Page 80 of Waging War
I guide my lips over hers in a sensually slow rhythm, torturing her with feather-soft kisses before brushing my tongue against her own. She opens wider, eager to feel me, but again, I torture her by sliding in and out her mouth—mimicking the plans I have for her.
My hips align with the heat between Hazel’s thighs, and I grind against her, coating myself in her arousal. “You don’t have to put on a show for me, baby.”
Her nails gently score my biceps as her hips buck against mine.
I give her one last passionate kiss.
“Look at this,” I say, lightly tracing my fingers along the curves of her feminine figure. There’s nothing sexier than the shape of a woman, and Hazel is utter perfection. “No rough edges here.”
I kiss the tender underside of her chest before lightly nibbling the spot. She gasps as a lone tear sneaks out of the corner of her eye, and I swipe it away with my thumb.
“You were right earlier,” she blurts with a laugh. “I had planned to seduce you into giving into my plan, but I decided against it.”
I bring my gaze to hers, positioning myself at her entrance. “What made you change your mind?”
“You, Ben. Every frustrating thing about you.”
When I slowly slide inside her, a deep moan rumbles from my chest.
“I love when you do that,” she says, awarding me another freckle-crinkling smile.
If this is anything compared to the other times I’ve had her, I’ll be doing it a lot.
I fill her completely before pressing up on my palms. “I don’t want to stay away from you, Hazel. And to be completely honest, I’m not sure I’ve ever tried that hard.” Rocking back and forth, I coax little moans from her mouth. “The excuses, the fighting… It all means nothing to me anymore.”
Even if she asked me to stop talking, I wouldn’t be able to. I’m throwing both of us across that line tonight, kicking and screaming. “You and me? We’re gonna light the world on fire.”
Each thrust grows deeper as I reach for her clit and rub the bud between my fingers, swallowing heryeswith another needy kiss.
Needy. Yeah, that’s it. Ineedher and this friction between us more than the air we’re breathing.
“Wait.” Hazel wraps her long legs around my back and braces her palms against my pecs. “Let me try being gentle,” she says with a sensuality that has my toes curling.
Then she’s rolling her hips against me, gazing up with cautious curiosity. Pulling back from my stationary form, she rides me slowly, tenderly. I’m lost in watching her explore a softer side of herself.
Hazel’s eyes close as she swirls and slides on my cock. Her mouth forms anObefore she says, “This feels incredible.”
I break a sweat trying to stay still. Her hands drift across her tits, pinching her nipples before teasing the sensitive skin around her navel, then down toward where we’re connected.
Her yellow-gray eyes pop open. “You’re right. I do enjoy this.”
I smirk. “I had a feeling you might.”
She bites her lip before sliding off me, rolling over to her stomach and presenting me her ass. “Can we be gentle this way, too?”
I nearly groan at the innocent question. “Let me show you.”
On my knees behind her, I grab her hips in both palms and squeeze. She hisses her pleasure but stops on a sigh when I envelop her body with mine. The feel of her tightness around me is enough to have my thighs flexing, but by the grace of God, I hold steady.
After pulling almost completely out, I slowly guide my cock forward until we’re flush once more. Little pants sound from where her mouth is partially hidden by the sheets, but she manages to look back at me.
She tosses a moan over the curve of her shoulder, curling her fingers into the bedding. “How does this almost feelbetterthan before?”
Squeezing her hips again, I slide my hand between the sheet and her chest, playing with her nipple. I roll it lightly, peppering kisses along her spine toward the base of her neck as I smoothly glide in and out of her. My breath hitches when she moans, clenching around my cock, and I reward her by gently clamping my teeth over her trap.
I reach for the other nipple. “How does this feel?”
At her rapid nodding, I trace the flair of her hip until the tips of my fingers find her clit again.
