27. Rafe
RAFE
I don’t even recognize myself as I lie next to Hazel, taking things slower than I ever have in my life. We’re both fully dressed, kissing and touching each other like we’re a couple of nervous teenagers.
I want to make things good for her, so I’m determined not to rush.
But Hazel’s apparently been getting a lot of experience during the two nights we’ve been apart, because it’s her who starts to undress me, and it’s her who deepens our kisses.
My cock is ready to burst out of my pants, but I keep control and focus on getting her naked from the waist up, like me.
I straddle her body and undo the buttons on her blouse, letting some of my weight press into her hips. As her hands roam over my arms like she’s taking measure, I happily find that her bra has a front clasp.
I free her breasts, take hold of both, and bury my face between them. When I suck on her nipples, her body arches, offering herself up to me.
Tucking a leg under hers, I roll over, bringing her with me. She’s on top now, those beautiful breasts swinging, hardened nipples grazing my bare chest. Her eyes flash as she looks down at me, and it gives me ideas.
We roll around some more, and I kiss and stroke all of her bared skin, not just her breasts, though they get plenty of attention.
When her breathing grows shallow and a sheen of sweat glows on her skin, I finally ease her out of her pants and underwear.
She reaches for the snap on my jeans, but I tell her to wait.
Her lips press into a sweet little pout. “I want to touch you.”
“There’ll be plenty of time.”
I give the lower half of her body the same thorough treatment, stroking, squeezing, licking, nibbling—making sure every inch of her gets my attention. By the time I go down on her, her head is tossing on the pillow and she’s soaking wet .
After I rock her through a few orgasms, I let her help me take off my pants and boxer briefs. As soon as my cock springs free, she closes her hand around it with no hesitation, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming too soon.
She starts to give me a hand job, but I stop her, because I don’t want to wait to build up steam again—not that it would take long with her in my bed. Instead, I let her help with the condom, then I position her over me. “Have you done it this way?”
She shakes her head, eyes shining, hair already wild from all our rolling around.
I adjust her hips and help her rise onto her knees. “Go ahead. Sink down slowly and take me in. No rush.” I’ve waited a week, I can wait another minute.
Hazel does, and almost immediately starts to moan. “My god, Rafe, this feels so good.” She works her way down until I’m buried inside her, then throws her head back as her pussy clamps down on me.
She keeps me deep as she adjusts. She tilts side to side, getting her balance on the bed, leans forward and cants her hips, and all of it is sweet torture. With her hands braced lightly on my chest, she finally starts to move, retreating, then sliding back home .
Her moans tell me how much she likes it, but she’s also generous with her words, and much less shy than she was a few days ago. “This feels amazing, Rafe. You’re filling me so full.”
It doesn’t take long for her body to demand more. She starts to speed up, leaning farther forward at the same time to stimulate her clit. She’s a natural, so I don’t try to direct her—I just let her have fun.
It’s not easy, though, because the way her breasts are brushing against me as she rocks back and forth is enough to send me over the edge, not to mention the way her pussy’s squeezing my cock as she rides me.
While I’m willing myself to stay cool, Hazel’s eyes suddenly go wide and she gasps my name. Her velvet walls strangle me, but I hold off as long as I can as she grinds down on me, her head rolled back, her eyes pinched shut, her face radiant.
When I can’t take it a second longer, I flip us over and drive into her hard and fast. She comes again, and I follow right behind, emptying myself out as her pussy throbs around me like a racing heartbeat.
Though I’ve been taking care of myself over the past two days, my release is intense, as if it’s been building up for weeks .
As soon as I can, I make moves to roll off of her, but she holds me close. “I don’t want to crush you,” I tell her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and tangles her fingers in my hair. “You feel good on top of me.”
“And you feel incredible under me.” I kiss her, softly first, then deeply, as she continues to hold me. The taste of her fills my senses, and I file it away for the lonely nights to come.
I roll to the side and bring her with me, so she’s on top again. “What did you think of this position?”
Her smile is brilliant and wide, and almost makes my cock stiffen, despite the fact that I’m completely drained. “I loved it.” She pushes back up onto her knees and slides her hands across my chest to my shoulders, where she holds on, looking down at me.
“Good. Let’s rest a while, then we can fool around some more.”
I take care of the condom and bring some water to Hazel. After she takes a long drink, I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. When I hear her fall asleep, I let myself drift off, too.
A few hours later, Hazel’s still in my arms. I rest until she stirs, then I let my hands wander. She groans lightly, still sounding half asleep as I bring her to orgasm with my fingers.
She stiffens, arches, then goes limp. After a few minutes, she rolls over to face me, one of her hands going to my face, while the other reaches for my cock. “Hi.” When I return her greeting, she asks, “What time is it?”
“Around 3:30.”
Her hand cuffs my cock more tightly as her thumb teases the head. All of me is wide awake now, and I need to be inside her.
“Are you thirsty?” When she nods, I reach for the glass on the bedside table and hand it over to her. She sits up to take it, but keeps touching me with her free hand. She doesn’t look tired anymore, either.
As she drinks, I dive under the covers to make sure all of her is awake and ready. She spreads her legs for me, and I plunge my tongue inside her. I slide my hands under her ass, lift her hips, and feast until she’s crying out my name.
“Want to try doggy style?” I ask, after she comes down from a climax. When she nods, I help her get into position, then sheathe myself as I admire the view. I hadn’t bothered to turn the light off earlier, and I’m so glad .
I take hold of her hip to keep her steady and feed my cock into her until I’m balls deep. She moans in a way that makes me swell inside her. When I pull back, it’s like her pussy doesn’t want to let me go.
With determined effort, I start to fuck in and out of her, refusing to let myself come until she comes first.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take long. She moans and whimpers with every thrust, and when she’s about to be overcome, she muffles her cries in the pillow.
Her pussy feels incredible from this angle, and the position is usually one of my favorites, but I miss seeing her face. That doesn’t stop me from coming like a freight train a few seconds later, pouring into her with a long, low groan.
We fall back asleep afterward, and don’t wake up until well after the sun rises. I wish I could take the morning off and spend it in bed with Hazel, but Conal would never go for that, for multiple reasons, so I give her a kiss and let her get ready on her own.
As soon as she leaves the room, there’s a tiny scream followed by laughter, and I can imagine that Conal has probably grabbed her for some pre-breakfast alone time.
It’ll be really good when we can all be together.