Chapter 4 #2
Clem arched her back, her nipples beaded and straining against her clothes.
Hazel teased them mercilessly, tracing fingertips back and forth over both breasts as Clem mewed in pleasure and desire.
Hazel shoved Clem’s shirt up and returned to her breasts, alternating between kissing and sucking each of them.
Her movements were frenzied and passionate, and Clem could hardly stand the sensations.
Her pussy throbbed, and she lifted her hips, trying to rub against Hazel.
Anything to slake the need that was building inside.
Without warning, Hazel pulled back. Clem shivered in disappointment.
“Isn’t that a pretty pout?” Hazel asked.
Her gaze devoured Clem, who licked her bottom lip.
Hazel’s eyes flashed. “Temptress,” she teased.
Then she shook her head. “This outfit is cute, but I think it would look better …” she trailed off, then shrugged. “Anywhere else but on you.”
Clem’s laugh was breathy and unsteady. She lifted her hips and pushed her pants and underwear down her hips.
It took a few tries to kick them off, but she managed it without toppling them both off the couch.
Her blouse, which had been shoved up to her armpits, was pulled off by Hazel, who tossed it over her shoulder without a second look.
She gazed down at Clem, who had no chance to feel embarrassed at being laid out naked before her.
Appreciation and lust shine clearly from Hazel, who licked her lips in expectation.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
“So are you,” Clem huffed.
Hazel preened at the compliment, then reached out to touch a gentle finger to Clem’s breast again. Clem sucked in her breath as heat burned through her.
Hazel lowered herself to Clem, kissing her passionately. Her fingers traveled lower, and they both moaned when they found her swollen cunt.
“Oh, my god. You’re so wet,” Hazel breathed against her lips.
“And thank you for that.” Clem’s voice rose an octave as Hazel flicked a finger over her clit.
Their legs rubbed against each other as Clem’s hips moved in rhythm with Hazel’s fingers.
She could feel the orgasm building within her, her muscles tightening and warmth flowing in rivers from her core to her limbs.
Before she could tumble over the peak, Hazel pulled back.
Her expression was fierce when she looked down at Clem.
“I want to taste you.” It was simple, clear.
Clem could not formulate a response. Her mind was scattered; she was lost in the forest of desire.
Hazel wasted no time with kisses or licks at this point.
She pulled Clem into a seated position, then slid off the couch and knelt in front of her. “I want to worship you.”
She grabbed Clem’s knees and pulled them apart, then dove in.
Clem cried out with the pleasure of it. Her hips bucked in rhythm with Hazel’s tongue, which lathed her clit, sweeping over and over.
She alternated between licking and sucking, layering sensation over sensation.
Clem could do nothing but fist her hands in Hazel’s hair and hold on.
The orgasm rocked her, exploding white lights behind her eyes.
Hazel kept licking until the last of her shudders, then sat back.
She licked her lips and looked up at Clem in delight. “You are so yummy.”
Clem’s answering laugh was shaky. “Thank you. Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Clem looked at her. She certainly did have the look of the cat that got the cream. “I had a pretty tight grip.”
Hazel stood and stretched. Clem forgot what she was saying as she peered up at the goddess in front of her. “I liked it.”
It took Clem longer than it should have for her to remember what she had said for Hazel to respond with that.
When it finally broke through the haze, she sighed.
“Well good.” She dropped her head back against the couch cushions and closed her eyes as she waited for her heart rate to slow.
She felt like she was splattered on the ceiling.
After a moment, she cracked an eyelid open and looked at Hazel, who still sat on the floor, though now her hands propped her up and her legs were sprawled in front of her.
She caught Clem’s eye and grinned. “So, how was your couch time?”
“Way better than I had planned!” Clem laughed. They sat in a companionable silence. Once Clem had come back to earth, she rubbed her hands on her thighs. “I guess we should get cleaned up, huh?”
Awkwardness was settling in. Did Hazel need to leave?
She hadn’t even come! Embarrassment swarmed Clem as she realized how their intimacy had centered on her.
She relished that even as guilt set in. Her experiences with men had always centered them, with her pleasure as an afterthought.
To have that completely upended tonight had been a revelation, but she did not want to shortchange Hazel.
If Hazel left now, Clem would not have the chance to give to her.
Should she say something? Ask Hazel to stay?
What was the protocol for hosting a sprite who offered one night of pleasure?
As if Hazel could sense her discomfort, she rose from her spot on the floor.
“Why don’t you shower first, and I’ll wait for you in the bedroom?
” She held a hand to Clem, who took it as relief swarmed her.
She rose from the couch and gasped as her body bumped into Hazel’s.
Hazel swallowed Clem’s gasp as she went in for another deep kiss.
When they parted, Clem’s eyelids were heavy and she was reconsidering her need for a shower.
Hazel stepped back and said, “Next time let’s see if I can get my clothes off, too, huh? ”
Clem flushed, but was too excited about the prospect of next time to feel too embarrassed or guilty. She nodded, then stepped into the bathroom to shower.