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I smile and continue to tease her clit, sucking and blowing on it, licking her until she’s a mess. My fingers start pumping faster, matching the movements of her hips. Her heels dig into my shoulder blades, fingers tightening in my hair to the point of pain.

But fuck, I don’t care. I want her to come apart on my tongue.

Her breathing turns quiet and ragged and I feel her orgasm hit, her walls pulsing around my fingers, her abdomen clenching. She pushes my head away from her clit when she’s had enough.

I hold her thighs, looking up at her in awe. My mouth is coated in her slickness, but Hazel pulls me up anyway, wiping my lips with her thumbs. She pulls me in for a kiss, tasting herself and moaning.

Her hips grind against my cock, her hands roaming over my naked back, down to my ass. She squeezes and pulls me closer to her, biting my lip.

I groan and press my forehead to hers. “Do you want to go upstairs?”

“No, I want you here. Now,” she says, kissing my shoulder. “I’m clear of STDs and I have a birth control implant.”

“I’m clear too. