Page 95 of The Prospect

Only Hazel would apologize for something as ridiculous as this. It’s part of the reason why I love her that much more.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t anticipate that we’d end up sleeping together tonight?” I can’t help but tease. “That’s so unlike you to be so ill-prepared, Hazel.”

Playfully, she rolls her eyes and swats my shoulders. “This isn’t the time for jokes, Green. Just tell me, do you have something or not? Because I’m not on the pill, and if we’ve gone this far for nothing, I’m going to seriously?—”

I pull a condom out of my wallet and flash it in her direction. Almost immediately, she quiets down and replaces her rant with a smirk.

“Answer your question?” I throw back at her, peeling the wrapper back between my teeth as I discard my boxers to the side and roll it down my length.

“Is it…going to hurt?” Hazel’s voice is as tender as her touch as she brushes along my face, seeking assurance in my eyes as I line myself in between her thighs.

I plant a kiss on top of her forehead. “It might a little, Haze,” I can’t help but admit, my biggest fears coming to light. “But I promise you that I’ll go slow,” I tell her without an ounce of reluctance. “I promise you, baby. Just…breathe, okay?”

I can feel her tremble beneath me. By now, I can’t tell if it's the brisk air or the anxiety that’s managed to find its way flooding back in. Either way, as I slowly pulse forward, I kiss her lips, reassuring her, soothing her, and trying my absolute hardest not to let this moment pass too soon.

Just my tip is enough to make Hazel fidget beneath me and force her eyes to slam shut, using the sleeve of my jacket as a refuge to hide into.

“Open your eyes, Haze,” I encourage her. “Open them for me,bug. I want to see your face. Your beautiful face.”

She slowly comes around.

“That’s it.” I make note of the fact that as I speak, the tension in her body disappears. Therefore, I don’t stop. I keep talking and with each word that escapes my lips, I slowly ease myself deeper.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” My words of encouragement allow a moan to softly propel out of Hazel’s lips, compelling me to sink in that much more. “Look at you, Hazel.”

My eyes may be locked on her face, but my hands show not an ounce of reluctance when it comes to exploring her frame.

“You’re my girl,” I’m so close to reaching my all. “You’ve always…” another pulse, “been my…” I'm almost there, “girl.”

And just like that, in the midst of all my distractions, I’m all the way in, guiding Hazel to meet my gaze with wide eyes.

“Are you alright, Haze?” Her silence is like torture to me, kicking my worry into full force. “Do you want me to pull out?”

“No.” Her voice is a mumble, but it’s direct enough for me to listen. “It’s just…stiff.” She attempts to readjust herself. “Keep going,” she instructs. “Keep moving. Please.”

I rock my hips ever so slightly. “Better?”

“Better.” Her voice is stronger—slowly going back to normal as I heighten my pace, watching as the look of unease on her face eventually transforms into one of pleasure.

It’s so easy to fall into a rhythm with her. What’s difficult is trying to stop myself from falling out of one.

It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone that I don’t want to stop, but at the same time, I want this moment to last.Better yet, I want to last, though Hazel is proving the task almost impossible.

“Just like that,” she guides me with a moan. “It feels…ugh…so…Green.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head in pleasure and I just about nearly come undone.

“Don’t do that,” I tell her. “Don’t you dare do that.”

“Do what?” She does it again without even realizing it.

Fuck. It only urges me to keep going. “Rolling your eyes back like that. Christ, baby…” I’m practically out of breath. “We’re only just getting started. Does it feel good?”

“Yes.” She can hardly spit the word out. “It feels good. It feels so good.”

“Fuck.”

Growing up, I never quite understood the fascination with sex. Sure, I craved it, desired it, but something about it never felt quite right. Sex was always just…sex. A part of life. An inward desire.

At the start of this, I thought that there would be nothing new for me to discover with sex. That I’d seen and or done it all. That Hazel would be the only one experiencing a first tonight, but I was wrong. This right here? Well, it’s a first for me too.

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