Page 14 of Never Nix Up

“What on earth was that?” she laughs out, but I don’t want her self-conscious, don’t want her to fall out of that headspace she’s been in and so I allow my spare had to drift between her legs.

Her clit isn’t hard to seek out; it’s pink and clearly dying for attention. My fingers move around it in circles that get smaller and smaller, but never quite small enough.

“That’s not fair,” she growls. Yes, Hazel actuallygrowlsat me and I couldn’t be prouder of my girl for making it clear exactly what she wants.

I have no intention of giving that easily though. “Not fair, baby? What’s not fair?”

“You teasing me like this.” She doesn’t sit up, but her hands are clenched into fists that tighten every time I come close to her clit.

I lean down and blow, and her hips jerk up, desperately seeking contact.

“Fuck you,” she says, and there’s a gravel in her voice there that I’m coming to associate with desire. “Fuck you, Finn.”

“Now now, baby,” I say. “That’s my job.” And I slide three fingers straight into her pussy without any warning.

She didn’t need the warning. My baby girl is so wet that I add a fourth finger and enter her up to her knuckles.

The sound she makes is a spell, I swear it, because it has me lowering my head so I can lick and suck on her clit whilst I fingerfuck her. She tastes salty and sweet, and I could lose myself in the taste of her for days. I almost drift into some kind of topspace myself, all lightheaded and hazy. All that matters is the world between her thighs.

All that matters inmyworld, is between her thighs right now. She’s gasping and moaning and her fingers are digging into my scalp, urging me closer as she rides my tongue all the way to an orgasm that crashes through her so violently that her cunt is still clenching around my fingers long after she’s done.

When I take off her blindfold, I expect her to want to cuddle, but she’s urging me forward, to sit on her face. She should rest have cuddles, but when I explain that she actually pouts and I can’t deny Hazel anything it appears, because I’m lowering myself onto her mouth and damn if she doesn’t make the ride worthwhile.

She’s eager, enthusiastic, hands gripping my thighs as she licks and nips and teases. I’m caught between affection and lust, until she sucks my clit into her mouth and I just can’t help myself. I grind on her mouth, riding my beautiful girl until I come all over her face.

“Wow,” she says, grinning, when I throw myself onto the bed next to her.

I kiss her, not caring that my pleasure is on her mouth. How can I, when my pleasure is everything she does?

I’m struck then about how great a gift we’re giving the Goddess. If I’m feeling like this, and Hazel is feeling as she so clearly is, the energy coming off us must be off the charts. Trisantona is certainly getting a lot of bang for her buck.

“Hey baby,” I say. “How was that?”

“Wow,” she says again, and kisses me leisurely. It’s only then that she looks down and notices the paint the covers her skin. “Holy crap, Finn. That’s a lot of paint!”

“It’s non-toxic, I promise,” I reassure her. “It’ll wash off.”

“Oh yeah?” Blue eyes twinkle at me, and I love how happy she is right now. “Where’s your shower? Come wash it off me?”

13

Hazel

Ifeel fuckingglorious.

Even as the water from the shower drums against my skin, coming away as rainbows, I can’t help but feel alert and alive.

Showers don’t always do that for me. Sometimes I just stumble in and get it over with as quick as I can because the sensations against my skin can be overwhelming. But not today. Today I luxuriate in it. Because Finn is in the shower with me, all naked anddamnthe woman is hot. She soaps the washcloth and then runs it across my belly and breasts, blending the colours all together.

I’ve never been the art before. I’ve always been the artist, and it’s strangely nice being the canvas for once. To be seen. To be the centre of attention.

To be the centre of Finn’s attention.

Because her attention is nice. It buoys me, giving me a level of confidence that feels almost alien. Almost, because there’s something I recognise in there, something I feel when the brush is in my own hand and I’m putting my heart and soul into a piece.

I wriggle my bum when I get out of the shower and Finn literally falls to her knees behind me. “Wait, are you okay?”

“No!” she wails. “You have slain me, Hazel. You and that butt dimple of yours. I am deceased.”

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