Page 51 of Illicit Illustration

“And it was—” I covered her mouth with my palm, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Yes, whatever you were going to ask, the answer is yes. You fucking rocked my world. I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager, and you had me so desperate I couldn’t even last a few minutes. So yes, Hazel, it was fucking okay.”

She nodded, leaning the side of her head against my bicep and wrapping my arms around her while she relaxed into my hold. Her hips squirmed against me, and I pulled her in tighter, nipping at her throat as I pressed my hips into her from below. It’d take me a few minutes to recover, so I wasn’t hard, but it felt good to have her in my lap like this. Like she belonged there.

“Come here,” I whispered, grasping her waist and urging her to turn around. Once she was settled facing me, I gripped her waist, pulling her in snug, and rubbing my hands along her back. Sheshuddered as I teased my fingertips at her waist, dipping underneath the hem of her tank top and teasing the bare skin above the waistband of her leggings.

Her eyes drifted closed as I touched her, my fingers trailing higher up her bare back, groaning when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. My fingertips lingered where the band would be, and she tucked her face into my neck, her soft breaths turning into whimpers that had me desperate to strip her down and explore every inch of her soft skin with my tongue.

“Making you come made me wet,” she exhaled, her hips pressing down against me. “I didn’t know it’d make me feel like this.”

“Like what?” I asked, my fingers creeping along her side, my thumb tracing the soft skin along the side of her breast. She shuddered and leaned in further, running her nose along my throat as her thighs squeezed the outside of mine. Taking her silence as a cue she didn’t want to talk about it, I was surprised, and really fucking turned on when she whispered one word into my skin.

“Desperate.”

After her confession, it was like a dam broke, my hands frantically pulling out of her shirt and grabbing her ass, pushing my hips up into her as she clawed at my chest, rocking against me.

My teeth dug into the skin on her shoulder, nipping at her as she worked herself into a frenzy, rocking against my hardening cock like her sanity depended on it. I was trying desperately to let her lead, to take what she needed from me without letting things go too far, but when she whimpered in frustration, I knew I needed to take control.

“I need to make you come right now, kitten,” I groaned, holding her hands against my chest and tipping my head so I could see her face. Her eyes were frantic, her chest heaving as she nodded, licking her lips. “If I go too far, tell me to stop.”

“Okay,” she breathed, nodding in confirmation. I guided her up to her knees, pressing a hand between us. The material of her leggings was soft beneath my fingertips, not doing much to disguise how turned on she was when the material effortlesslyslipped against her pussy underneath. But there were too many layers.

“Can I take these off?” My voice was a whisper, but she shook her head, practically vibrating in my lap. “That’s okay, I can still make you feel good with them on, scoot for—”

“Rip them,” she breathed, pressing my hand harder against her and whimpering when I crooked my fingers and grazed my fingertips against her clit.

“You sure?”

Another frantic nod had me settling her against my knees, my fingers grasping the soft material covering her with both hands and pulling until the stitches gave way with a ripping sound. She moaned as I pulled the hole wider, rubbing my thumbs against the wet panel of her light purple panties. For a virgin, Hazel had some seriously sexy underwear.

“Touch me,” she whimpered, leaning back, but I hauled her forward, banding an arm around her back as she straddled my waist. The fingers on my other hand delved into the ruined material of her leggings, teasing the damp panel of fabric, my cock springing to life beneath her legs when she rocked into my movements, chasing her own pleasure in a way that made my blood soar.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy,” I groaned, my fingers slipping against the slick material barely concealing her wet pussy, desperate to be inside of her. But I didn’t want to do something she’d regret later. Until she explicitly told me to fuck her with my fingers, I wouldn’t go there. No matter how desperate I was to feel her clenching around them—and my cock that had turned to steel inside my shorts.

“Oh, god, Reid, yes,” she gasped, arching backward, and I tucked my face into her chest, nipping at the exposed skin on her neck, dragging my lips down the column of her throat, and using my teeth to tug on her nipples through the thin material of her tank top while my thumb continued to rub her covered clit.

Hazel was frantic as she chased her release, instinctively grinding against my fingers with the same rhythm I was desperate forher to ride my cock. Having her like this felt natural, like she was meant to be in my arms, chasing her pleasure at my hands. And the thought of not being with her like this was a cold shock to my system as her body grew taut, and then snapped, her moans filling the air as she melted into my chest, trembling with her release.

“Just breathe,” I whispered into her hair, combing my fingers down the length, my nose buried into her soft locks, inhaling the sweet honeysuckle scent of it while she came back down to earth. “Breathe. I’ve got you.”

But I wasn’t sure for how long. This could be the last time she let me touch her. She could raise her head and shatter my heart by telling me this was a mistake. By using this as a reason to push me away.

And then she’d torture me by seeking comfort in Seven. Her mysterious boyfriend who didn’t even feel like me. I typed the words on the screen to her every night, but it was like she’d unlocked this part of me I’d forgotten for so long. The person who wanted to love someone and be loved. Who couldn’t wait to hear from the woman he was obsessed with.

Seven was someone who could break if she rejected him. But I found that so was I. If Hazel decided she didn’t want me, or that my betrayal had gone too far, then I’d lose her forever, and the mere idea of that happening had me hugging her tighter to my chest, not wanting to let her out of my sight until I could convince her I was the man she needed. Both sides of me.

I wasn’t sure how long we sat there; her curled into my chest, delicate fingers idly playing with the barbell through my nipple and me memorizing the texture of her hair with my fingertips. But eventually her breaths evened out, her body becoming heavy as she fell asleep in my arms. She worked so hard, and clearly the tension of the last week was getting to her.

And that was my cue to let her get some rest.

Gathering her into my arms, I stood carefully, cradling her body against my chest. She stirred as I carried her down the hallway, mumbling into my neck, but she was asleep again as I pulled backher covers and laid her on the bed. She curled on her side as I tried to smooth out her chaotic pink sheets, sighing as I tucked her blankets around her shoulders.

Laying a whisper of a kiss against her temple, I returned to the living room.

Erasing the evidence of our evening, I packed up the extra pizza and put it in her refrigerator. Resisting the urge to look at the pictures was torture, my camera roughly shoved into the bag before I collapsed the tripod. Her apartment was quiet as I gathered the empty pizza box and my equipment, using the spare keys to lock her door as I left.

It felt wrong to leave her like this, sneaking off in the middle of the night without a word, but I wasn’t sure what the next step with her was. How to move forward from here. Just like the events of the evening, everything was up to her. I was leaving the ball in her court, my heart in her hands, whatever cliché you could think of—the power was all in her tiny, talented fingertips.

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