Page 19 of Tempt

Oh, fucking hell. “Yes,” I say, then suck in a big, gulping breath. “Yes, God, yes. Hazel, that was fucking perfect. You beautiful woman. Come here.”

I brace myself against the window and pull her hair gently now, encouraging her to rise. Up she gets, and I kiss her perfect, filthy mouth. Her glorious little tongue which still tastes of me, and her sweet, swollen lips which did some seriously hard work just now.

I do my pants up again, then pick her up in my arms and carry her to the couch.

“That was hot,” I say once she’s settled on my lap. I stroke the curve of her breast through her shirt. “Were those some of the sounds you imagined?”

She grins and wiggles in my lap. “Yes.”

“As good as your fantasy?”

She groans. “You are so cocky. And yes, even better.”

I throw a fist in the air, and she pushes at me, which makes me push back. Then tickle.

She squeals, and I slide my fingers higher under her shirt, cupping her breasts. “I want to see more of your skin.”

She peels off her shirt, then her bra. I pull her closer, bringing my mouth to her nipples. First one, then the other. A scrape of my teeth, a hard swallow of her flesh, all the while pinching the other taut, brown tip.

Back and forth, until I’m drooling from the taste of her and she’s grinding against me.

I flip her to the side, crawling on top of her. She wraps her legs around me, and I pin her down.

“You were such a good girl,” I murmur between kisses. She whimpers in response. “And now it’s your turn. I’m going to suck on your sweet little pussy now, Hazel. Can you hold very still for me?”

She squeaks as I move down her body. I catch her leggings at the waistband and pull them down, her panties coming with them. I strip her down to nothing in an instant, and I’m rewarded with a blush even prettier than the one on the train.

Hazel, nude and stretched out on my sofa, is a work of art more precious than anything on my walls.

I trace the shape of her with my fingertips.

“You’re blushing,” I tell her as my fingers wander up her neck and rub rudely against her lips.

She licks at my hand. “Am I?”

“Yes. And it makes me hard. You know what else makes me hard?”

She shakes her head, smiling. “Tell me.”

“When I squeeze your skin, it turns the same pretty shade of pink. And now every time I think of you blushing, I’m going to remember…” I rake my hand down her torso and she gasps. “That sound. My God, it’s perfect.”

“Were you this dirty ten years ago?” Her eyes are wide, and she bites her lip.

“I don’t think I was this dirty ten hours ago, Hazel. We have some smoking chemistry between us, though, so who knows what would have happened?” I lean over her and suck one of her nipples into my mouth with a wet, hungry slurp.

Fuck yes.

No more waiting.

I need to know what the most sensitive part of her tastes like. I drop to the floor and drag her to the edge of the couch, pulling her outside leg over my shoulder.

Kissing my way up her inner thigh, I take a moment as I reach the crease between her leg and her pussy to breathe her in and appreciate the soft, gentle beauty of her body. Her curls are blonde here, lightly dusting the darker skin of her labia before giving way to the delicious pink of slick, wet skin inside her folds. I run my nose along the curls before tracing the same path with my fingers.

She shivers, but holds still, as I told her to. I lift my head long enough to praise her again, then bow back to my task.

The first taste of her is musky and light, the second stronger and sweeter. I lick up to her clit and then circle it, slowly at first, long licks, before closing my mouth around the hard, throbbing nub and sucking.

She comes up off the couch, her hands sliding into my hair, and croons my name. “Sam…”

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