Page 54 of Forever Only Once

“For you? Of course.”

“Good.” And as he tugged down my leggings, the fabric bunching over my butt as he pulled. I let out a shaky breath, finding myself bare except for the tiny scrap of silk on my body.

“Jesus Christ, I knew you had curves, I knew you were fucking sexy, but damn, Hazel. It’s hard for me to breathe when I look at you.”

I swallowed hard and looked down at him, his dark hair between my legs, and I almost came right then.

“What exactly are you going to do now?” I asked, nearly teasing.

Only there wasn’t anything nearly about it.

“Exactly what you want me to do.”

And then he was breathing hot air over my flesh and tugging my panties aside. His mouth was on my pussy, one leg thrown over his shoulder, the other keeping me steady as I gripped the back of the couch.

My body shook, and his tongue lapped, parting my flesh as he kissed me intimately. I heated from the inside out, my entire body trembling. When he played with my clit, a touch there, a touch here, and his finger slid into me, I couldn’t hold back anymore. The sight of his dark hair against my pale skin was too much. I came, gasping, my nipples hard, a tingling sensation running up my spine.

The orgasm flooded me, encompassing me in warmth and racking me with shudders as I leaned against the couch.

Cross lapped up my orgasm, clearly wanting more. I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t know what to do. And then he was on his feet again, his lips on mine. I came down from my high, tasted myself on his tongue, and tugged at his shirt. I needed more, craved it.

I had no words, but he seemed to know what I wanted. Thankfully, he knew exactly what I needed.

He took off his shirt, and I helped him with his pants as he toed off his shoes. We both laughed when he nearly fell over.

I didn’t know there could be laughter with sex. I didn’t know I needed it.

Suddenly, he was naked, his hot flesh in my hand as I squeezed the base of him.

He slid his hand over mine and groaned.

“You touch me like that, and I’m going to come right on those pretty breasts of yours.”

My nipples tightened at the words. Those crass, vulgar words that were so fucking hot.

“And what if I want you to do that?” I asked.

He crossed his eyes, and I licked my lips.

“Maybe next time. And don’t even think about putting that pretty, pouty mouth on my dick. I don’t think I could handle it.”

I pumped his shaft, my fingers not able to touch around his girth.

I honestly didn’t know how he was going to fit, but I couldn’t wait to try.

I squeezed my thighs together, aching for him, wondering who the hell this wanton woman was. This wasn’t the Hazel Noble I had always known.

No, this was a Hazel who took chances. Who went on blind dates and had accidental ones. This was a Hazel who asked for what she wanted and made sure she got it.

This was the Hazel that had asked Cross over, the one that was going to ride this very large dick.

I squeezed him again and then ran my hand up his length so I could press my thumb to his slit, spreading his precum. His whole body shook against me, and the power I felt was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

“I need to get a fucking condom,” he whispered. “Shit. It’s in my car. I don’t keep them in my wallet anymore.”

I groaned and let out a little laugh. “You couldn’t have thought of that before you got all naked, and I was holding your dick?” I asked.

“Hey, I couldn’t help it. I really wanted you to hold my dick.”