorious pussy. It feels like I sink impossibly deep, her slick, quivering body softening for my rock-hard shaft.
She’s right on the edge of her climax as my thumb quivers against her clit. We alternate between staring at each other and kissing deeply, then her head falls back, her mouth open as she cries out. “Axton…” My name is a question and an expletive and a prayer all at once on her lips. “ Yes …”
Holding her tight, I fuck her deeper. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, I can feel your hot little pussy squeezing me.”
Her climax triggers mine no matter how hard I try to hold back, not wanting this moment ever to end. My stomach clenches, then I’m struck with a wave of pleasure so deep it’s like being torn apart. “Hazel,” I growl, holding her against me, as I wedge myself deep in her. “Fuck…baby…”
My orgasm feels like an explosion inside her, our heat blending in this perfect moment.
Her smile brings me slowly back to earth as I kiss across her forehead, around her temples, still holding her so close I can feel her heart beating against mine. After a few moments, I shift to lie behind her, resting her body against me.
“Baby…” I don’t know what to say.
“Yeah,” she murmurs. “That was something.”
My arms tighten around her in a hug, so we’re back in the position we woke up in this morning. As Hazel snuggles back against me, I’m happy that she falls asleep so quickly. I take that to mean she’s cool with everything that just happened.
I certainly am.
Even though things are seriously out of order.
She’s a sweet girl who should be treated right. Wined and dined. Taken on dates. Given thoughtful gifts, so she knows I’m thinking about her.
Tomorrow I’ll find a way to show her that I care. That this is real. And that no matter what her father and some idiot named Fern…oh my God, Fern …think, Hazel is my girl.
Permanently.