Page 25 of Joshua
Chapter Ten
Joshua
Pliable. Greedy. Sexy as fuck.
All accurate descriptions of Hazel. My dick strains, and my balls can’t take much more, but the throaty sounds escaping her drive me further. I’ve drawn numerous orgasms from her delectable body, withholding my own in the process.
I slide off the bed and remove the condom from my pocket before dropping my pants and boxer briefs. She watches through heavy-lidden eyes, and I can’t stop my smirk. I’ve done that, and I can’t get enough of her.
My gaze moves down to her wet, puffy slit and I lick my lips, tasting her on them. I rip the foil and free the condom before wrapping my erection. The simple action sends a zing of awareness down my spine.
I don’t think I’ll last long, but from the look on her face, I doubt it will be a problem. After crawling back on top of her, I settle between her spread legs. Her heat is inviting, and I bite the inside of my cheek to help stave off my need.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I whisper against her parted lips before losing myself in a kiss.
This woman came out of nowhere. Her open honesty and vulnerability calls to me, and her touch soothes me. She gives back as much as she takes. I need her wrapped around me, to experience the wholeness of her being.
My dick finds its target, and I thrust my hips. Her body accepts mine easily, like a homecoming of sorts, stealing my breath. I’ve been marked under the surface, forever altered by Hazel.
I tremble from the exertion of holding back, but when her roaming hands grip my ass, urging me to go faster, I snap. Thrusting into her, she clamps around me. Whimpers, moans, and pants fill the room.
Hazel tips her hips toward mine, and it’s the beginning to the end. Little explosions of electricity hit the tip of my dick, and we cry out in ecstasy. I thrust two more times, finding relief with each spurt of my release. I grind against her, milking the sounds of her latest orgasm until I can take no more.
Rolling onto my back, I keep us joined. Hazel tucks her head in the crook of my neck, and I smile. Our bodies are slick with sweat, but she feels so good. Overwhelmed by our lovemaking, I realize I don’t have the energy to deny I’m on the quick path to being stupidly in love with this woman. Instead of freaking out, I gather her hair in my fist and kiss the top of her head.
She looks up, and her sleepy eyes meet mine. “Wow,” she says hoarsely and clears her throat. “Where’ve you been all my life?”
I chuckle. “I could say the same thing, baby.”
Hazel burrows deeper into me and holds me tight. After a few minutes, her grip slips and her breathing evens, and soon I follow her into sleep. I’m not sure how much time passes when she jerks.
“You okay?” I ask, groggy and relaxed as fuck.
“Sorry, I woke to you slipping out.”
I enjoy the sound of her raspy voice. “Give me a second,” I mutter and help her to my side. She points to the bathroom I didn’t notice earlier, and I head that way to clean up. I do it quickly, wanting to get back to her. I’ll have to return to work in a few hours, and every moment counts, especially when it comes to my time with her.
Hazel curls into me when I lie next to her, and my heart fills. I rub her back and breathe her in. Whatever she uses to wash her hair is fragrant but not overpowering, making a statement without taking over the show—kind of how I view Hazel.
Hell, even with sex she made her mark. The woman didn’t have to do more than react to my touch, and I was ready to hump her leg. Images of her lying spread eagle and the memory of her sultry moans sends blood straight to my dick.
She kisses my chest and looks up. “Already?”
I shrug. “What can I say? I’m greedy for more of you.”
Cupping her cheek, I swallow her giggle. As our tongues dance, I remember a fun fact. “So, where are those toys you use to bring you so much pleasure?”
Her eyes widen with surprise. “My vibrator?”
Lowering my hand, I cup her breast and graze the tip. “Yeah, your vibrator. You know, the toy you were using the first night we met?”
“Everything I have is in the top drawer,” she says, pointing at the nightstand closest to me.
I roll away untangling us and open the drawer. I’m glad my back is facing her, so she doesn’t see my surprise. I’ve never dated a woman who’s openly shared about her toys. Sure, one or two hadatoy. Hazel has a collection.
Dildos, handcuffs, bullets, anal plugs, two different shaped and sized vibrators, and a couple small contraptions I’m not a hundred percent sure about.
Suddenly, the possibilities hit me one by one. Sex with Hazel will be quite the adventure, one I’m eager to start. This gorgeous woman will keep me on my toes, which is exactly the sort of person my mother and sister would approve of.
