I totally want to do this with her.
My fingers are reaching for her before I’ve finished replaying the steps of tonight’s plan in my head. Thanks to yoga and designer jeans, bendy Hazel’s got her ankles on my left shoulder now and my hands are reaching for the zippers on those merciless fuck-me boots. She has the best taste in footwear.
The air rasps out of me as I tug down the zipper on her left boot and slip her foot free. The boot goes...fuck if I know. Later—as in many, many orgasms later—I’d like to have Hazel wearing just the boots and nothing else, but right now I’m crazy for her and I can’t wait. The right boot joins its mate on the floor and then my hands are reaching for the waistband of her jeans. She helps me shove them down, grinding her hips against the bed as if she’s already skipped ahead in her beautiful, sexy head.
“Wait for me.”
“Hurry up.” The smirk on her face is awesome.
I run my hands up the silky skin of her inner thighs. She has a freckle above her right knee that merits much closer inspection. With my mouth. I kiss her there, drinking in the greedy sounds she makes. She jumps as I move higher, the muscles tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. Her skin is so warm.
“Cute.” Hazel’s panties are black cotton boy shorts. I pause my upward quest to breathe her in.
“I was in a rush or I would have worn my date-night panties.”
I grin and run my thumbs higher. She squeaks. “Are those like day-of-the-week panties? I’m going to need to check what you’re wearing in the office.”
“Don’t make me put you in the naughty corner. The not-in-the-office rule stands.” She wriggles, stretching, and her hand disappears between us. A second later, her fingers discover my dick. She squeezes gently and I make a rough noise. Hazel’s take-charge. I’m not sure why I’m surprised. She loves to be in control...but so do I.
I cup her ass with my hands, drag her to the edge of the bed and press her legs wide with my shoulders. Bending my head, I consider my plan of attack. So many delicious options. I lean in and kiss her through the cotton of her panties. We’ll take this slow. I’ll make her scream. It’s a great plan.
Step one—kiss her senseless. I press my mouth against Hazel, first softly, then harder. Higher. Her breath catches and her hands fist the sheets as I tease her with the lightest of pressure.
“Faster,” she moans. “Don’t be such a beast, Jack.”
“Feedback is welcome.” I suck lightly at her clit through the damp cotton. “But I think you’ll like my plan.”
Hazel curses, but she also angles her hips, pressing her clit against my tongue. I hold still so she can ride me, finding the angle she likes best, a small, tight circle. I try not to think about how she’s going to feel wrapped around my dick, the hot, wet heat, the slick clench of her inner muscles letting me know exactly how much she’s enjoying what I give her.
“Jack—” She moans my name like a porn star. Fuck, this woman is amazing.
She totally deserves a reward.
I move my thumbs, spreading her through the thin cotton. Slow is best, even though I want to lick her from head to toe right now. This is Christmas morning and I want to tear into all my presents right now, uncover all the secrets. I have all night, I remind myself.
I slide against her gently with my thumbs like I ache to do with my dick. Once. Twice. She arches, moaning more incomprehensible shit I decide I can ignore. If there’s a problem, Hazel will tell me. Instead, I let my thumbs glide up and down the seam of her pussy while I trace her clit with my tongue. She smells amazing, so I’m betting she’ll taste even better. I need to do that next. I need—
And then she freezes. Bingo. Hazel’s hips arch up as we find the spot she likes best. She’s breathing hard, her fingers tearing at my hair.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper against her. I won’t leave her wanting.
“Cocky bastard,” she groans. I think that’s a compliment.
My hands drag her closer, gripping her sweet, toned ass, and I lift her higher so she can relax. And then I cover her clit with my mouth, sucking and stroking, scraping ever so lightly with the edge of my teeth. She shrieks and then, fuck me, she starts coming.
She talks the whole time, a litany of curses and my name and instructions of “don’t move, don’t you dare, like that, oh, God.” I’ve been promoted to deity status and I don’t even give her shit about it. I’ll just have to do my best to live up to my newfound godhood.
A long time later she stops talking and collapses back on the bed as if someone just removed all her bones and replaced them with a puddle of happy. Yeah, that would be me. I hide my smirk from her because I’m not stupid. Her ass will be sore tomorrow from all the clenching—I make a mental note to offer her a butt massage.
I slide a finger beneath the edge of her panties, breathing harshly, trying to draw this out. She’s so damn hot. And wet. My finger slips over her folds, finding nothing but sweet, sweet welcome.
“May I take these off?”
“Wait.” Her fingers curl around mine, and it feels sexy and full of possibilities, but I pay attention to that one word. Wait. I ease back. Please don’t have changed your mind. I’m not sure I wouldn’t beg, and Hazel would never let me live it down.
I shift up the bed and pull her on top of me so that she’s staring
