Page 35 of Hazel and Elijah Find Out: First They F*cked Around

I almost did just watching her as her orgasm washed over her.

Fuck, she's beautiful.

Open and vulnerable. So goddamn sexy.

Her hand slipped out of her panties, and she sucked in deep breaths, her long dark eyelashes resting on her cheekbones.

I wanted her so fucking badly.

With her eyes still closed, she whispered, “I can’t believe I just did that.”

Nuzzling my lips down the slope of her neck, I asked, “Do you feel okay?”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, hitching a leg on my hip. “I feel incredible.”

I gripped the back of her thighs and picked her up. Even with the thin fabric of her underwear still between us, I could feel her wet heat against my aching erection. My grip tightened, my fingers pressed into her flesh.

“Point me toward your bedroom or I’m taking you on this wall,” I ground out between clenched teeth.

Still rubbing and teasing me with each rock of her hips, she practically purred, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Hazel,” I warned.

Lazily, she flicked her wrist toward the hallway around the corner. “That way.”

“You’re gonna want to get more specific or I’m kicking down doors,” I joked—mostly. “And I cannot swing a hammer, so I won’t be able to fix the mess I make.”

Her laugh was throaty. “End of the hall, door on the left.”

The slip of her tongue on mine had me needing that bed more than ever as I took clumsy steps toward her room. The door was unlatched and thudded off of the wall with the push of my hand.

Her legs stayed around my waist as I found the tab of her zipper at the nape of her neck. It got stuck a couple of times as I tugged it down. I’d normally like to be more composed, more in control, more careful not to rip her clothes, but none of those things mattered at the moment.

I set her down, and her hands ran over my pecs and abs and lower.

I caught her wrists before she could continue her path. “I’m about to tear your dress apart.”

“Do it—” But her words were cut off by my taking her hips and turning her around. Less than a second later, I had the zipper down the rest of the way and was pushing the garment off her shoulders and down her hips.

Her red panties curved up at the bottom, exposing the pale skin of her ass cheeks. I cupped her, kneading her soft flesh.

Slipping my fingers under the thin fabric, I brushed up and down her slit. “So fucking wet.”

She leaned back, pressing her shoulders to my front, and my erection was caught between her spine and my stomach. Her arms circled around my neck, giving me a view of her swollen tits practically spilling out of her strapless bra.

“Tell me there’s a condom in here. Mine are in my pants by the front door.”

“Top drawer.”

I stepped away, and even though I’d be back in a few seconds, it felt too long. By the time I turned around, her underwear was a crumpled scrap of fabric on the carpet, and she’d reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra. Her breasts fell free, full and heavy.

My balls drew tight.

Her naked body brought me to a full stop with the condom pinched in my fingers. The dark curls on her mound, the round curve of her belly, the dimpled flesh of her thighs. She was so soft, and I wanted nothing more than to sink into her.

When my gaze finally trailed up to her face, there was a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“I love how you look at me,” she said, her voice thick.

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