Page 16 of The Secrets Behind Us

“Here, take this.”

My eyes open at the sound of her voice. I am greeted with her leaning over me and the beautiful sight of the swell of her breasts from how her shirt hangs down. If I could possibly lean up some, I could probably get a good view of her bra too, but I can’t muster the strength.

She shoves her hands in my face, one holding two pills and the other a glass of water.

I take them and down the hatch they go. Once I swallow, I whisper, “Thank you.”

She takes the glass from me and places it on the coffee table. “Do you need anything else?” She asks me with a tightness in her voice, as if she's holding herself back.

I just need to admit why I called her. I want her to be close to me no matter the cost, whether it's my pride or my heart. “You.”

Her eyes soften and the green in her eyes lightens. Hope fills them as she tentatively asks me, “Dexter, what are you saying?”

“Hazel, I want you to stay with me tonight. And I don’t mean sleep. I need to feel something other than the pain I always feel.”

As she holds my eyes, her pupils dilate and her bottom lip pouts. "I…I'm sorry", she stutters out.

I stare at her, getting lost in her clover eyes. Fuck, she is something else, even after all this time. And I need her. Now. “Come here, Hazel.” It's a strict order that I have no business giving. I should be finding out why she's kept herself away from me, not letting her see how much I missed her.

She perches on the edge of the couch. When I try to bring her even closer, she stops me with a hand on my chest, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Dexter, I don't want to hurt you more. Besides, don't you hate me?" she asks with her eyes filled with sorrow.

And I know she doesn't just mean physically. She means hurting me in every way since she walked out on me five years ago. I should hate her, but I can't seem to. "I don't hate you, Sugar Lips. I could never hate you. I'm fucking furious with you. And it's time for you to be punished."

My grip tightens around her wrist and I force her face closer to mine. She doesn’t try to pull away this time and I can see it in her eyes. The lust. She wants me just as much as I want her. I brush my lips against hers, but fuck, the pain in my ribs hits me.

Hazel must see it because she pulls away. “As much as I want you, Dex, now's not the time. You’re in pain.”

“Sugar Lips, if you refuse me, I'll not be held accountable for what I do next." I'm determined to have her. I let her go once and I'm not doing that again, even if it's for one night.

She just stares at me but doesn’t reject the idea right away. I can see the gears moving in her head. After a few seconds she stands up, her eyes never leaving mine. When I think she's going to walk away, she starts to unbutton her pants. I lick my lips and my cock hardens at the thought of giving me what I want.

Hazel makes a show of taking her jeans off. Slowly, she pushes them down her toned legs and my mouth waters. All I want to do is taste her on my tongue.

When she stands up after kicking them off, she puts her fingers in the waistband of her panties, but I stop her. “Don’t take those off. I want to.”

“Okay," she says breathily which makes my cock harden even more. I haven’t been this hard in a long time, not since the last time I took her. I can’t wait to be inside her, but first I want her on my tongue.

“Hazel, I said I want you to sit on my face.”

She moves like a gazelle and climbs up on the couch. Placing her knees on either side of my head, she hovers right above my face. All I can see is her glistening pussy. All I can smell is her arousal. All I can feel is her velvety skin on my lips.

She is so wet that it’s dripping down her inner thigh. I lick her juices off the inside of her leg. Her legs tremble around me as I lick her slit, tasting her sweet musk on my lips.

Fuck, I sure did miss this. Tasting her is the sweetest sin and I can’t stop. I devour her. I suck on her clit until she tangles her hands in my hair, shaking with her impending orgasm. She starts to ride my face, pushing her luscious pussy in my face.

"Fuuuck, Dex,” she moans.

I need her to come. I need to be inside her. But not yet. First, she needs to endure her punishment. Then I can be inside her.

I back off her clit, pulling away from her delicious pussy. She tries to grind harder into me, chasing her need to orgasm. I grip her thighs to keep her from moving.

She looks down at me with her eyebrows pulled down in confusion. “Why did you stop?” she whines.

I don’t answer her, pulling my hand back and smacking her ass. She jumps a little “Ow. That hurt. Why did you do that?”

"Because you left me,” I say against her pussy. I don’t let her answer. I immediately start licking down her center, devouring her.

“Shit…Dex.” Her back arches and she moans loudly.

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