While still in Central Park, we decide to go back to Hazel’s place so she can change her clothes. While sketching me, she sat in the grass and got a stain on her pants. I think it’s adorable but she insists it’s wet and ugly, and wants to get into some clothes that make her look and feel better.

 

I agree to go with her to change. Before leaving the park though, Hazel tears out the page she sketched me on and give it to me. I still can’t believe that this drawing took her— what, five minutes?— and it’s so clear what she was drawing and what she was feeling while she was drawing it.

 

Her artwork is fucking amazing. I’m definitely going to frame this when I get the chance. I gush further about her sketch and ask to see more of her drawings, but she refuses, giving me the explanation that they’re too full of anger to enjoy.

 

I’m not too sure why she thinks that’s a bad thing. I tell her that that’s what people love about art— when they can feel the emotions come right off the page. Still, she refuses to show me any more of her artwork.

 

On the subway, it’s hard to keep our hands off each other. When we get back to Hazel’s place, we’re delighted to find that her roommate is nowhere around.

 

Now that we’re not totally focused on tearing our clothes off and fucking each other’s brains out, I’m able to take in the space. It’s a nice apartment— very cozy and comfy, like an artist would enjoy. And her cat Lucy even comes to greet me, which Hazel says is a rarity because usually she’s the only person Lucy likes.

 

“What can I say? Even shy cats like me,” I joke.
 

“Of course,” she answers. “Because you’re so charming.”

 

I wait in the living room while Hazel gets herself changed, but to my surprise, she comes back fully naked after taking off the offending pants and the rest of her clothes. She straddles me and tells me she wants me to fuck her on every surface of her apartment.

 

I had been thinking about sex while we were on the subway but then I’d gotten into a more wistful mood as I checked out her place. As soon as she says this, though, my cock rises, making my bulge meet Hazel’s bare pussy.

 

She looks deep into my eyes and then the naughty look of hers comes out— when she’s being a bad girl with me. That’s the look that I love.

 

“Spank me. Please,” she says.

 

I grab ahold of her ass cheeks and tighten my grip slowly.

 

“Like this?” I ask, as I swat her ass.

 

“Harder.” She bends over more, giving me full access to her curvy cheeks.

 

“I do need to discipline my bad girl,” I tell her, hitting her harder, making her jump. “She can be so very dirty.”

 

I spank her again, harder, and grab ahold of her clit when she starts to stand up out of surprise and pain. She makes intense eye contact with me while her hips begin to gyrate on my crotch. While I love being dominant, nothing is sexier than a woman taking control and getting on top.

 

I plunge my fingers into her pussy and she fucks my hand, her wet lips sliding all over me.

 

“There you go,” I tell her, playing with her clit with one hand while I finger her with the other. “Let me have my way with your tight little pussy.”

 

“Mmmmm, I’m cumming,” she moans, but she doesn’t have to tell me because I already know from the way her juices are flowing onto my hand.

 

Once her orgasm is over, I grab a condom while Hazel helps my cock out of my pants. Once I’m wrapped up, she guides my hard cock into her welcoming pussy.

 

Using some core strength I didn’t know I had, I flip our positions so that I’m on top. I grab ahold of her ass cheek and squeeze hard while I fuck her furiously. I spank her with my other hand.

 

Hazel moans much louder than she had moaned in our previous sessions. The louder she screams, the more ravenous my desire to make her climax becomes. Her face starts turning red, as her breathing quickens once more. The tightening of her vaginal walls indicates that she’s close to climaxing.

 

As she tightens as hard as she possibly can, I slide myself out and release my fingers from her ass.

 

“No, don’t stop. Keep going,” she begs me.

 

I walk over to the front door and motion her to come to me. She begins walking towards the front door, but I stop her.

 

“No. On your knees, Hazel.”

 

Hazel tries to conceal her excitement with a look of pure submission.

 

As per my request, Hazel gets down on all fours and crawls in my direction. She finds herself staring up at my engorged cock and starts licking her lips. There is no doubt in my mind that the only thing she wants at that moment is to have me inside her.

 

I can only make her crave me for so long before it’s time to have my own needs met. I stopped her so that I could fulfill her needs—or maybe tease her for a bit, to really draw it all out—but now it’s time to take the full plunge.

 

I start feeling the sensation of my cock being rubbed and when I look back down at Hazel, I see that she’s rubbing her cheek against it like some sort of animal. She does not break her eye contact with me and starts to beg again.

 

“Please, Liam. I really need you,” Hazel pleads.

 

There is no doubt in my mind now that it is only a matter of time before her playful begging turns into actual frustration, and not just for her either. So, I finally show her some mercy.

 

I pick her up off the floor and push her up against the front door of the apartment. Still soaked from our unfinished fucking on the couch, her pussy easily opens up to me as I stretch her out once more.

 

I’m unsure as to whether it’s because I’m tired or because I want this moment to last as long as possible, but out of all the times we have had sex, this is the slowest, no competition. I want Hazel to feel every centimeter of my cock slowly make its way deeper and deeper into her. She shudders in delight and asks me to stay inside her forever. It’s a ridiculous request but one I wish I could fulfill.

 

We fit so perfectly in each other, it’d make perfect sense to just stay inside her for the rest of my life if it was possible. I feel the warm juices from her pussy drip from her lips, down my shaft, and off my balls as I finally start to pick up my speed again.

 

I couldn’t fuck her slowly forever. Neither of us are going to get what we want doing that. My hands spread her ass as I fuck her harder and she once more digs her long nails into my shoulders, surely leaving marks now. I know that it won’t be long until I bring her to a loud, passionate climax.

 

But it isn’t loud this time. After my cock makes some hard, noisy thrusts into her, her body starts constricting as it does when she’s nearing her orgasm. But instead of screaming or moaning loudly, her pussy grips my cock and squeezes it to an almost painful degree. Almost painful, but not quite.

 

I still felt nothing but heavenly as her body climaxes. I, too, start cumming, into the condom inside her. How I wish I could take it off and feel her naked pussy. I tell myself that that time will come, when both of us are sure we’re in a for real relationship, rather than this fake arrangement we have going.

 

I pull her into my chest so that both of us can relax now that our orgasms are over. Then out of breath, she whispers into my ear.

 

“Thank you.”

 

“No, darling love o mine,” I tell her. “Thank you.”