Page 16 of Stuck

I flip her to the side, crawling on top of her. She wraps her legs around me, and I pin her down. I don’t miss the way her breath hitches.

“You were such a good girl,” I murmur between kisses. She whimpers in response. “And now it’s your turn. I’m going to suck on your sweet little pussy now, Hazel. Can you hold very still for me?”

She squeaks as I move down her body. I catch her leggings at the waistband and pull them down, her panties coming with them. I strip her down to nothing in an instant, and I’m rewarded with a blush even prettier than the one on the train.

Hazel, nude and stretched out on my sofa, is a work of art more precious than anything on my walls.

I trace the shape of her with my fingertips. Reverently, then a bit hurt-y. Pinch here, squeeze there.

“You’re blushing,” I tell her as my fingers wander up her neck and rub rudely against her lips.

She licks at my hand. “Am I?”

“Yes. And it makes me hard. You know what else makes me hard?”

She shakes her head, smiling. “Tell me.”

“When I squeeze your skin, it turns the same pretty shade of pink. And now every time I think of you blushing, I’m going to remember…” I rake my hand down her torso and settle it hard on her hip, where I squeeze until she gasps. “That sound. My God, it’s perfect.”

“Were you this dirty ten years ago?” Her eyes are wide, and she bites her lip.

“I don’t think I was this dirty ten hours ago, Hazel. We have some smoking chemistry between us, though, so who knows what would have happened?” I lean over her and suck one of her nipples into my mouth with a wet, hungry slurp.

Fuck yes.

No more waiting.

I need to know what the most sensitive part of her tastes like. I drop to the floor and drag her to the edge of the couch, pulling her outside leg over my shoulder.

Kissing my way up her inner thigh, I take a moment as I reach the crease between her leg and her pussy to breathe her in and appreciate the soft, gentle beauty of her body. Her curls are blonde here, lightly dusting the darker skin of her labia before giving way to the delicious pink of slick, wet skin inside her folds. I run my nose along the curls before tracing the same path with my fingers.

She shivers, but holds still, as I told her to. I lift my head long enough to praise her again, then bow back to my task.

The first taste of her is musky and light, the second stronger and sweeter. I lick up to her clit and then circle it, slowly at first, long licks, before closing my mouth around the hard, throbbing nub and sucking.

She comes up off the couch, her hands sliding into my hair, and croons my name. “Sam…”

Damn straight. I want her to say my name as she comes on my face. I want her to lose her mind while I suck her off, just as I lostmymind at the window.

I push her thighs wide with my forearms, opening up her cunt for my mouth. My fingers. My teeth, just to test, as I nip at her labia.

“God, yes,” she cries out. “Sam, please.”

“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me.”

“Condoms are all the way in the bedroom, babe. You gotta come first, then I’ll drag you to my bed. Is that what you want?” I slide two fingers into her slick, tight hole. “That’s right. Fuck my hand.”

I dip my head again and capture her clit again as she bucks against my mouth.

Her climax is bold and fast, just like Hazel. She floods my tongue with a burst of sex and passion and something unique to this night, to this woman.

I bury my face in the soft, tender skin of her inner thigh when she pushes my head off her sensitive flesh.This woman.Who wanted me to push her to her knees, and is now stroking my hair.

It’s not until after she starts to laugh that either of us remembers I told her to hold still.

“You could punish me,” she says, giggling, as I strip out of my clothes. Once I’m naked, I haul her off the couch and shove her playfully toward my bedroom.

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