Chapter 5 #2
“I have.” Clem drew the words out, then huffed out a breath. “I wrote a romance novel.” It was said so quickly, so quietly, that Hazel stared at her for a long moment before squealing in delight.
“That’s fun! When will it be published?”
“What? No! I mean, I haven’t let anyone see it.”
Hazel’s expression was inscrutable as she looked at Clem in silence. Clem shifted as her discomfort grew. She was about to roll onto her back when Hazel put a hand on her arm and broke the silence.
“I hope you let someone read it, Clementine Baker. I know you are loved by your friends and family. I believe they would treat your work with care.” She smiled, Clem ached with the bittersweetness of it. “You are very worthy of sharing yourself with others who care.”
“Ah,” Clem hedged. Hazel’s words burrowed into her, and she felt suddenly more exposed than she had earlier. “Yeah.”
“Well,” Hazel said, her voice bordering on too cheerful. She had clearly caught Clem’s desperation for a subject change. “Maybe we can give you some inspiration for your next one.”
In a flash, she pushed up and rolled so Clem was on her back.
Clem caught up to her mood in an instant, and her heart started racing once more.
It seemed impossible for her to be so eager, so ready, this quickly, but her pussy tingled.
She squeezed her thighs together. Hazel raised an eyebrow.
“Now what are you doing, closing your legs, huh?”
Clem’s jaw dropped open at the shift in tone. Hazel pulled back a lock of hair, concern creasing her brow. “Is this okay? I don’t want to push too far.”
Clem opened her mouth to respond, but it was too dry to answer, so she nodded vigorously. She swallowed once — twice — and tried again. “Yes,” she squeaked. “Yes. Very okay with this.”
Hazel’s concern melts into mischief, and she threw her shoulders back. “Good. Now, be a good girl and follow my orders. On your knees.”
Clem scrambled to her knees on the bed. Her tingles intensified, radiating from her pussy as she waited for direction.
“Face the headboard. On your knees,” Hazel directed. Clem looked at the headboard, then back to Hazel, who raised an eyebrow. “Let’s see how those spindles work as handles.”
Heat erupted across Clem’s cheeks. A giggle rose up even as she raised her chin. “What if I said no?”
Hazel considered her for a moment before her face grew very serious. “I wouldn’t push.”
Clem pouted.
“Unless you wanted me to, that is. Is that what you want?” Hazel rose and stood next to the bed and shook her blonde curls behind her back. Clem could not take her eyes off the woman. When Hazel raised her eyebrows in expectation Clem had to remind herself that she had been asked a question.
“I don’t think I have the patience for you to have to push too much now.
” She got to her knees and scooted toward the headboard.
Her legs quaked with anticipation as she turned and faced the headboard.
Quivering, Clem spread her knees to await the next instruction.
None came. Instead, Hazel let out a rough hum of approval and the bed dipped.
Clem squeezed her eyes shut. Where would Hazel touch first?
Clem clenched and unclenched her hands on the headboard.
Her pussy swelled and throbbed in suspense.
There was no featherlight touch. Instead, Clem felt hair brush up against her inner thighs. She jumped, her eyes flying open. “What are you doing?” she squealed. Tension broke inside her and she laughed out loud.
Hazel finished wriggling into place beneath Clem.
Once satisfied, she swept her hands along the backs of Clem’s thighs.
Clem inhaled on a gasp that caught in her throat.
Hazel grinned. “What does it look like?” Hazel’s warm breath brushed across Clem’s pussy, sending shivers through her.
Hazel raised her eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you’ve never ridden anyone. ”
“Sure I have.” Indignation made her voice tight. “Obviously.”
“Well then. There you have it. Hold on tight.”
Hazel flicked her tongue out. Sensation slammed into Clem, who shrieked, then laughed, as pleasure ricocheted through her.
Hands slapped onto her ass and squeezed.
She looked down at Hazel. It was almost unbearable how sexy it was seeing her between Clem’s thighs, looking up like she was about to partake of the most enticing feast ever.
Hazel squeezed Clem’s ass again as she shook her head.
“Don’t go running off now. I want to feel you come, then flip you over and make you come again. ”
With that devastating statement, Hazel pulled Clem down onto her face. Her tongue shot out again, deftly finding Clem’s clit. Clem’s laugh melted into a moan.
“Oh, my god.” Clem tightened her fingers against the headboard.
