11. Hazel
Chapter eleven
Hazel
“ H azel, I want you to ride me."
My whole body shivers with his husky voice that goes straight to my core. My legs are trembling from the orgasm that I just had along with the emotional release. I gingerly slide down his torso, trying to avoid the bruises on his ribs. Knowing that he’s hurt squeezes my heart. I can’t help myself. I lean down and kiss each one on my way, trying not to notice the way his face winces with every move. I look up at him and he must be able to read my face, because he rubs his thumb gently against my cheek. "It's okay, baby. I'm okay."
I wish I could kiss away all the hurt that I’ve caused, but maybe this is a start.
When the tip of his hard cock brushes against my pussy, I push against it letting him feel how wet I am. After doing it a few times, Dexter’s sharp tone cuts through my musings. “Hazel, stop teasing me.”
“I just wanted you to know how good you make me feel, Dex,” I purr with lust thick in my throat.
I carefully position my knees on either side of his hips, grab his cock and then guide him into my dripping cunt. When I finally sink all the way down his shaft, we both let out a groan in unison.
“Fuck, Hazel, I don’t remember you being so tight,” he says in a desperate tone, gripping my thighs. An exhilarated feeling runs through my body, knowing he's as desperate for me as I am for him.
I start to bounce up and down on him, slowly but methodically making sure that his cock hits me just right.
“Dex. It feels so good.”
It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone. When I moved away to California, I tried to start over and date other people. I couldn’t. Every time I would meet someone or go on a date, I would compare them to Dexter. And no one compares to Dexter.
The thought of someone else touching me would make me physically ill and I couldn’t handle that. I gave up after a year of trying, realizing it was pointless.
He was the only one who could touch me and deep down I loved that. I wouldn’t ruin the memory of him with another.
My pussy flutters when Dexter’s course hands grab my hips, stopping me from moving. He looks deep in my eyes. “Hazel, you are so fucking gorgeous.”
It feels as if my whole body is on fire with his declaration. I get lost in his eyes as Dexter starts to guide me up and down on him. I lean down and lick his lips; he opens up for me and I slip my tongue in his mouth. I can taste myself, and that thought makes my pussy flutter.
I groan in his mouth as he still glides me up and down slowly on his shaft, neither of us wanting to go fast, and just savor the moment. The thought that I would never get to do this again enters my mind. That even though I’ve ignored the threats since I’ve been home, I can’t let Dexter get hurt, which means making hard decisions. The tears start to well once more in my eyes. I blink them away.
Tonight isn’t about the future. It’s about right now.
I clench him again, and both of our breathing picks up, becoming more erratic. I place my hands on his chest as Dexter moves me faster and faster on his shaft.
“Fuck, Dexter. I’m close.”
“I know. I can feel it. Hazel, be a good girl and come for me.”
“Dex…” I moan.
I’m so close it's painful. He sweeps his rough fingertips across my clit and that does it for me. My pussy clenches around his cock and I come so hard that it drips down his dick and onto my legs.
That orgasm was so intense I feel as if I’m floating above us. I’m slightly aware of Dexter grunting below me and then I feel him come inside of me. It’s the best feeling.
Both of us are drenched in sweat and cum as we start to come down from the high of an orgasm.
“Shit, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.” I giggle and I lay down on his chest.
Dexter grunts as I connect with his chest when I remember, quickly shooting up to sitting. “Shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I look around trying to figure out how I can get off him, hurting him the least amount in the process. When I go to swing my leg over his body, he grabs me. “Just lie with me, Sugar Lips.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be in more pain than you have to be.”
“Hazel, I’m fine. Lie down.” Though he says it sharply, I'm still not sure I believe him. Not wanting to make him upset, I let out a sigh.
“Okay.”
As I get comfortable, I lay my head down on his chest just above his heart. Listening to the steady beat makes my eyes heavy with sleep. Dexter’s hand strokes up and down my back and with that, sleep overtakes me.
I wake to Dexter whispering in my ear. “Hazel. I need you to get up. I need to take a piss.”
I open my eyes and look up at Dex. “Mmm…”
“I mean it, Hazel. I need to piss.” He seems mad. But what could he be mad about? Does he regret what we did?
Trying not to read too much into his tone of voice, I move quickly to get off him. Standing in front of him butt naked, I watch Dex struggle to get up from the sofa. When he finally sits up, his face flinches. I lean down and grab his bicep. “Let me help you.”
“I don’t need your help,” he says with frustration as he tries to shake me off.
Why is he being an asshole? “I know you don’t need my help, but if you don’t want to piss yourself, you’ll let me help you,” I snap back at him.
He scoffs at my remark but doesn’t push me off this time, because he knows I'm right.
We make it to the bathroom door, and when I don’t turn away, Dex gives me a smirk. “Are you going to watch too, Sugar Lips?”
I raise my brow at him, then the left side of my lips lift. “I can if you want.”
“No, Haze. I don’t want you to watch me take a piss.”
I turn away from him while he hobbles more into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. While Dexter is in the bathroom, I walk back into the living room and start collecting my clothes off the ground. I pick my phone up and place it on the coffee table to make sure I don’t forget it.
Once all of my clothes are in my arms, I put them on the counter and start getting dressed. I want to be ready if Dexter decides to tell me he wants me to leave. When he returns, he looks over at me, “Why did you get dressed?”
I ignore his question and ask him one of my own. “You want to order some food?”
He looks me up and down, “Sure. But I need to take some pain medication first. And only if you take your pants back off.”
I suddenly feel guilty, thinking the worst. Of course he's annoyed and frustrated, he's in pain. "Only if you take your pain medication first."
He lets out a loud sigh and turns back to the bathroom. After a long minute, he comes back moving slowly to the kitchen to get a glass of water, throwing back his medication.
"Are you happy now?" he asks with annoyance in his tone.
I don't answer him. I keep my eyes on him the whole time as I undo the button on my pants, then pulling the zipper down. I slip my pants off. I’m standing in front of his kitchen counter in my shirt and panties.
“You look fucking good, Sugar Lips.” His gaze is scorching as he licks his lips.
We’re interrupted by my phone buzzing on the coffee table.
“I’ve got it.” He leans down to grab my phone.
“No, Dexter, it’s okay.” I lunge toward the table, trying and grab my phone before he does, but I'm not fast enough.
He puts up his hand and lifts my phone looking at me. The fun loving look he had on his face has disappeared, replaced by a look of anger. “What the fuck is this?”
I step closer to grab my phone from him, when he lifts it above his head, not allowing me to get it. When I’m closer, he grabs my arm with his other hand “Why the fuck is someone sending you threatening texts?”