My favorite part of waking up is always trying to remember what I was dreaming about just seconds ago. This morning is different, though.

 

My favorite part of waking up today is turning over to see that I’m sharing my bed with the woman of my dreams. I let her sleep a bit longer, but she must have somehow felt me staring at her from her sleep, because she wakes up only a few minutes after I woke from my slumber.

 

Hazel looks up at me and scoots closer. I hold her tightly and kiss her all over her neck and face until she’s laughing hysterically. She closes her eyes and slowly goes back to sleep. As I lay there with her warmth against my body, I try thinking of the last time I felt this way. The only answer I can come up with is a big, fat, fucking never.

 

Hazel is unlike any girl I’ve ever met in New York or Ireland. Back in Ireland, I had a sneaking suspicion that the only women who seemed to be interested in me were actually only interested in my inheritance.

 

While I’m not going to act as though I haven’t used my family’s wealth as a means of getting a woman’s attention, it still hurts when you’re actually emotionally invested in a relationship with someone only to find out that the only reason they’re with you is so you can take them on shopping sprees and things of the like.

 

Because of those past bad experiences, I promised myself when I came to the States that I would stick to one night stands and nothing else. A broken fucking heart is the last thing I need, but with Hazel I can’t help but feel that we should be together. Really together, not fake-engaged together.

 

Hazel wakes up again, as if knowing that she’s on my mind and I’m dying to be with her more. She inhales deeply as she stretches her way out of my arms and into an upright position.

 

“Good morning, Liam,” she grumbles sleepily.

 

I grab her hand and kiss it softly. She chuckles in that adorable way she has, and then gets out of bed.

 

“You don’t want to stay in bed just a bit longer?” I ask her

 

She smiles as she stretches once more. “I should go home and shower. All that sex left me a bit ripe.”

 

“You could shower here,” I offer. “My shower is…”

 

Instead of explaining how great my bathroom is, I grab her by the hand and walk her over. She is rightfully taken aback by the vastness of the bathroom and the shower space. It’s big enough to comfortably fit at least five people.

 

Even if it’s just a quick shower, I want her to spend a few more minutes here. I don’t work today and if she leaves, I know I’m just going to be left obsessing over her until whenever I see her next. I don’t know what the hell she’s done to me, but she’s really done me in good.

 

“Okay, I think I could stay a bit longer for a shower,” she says sheepishly.

 

I keep my cool demeanor on the outside but in my head, I’m victory dancing like an idiot just because I’m so thankful to have her stay a little bit longer. I don’t have a lot of experience feeling this way towards someone who is more or less a stranger, considering I’ve only known her for three days. It’s ridiculous to think I’ve fallen so hard for someone in such a short amount of time, but everything about being with her feels right.

 

Hazel sloppily undresses and steps into the shower. She has a hard time figuring out which knobs do what exactly, and I don’t blame her, as it’s needlessly complicated. Once I too am naked, I join her and turn the shower on.

 

Water bounces off her skin so beautifully, I have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that this is reality. Hazel is naked in my shower. This kind, sweet, funny, drop dead gorgeous woman is spending time with me and revealing herself in the most intimate ways imaginable.

 

She leans on me and pulls me in close so we can both be underneath the water raining down on us. Hazel reminisces about the passionate night of lovemaking we had last night and after mentioning it, starts rubbing my cock with her hand.

 

It doesn’t take long for my cock to go from half flaccid to coursing with hot red blood. She moans sleepily and quietly asks me to fuck her. There’s not a thing on this Earth that could keep me from fulfilling her request.

 

Before penetrating her outright, I reach down and hold her full ass cheeks. She moans from the comfort and pleasure of this action, and moans louder when I reach a bit farther down and press my middle finger on her pussy.

 

“I love when you beg me to fuck you, so I can hold onto your curvy ass cheeks,” I tell her.

 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asks me. “Take me.”

 

Something in me wanted to test her oral abilities once more after she blew me away, no pun intended, the night before by taking my entire cock in her mouth. Nobody I’ve ever been with before has managed to do that, and Hazel certainly doesn’t seem like the type of person who’d be gifted with this ability.

 

But she asked me to take her. So, I do. First, I have to step out of the shower and grab one of the condoms I keep under the sink. As soon as I put it on, I hop back into the shower.

 

Then, I grab her by the ass and carry her a little bit like I did when we shared that passionate kiss at the housewarming party. I carefully place my cock right at the entrance of Hazel’s puzzy and use her natural lubrication to gently insert myself in her. Hazel winces at first, claiming she’s sore from all the fucking we did the night before, but then she begins to moan as my cock continues its journey deeper into her.

 

It’s as if our bodies were made for each other. I fit perfectly inside her, and the way she moves her hips as she rides my cock could drive a man insane. In a good way, if I’m not being clear.

 

The sex we have is definitely a main contributor to my wanting to spend more time with her, but it’s also not the only reason. The way she makes my cock twitch still can’t compare to how she makes my heart skip beats.

 

I don’t know how to describe the feeling, but the intensity of the sex we have is also, for lack of a better word, relaxing. I hang my head back, releasing a passionate moan that echoes throughout my cavernous bathroom.

 

My moan turns Hazel on so much that she fully wakes up and starts doing more of the work, grinding faster and faster. She digs her nails deep into my back and constricts my body with her legs as she orgasms for the fifth time in the last twenty-four hours.

 

Hearing her voice quiver is the final blow to my cock that sends cum shooting through it. I pull out before I blow my load because I want to put it on Hazel and claim her as my own. As soon as I rip off the condom, my cum starts shooting out, and it lands all over Hazel’s stomach and thighs.

 

“Good thing we’re in the shower, right?” she asks, as she reaches down and scoops up some of my cum. Then, she puts it in her mouth and slurps it up. “Because I’m a very dirty girl, when it comes to you.”

 

God, I love this woman. Yes, that’s right. I’ve only known her for three days but I fucking love her and I want to be with her forever.