Chapter 25 Hazel
Hazel
Iwrapped my legs around his middle, and he carried me out of the studio. My eyes were closed as he led us down the hall and into his bedroom, his mouth never leaving mine.
Milton shifted and held me still for a moment in the dark room before flipping the light on, and then his hot palms spread over my bare thighs beneath my dress, holding me like I weighed nothing.
I took his hat off, tossing it across the room, and threaded my fingers through his hair in a tight grip, deepening our kiss. His mouth was warm and inviting and greedy as he arched his head up to meet my mouth, his tongue working in labored strokes.
Leaving my lips wet and parted, I panted as he dragged his attention down my neck, trailing his tongue along the soft skin until he reached the plunging neckline of my dress.
I gazed down at him. He grinned that devilishly handsome smile that made my stomach somersault before tugging at the fabric with his teeth.
My breast bounced free in one swift movement, and his mouth claimed my nipple.
A dizzy wave of arousal hit me as he sucked the sensitive nub, flicking his tongue back and forth as it hardened in his mouth. Then he teased it with his teeth, tugging it gently until he let go, just to do it all over again.
It was a slow, hot, torturous dance. And I wasn’t sure how long I’d last if he kept it up.
I looked down at him in a haze, and he tilted his head back, admiring it for a moment, wet and pink and firm. Pulling the other side down, he sprang the left one free, giving it equal attention.
I rolled my hips forward, searching for pressure between my legs, and he smiled, giving my breast one last delicious tug.
His fingertips pressed into me harder as he backed up until his legs hit the bed, and then he sat down slowly.
My knees landed on either side of his lap, sinking into the mattress, and my mouth was on his again.
Keeping one hand secured on my butt, he dragged the other between us, teasing his way up my inner thigh until he reached the edge of the small triangle of fabric covering my center.
I desperately kissed him, nodding against his lips so he wouldn’t have to wait for permission. My nerves were on edge, and I needed him to touch me.
He pushed the thin lace to the side, pausing for a second that felt like a hundred, and finally stroked his thumb through my slit. I was already wet and ready, my body coming alive. Breaking from my mouth to catch his breath, he found my clit and rubbed perfect circles.
I arched my back, bucking my hips forward, the pressure too much, but not enough.
He looked up at me, watching me writhe under his control, and pushed a long finger inside. And then another.
I gasped and began reaching between us at the waistline of his pants, but I couldn’t manage to pull them far enough down to free him. I only caught a glimpse of the curls of hair at the base, and my mouth watered.
“I want to feel you,” I told him, practically begging as I wet my bottom lip.
Smiling, he leaned back and held me up, grabbed his shaft, and freed it from his pants.
My lips parted, and I cursed under my breath as his thick erection bobbed below me. I wrapped my hand around it quickly, feeling him flinch in my hand.
Milton dropped his head back, and, my God, I wished I could hear the sound that must have left his lips.
The tip was wet as I began stroking him, watching the effect just my hand alone could have. But that made my impatience grow, and I wanted to give him more. I wanted to feel him. All of him. To be closer to him in every way physically possible.
Pushing my knees down into the bed and my hips up, I lined him up at my entrance.
“Wait.” His arms stilled around me, pinching his eyes shut for a moment. “We should use protection. I might have a condom in my nightstand.” He nodded behind himself.
I shook my head. “I’m covered. I’m on the pill,” I quickly replied.
After a breath, he swallowed and smiled, kissing me while I slid down onto his lap, his cock slowly filling me, stretching me.
His hands flew to my hips, gripping them as he watched where our bodies came together, sucking a breath between his teeth.
I cried out at the sting of pleasure, then rose again, coming down harder and taking him deeper.
Milton quickly tore his shirt over his head and then helped me remove my dress before he leaned back on the heels of his hands to watch me ride him.
The heat in his stare consumed me with confidence as I continued to move.
“You’re so perfect. So beautiful,” he signed, reminding me of his gift to me. The gift of understanding.
It made my chest flutter all over again.
When he reached for me, the muscles in his shoulders flexed as he dragged a hand from my throat down to my breasts, cupping and squeezing one as they gently bounced.
I covered his hand with mine, lifting it to my mouth and sucking on the two fingers that were just inside me.
His chin dipped, and his jaw twitched as his eyes darkened.
Wrapping his arm around me, he spun me around until my back was on the mattress and he was hovering above me.
He stood, removing his pants, and I scooted up the bed, stopping when I reached the center.
The bed dipped when he returned, crawling toward me with a beautiful blue hooded gaze.
Bending my knees, he hitched my legs up until they were hooked over his thick shoulders, opening me wide.
Supporting my hips at an angle, he pulled me into his mouth.
His breath was hot, his body hotter.
I threw my head back and pinched my eyes shut as his skilled tongue flattened against my clit and devoured me. My nerves exploded at the throaty vibrations as he moaned against my center, licking and savoring me.
I looked down my body to where he lay, whimpering. The view of his head between my legs was enough to send me over the edge, but I wasn’t ready yet. It took everything in me to stop him, but I gripped his hair, lifted his gaze to mine, and crooked a finger.
He smiled, and I could feel his hot breath pulse against my skin with a soft laughter.
Sucking his bottom lip clean, he climbed on top of me, encasing me with his large frame.
He leaned his weight to one side on the bed with one hand while running the other along my cheek, holding the bottom of my jaw in his grip.
And then he kissed me. It was soft and intimate, but also slightly possessive. It was everything I wanted.
I wiggled my hips, begging him to fill me again.
With a tilt of his mouth, he glanced down, lined himself back up at my entrance, and slid in deliciously slow.
Milton moved in easy, deliberate motions, rolling his hips into me at first to make sure I was comfortable and adjusted.
I watched his body move as he did it again. And again. His thrusting getting quicker each time until his hips were slapping against the back of my thighs in a steady rhythm.
His heated gaze caught mine, and he gripped my chin between two fingers as he mouthed, “Eyes on me, Sunshine. I want to see the look in your eyes when you come undone.”
The muscular arms kept me in a safe hold as his thrusts came faster. His hips hit me at the perfect pace, the perfect deep spot, over and over, building my pending release until I fucking saw stars.
My legs were trembling as I wrapped them around his waist, trying to hold on for dear life before I let go.
He reached for my wrist, unfolding my hand around his neck. Overwhelmed and lightheaded with my orgasm cresting, I didn’t understand. Not until I felt the deep vibrations against my fingertips from the depths of his throat.
“You can’t hear me, so I want you to feel me,” he told me. “Feel what you do to me, baby.”
I read the words on his lips and locked on to his eyes, coming apart below him with one final rock of my hips. I squeezed around him, riding the wave of it, and as my orgasm feathered out, I exhaled his name in a shaky breath.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I love the way my name forms on your lips as you fall apart beneath me.”
Milton’s whole body stiffened a second later, and he moaned and cursed as he thrust sharply once. Twice. And a third time, filling me. I kept my hand on the base of his throat, feeling every intimate vibration that I coaxed out of him as his cock pulsed in waves until he was done.
He kissed me deeply and climbed off the bed, covering me with a sheet before disappearing into the bathroom. He was only gone for a second, and I already missed him. He returned a moment later with a towel and a glass of water, and then he cleaned me up and climbed back into bed.
“Do you need anything, Sunshine?” His grin was soft and perfect.
I shook my head, pulling his arm around me. “Just you.”
“You have me, every damn piece,” he replied, and I relaxed into his arms, believing every word.