Her hips bucked and rocked, moving of their own volition.
This was the most delicious feeling. Hazel alternated between sucking and licking and nibbling, shooting jolts of pleasure rocking through Clem.
Her moans vibrated against Clem’s clit, making her lose control.
Driven only by the need to keep feeling this amazing friction, Clem rode Hazel’s face.
Clem wanted this feeling to last forever.
Hazel squeezed her ass and drove her onward, up and up until — more quickly than she wanted — Clem threw her head back as her climax slammed into her.
She ground her pussy against Hazel’s mouth until the last wave of the orgasm rolled through her.
On shaky legs, she shifted off of Hazel and went to collapse to the bed.
“Not so fast, Clementine.”
Clem opened startled eyes. “What?”
“Don’t you remember what I said?”
Before Clem could respond, Hazel ran her hands up Clem’s body, which twitched as she gasped. “Sensitive!” was all Clem could manage.
Hazel’s responding smile was smug. “Good.” She dipped her head to Clem’s collarbone. “I’ll be gentle,” she whispered. “Maybe.”
Gentle hands pushed Clem’s shoulders down onto the bed.
Her long hair brushed over Clem’s chest, sweeping exquisite torture over her sensitive skin.
She dropped feathery kisses along Clem’s shoulders and down her chest. The kisses stopped just above her breasts, and Hazel paused, breathing shaky breath across Clem’s nipples.
Then, before Clem’s brain could catch up to her body, Hazel lowered her head and closed her mouth around a nipple.
A ragged moan tore from Clem, who grasped the bedsheets, desperate for something to hold on to.
Hazel sucked and flicked her tongue back and forth, each sweep setting off fireworks in Clem’s brain.
Clem arched, pushing the tight bud deeper into Hazels’ mouth.
Hazel caught it lightly in her teeth and flicked the tip of her tongue around the pleading bead.
Her other hand swept across Clem’s thigh, leaving sparks of electricity in its wake.
On a gasp, Clem threaded her hands in Hazel’s hair and pulled her tighter.
Hazel chuckled. The pad of her thumb brushed Clem’s swollen clit, making her gasp, deepening the arch of her back. “Do you like that?” Hazel asked against her breast.
Clem could not formulate a response.
Hazel thumbed her clit again, then slipped a finger inside her slit. Clem groaned and pumped her hips.
“I guess you do.” Hazel lifted her head and Clem pouted.
“Don’t you worry, Clementine. I’m not through with you yet.
” She shifted to the other nipple, sucking and nibbling.
Her hair brushed against the other, and Clem wondered if it was intentional.
Then Hazel slipped a second finger inside her and Clem lost the ability to think at all.
She bucked against Hazel’s hand, crying out when Hazel slipped a third finger inside her.
She was stretched, and pleasure shot in heavy jolts from her clit each time Hazel’s thumb crossed it.
Clem tightened her hands in Hazel’s hair, pulling hard enough to elicit a groan from the other woman.
“I’m going to —” she gasped. It was too much. Sensation in her breasts, her clit, her pussy. Layer upon layer it built. “I — oh, god.”
“Come for me, Clementine.”
She did not need to be told twice. Clem came with a ferocity that shocked her.
Her back arched off the bed, her head thrown back.
There was no consideration about how loud her cries were.
Hazel wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her, and when Clem thought there was nothing left to give, somehow Hazel was able to glean more.
She was left a panting, sweaty wreck on the bed. Her chest heaved as she gasped, trying to slow her pounding heart. Hazel rose above her. Clem opened one eye and squinted up. “Don’t think your smugness is lost on me,” she mumbled.
Hazel laughed. “You are so much fun,” she squeaked. “It makes me want to keep going.”
“I don’t have anything more to give.”
“You want to bet?”
The look on her face almost made Clem want to give it a try. But she had no energy left. She closed her eyes, basking in the haze that had settled in. “Don’t think I won’t call your bluff,” she sighed. Sleep was closing in, and she was relaxed and ready for it.
Hazel chuckled and settled in beside her. “Don’t sleep too deeply,” she murmured. “We don’t want to miss out on all of our time.”
“Definitely not.” Clem’s words were slow and sleepy. “Need more time. I want …” she sighed and the room was quiet for a moment. Then she roused enough to finish her thought. “Fuck you so hard.”
Clem dropped off to sleep with a smile on her face and Hazel’s laughter in her ears.