Page 7 of Praised By the Lumberjack

"Beautiful," I whisper, leaning in to press a kiss to the swell of her breast. "Every inch of you is beautiful."

She whimpers, arching into my touch. I reach behind her, unclasping her bra, letting her breasts spill free. They're perfect—full and round, tipped with rosy nipples that beg for my attention.

"Fuck, Hazel," I groan, taking one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. Her head falls back, a soft moan escaping her lips as I lavish attention on each breast in turn.

Her hips rock against mine with tentative, uncertain movements, but the friction is still enough to have my cock straining against my jeans. I grip her hips gently, guiding her, helping her find a rhythm that feels good for both of us.

"I want you," she breathes. "All of you."

Those words ignite something primal in me. I lift her carefully and carry her to the table in the corner, setting her down with reverence. I position myself between her legs, my fingers working at the button of her jeans.

"You sure?" I ask, studying her face carefully. There's desire there, unmistakable and intense, but also a vulnerability I hadn't noticed before.

She takes a deep breath. "Yes, I'm sure. But Flint... there's something I should tell you." Her cheeks flush deeper, beyond the pink of arousal. "I've never... I haven't..." She looks down, suddenly unable to meet my eyes. "This would be my first time."

The words hit me like a physical force. My breath catches as understanding dawns. Hazel has never been with anyone before. Something possessive and protective unfurls within me, a feeling so powerful it nearly brings me to my knees.

"Hazel," I say, my voice rougher than intended. I lift her chin gently, making her meet my gaze. "You're giving me something precious. Are you absolutely sure it's what you want?"

Her blue eyes, clear and steady despite her blush, hold mine. "I've never been more sure of anything. I want it to be you, Flint."

A wave of tenderness mixed with fierce possession washes over me. The thought that I would be her first—that no other man has touched her, known her in this most intimate way—makes my cock throb painfully. But it also fills me with a profound sense of responsibility.

"I'll take care of you," I promise, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "We'll go slow. If anything doesn't feel good, or if you want to stop for any reason, you tell me. Okay?"

She nods, her trust in me evident in every line of her body. "Okay."

I pull her jeans and panties down with careful movements, giving her time to change her mind. When she's finally naked before me, I take a moment just to look at her, flushed, wanting, utterly perfect.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I tell her, meaning every word. "And I'm honored that you chose me to be your first."

I free myself from my jeans, watching her eyes widen slightly as she takes in the sight of me. I see a flicker of nervousness cross her face, and I lean in to kiss her softly.

I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her wetness, preparing her. She's incredibly wet, which will help, but I know I need to be gentle.

"This might hurt a little," I warn her softly. "I'll go as slow as I can."

I push forward with exquisite care, just the tip entering her. She gasps, her body tensing slightly, and I freeze immediately.

"Breathe," I encourage, brushing a strand of red hair from her face. "That's it. Such a good girl, Hazel. So perfect for me."

She relaxes at my praise, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily. "More," she whispers. "Please."

I press forward, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. The sensation of her tight heat enveloping me is almost too much to bear—she's so incredibly tight, her body virgin and untouched until this moment. Until me.

"You're doing so well," I praise, my voice strained with the effort of restraint. "Taking me so perfectly. My good, brave girl." I kiss her deeply, distracting her as I push through with one careful thrust until I’m fully inside of her.

Hazel gasps against my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Are you okay?" I ask immediately, holding absolutely still inside her.

She nods, her breathing ragged. "Yes. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I remain motionless for another moment, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion. The knowledge that I'm the first and only man to be inside her, to feel her this way, sends a surge of possessiveness through me so strong it's almost dizzying.

"Mine," I find myself whispering against her throat. "You're mine now, Hazel."

"Yours," she agrees, her voice small but certain.

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