“Jesus Christ,” I grit out, threading my fingers into a mane of wild curls.
Hazel hums appreciatively between my legs and doubles her efforts to bring me to the edge, a small hand wrapping around the base of my cock as her mouth bobs up and down on the head, hitting that damn spot over and over again. I clench my eyes tightly as ripples of pleasure diverge through my body, and thrust my hips reflexively, hitting the back of her throat. It doesn't faze her. Instead, another satisfied hum vibrates against me, intensifying every last bit of her ministrations in tenfold. And then I feel it, my climax. It's just within reach, looming closer and closer. By this point, I’m throbbing, the ache for release almost too much to subdue, despite how amazing her mouth feels.
But one firm pulse jerks her off me abruptly and I hiss in agony as my orgasm slips away.
“No, baby, don’t fucking-” I start to protest, only to groan halfway through as her pussy, so warm and wet, slides down my length until I’m filling her to capacity...
My eyes snapped open in time to catch her throwing her head back, a hushed “Yes” tumbling past her lips as she ground into me.
What the fuck? Was I not just…
No, I wasn't. None of that had been a dream. Shocked didn't begin to cover how I felt as realization kicked in, my eyes greedily taking her in as she fucked me.
Waking up to this was fucking heaven.
Trailing my hands over her thighs, I gripped her waist and reeled her in, slowly at first. Then I sank my fingers in her hair and yanked her the rest of the way, until she was flush against me, crashing her mouth to mine.
“Good morning,” I all but growled into her lips and she giggled softly.
“Took you long enough to wake up.”
“I might not have been with you here” – thrust – “but I was dreaming about you.”
“What about?”
“This.” I thrusted into her again. “You, me, this mouth, this pussy, right here on the bed. That’s how mine you are, kitten. Every last bit of you is mine.”
“All yours,” she moaned, gyrating against me with skilled hip rolls that threatened to rip my orgasm through me again. Regardless, I didn't want her to stop. She felt so fucking good.
“God damn, you're always so wet in the morning,” I gritted out.
She really was, though. She was so wet, you could hear it. The sound spoke to my inner-animal, unleashing the primitive beast that craved the power of control. One minute, she was calling the shots and the next, I had her pressed into the mattress beneath me, driving right back into her with a loud groan as her heat enveloped me once more.
“Oh, fuck,” she panted, clawing at the sheets with both hands, her legs locking around my waist.
The simple shift lodged me deeper within her. But that's the way she liked it.
Deep and rough.
Even when I made love to her, she wanted it all, every inch of me included, and I was more than happy to give it to her.
Being buried deep within Hazel was both heaven and hell. She could be so dominant and take what she wanted, but she could also be so demur, relinquishing her control without hesitation. Our connection was the ultimate high, her body was my personal brand of perfection, and her pussy, fuck… Her pussy was legitimately my kryptonite.
Licking a trail up her neck, I hitched one of her legs higher and dug myself deeper, forcing a breath-hitching moan from her throat. “Is this what you woke up thinking about?”
“Yes…” she breathed.
“Naughty kitty.”
“Your fault.”
“Who cares? I love it,” I murmured, en route to her lips.
“And I love you,” she purred, cinching her arms around my neck.
I hummed as our lips fused like two magnets, inhibiting me from expressing how much I fucking loved her too. But I didn’t have to. It was all in our kiss. Soft, leisurely, intimate. We were so in tune, words weren't necessary. Gentle fingers tunneled through my hair, pulling me closer, almost as if she couldn’t get close enough, and at this point, I didn’t think we ever could. There was always that urgency for more.
More. All the damn time.
Like now.
With a swift tap to her hip, she obliged to my silent demand, rolling over onto her knees. Hugging my pillow beneath her, she arched herself on display. And what a delicious display it was. Brown eyes danced playfully beneath wayward curls that fell in her face, luring me toward her with renewed purpose. Blanketing her with my body once more, I sunk my teeth into her shoulder and ran a hand down her smooth stomach, in search of her clit.
But then the moment was ruined.
Unexpected and incessant, Hazel’s phone began rattling on the nightstand. We both moaned in annoyance, the high that consumed us briskly falling away with each vibrational pattern. Begrudgingly – and with an audible huff – my girl reached an arm out and retrieved the offending source, glancing at the screen.
“Who the fuck is calling from New York at this hour?”
“I don’t know, answer it,” I suggested, falling back onto my knees.
Accepting the call, she lifted it to her ear. “Hello… Speaking. Who's this?”
Her eyes widened and my heart stopped a little.
“What? Who is it,” I mouthed silently.
“Maya,” she mouthed back.
Holy. Shit.
Holy shit, indeed. Shit was, in fact, about to get very, very real.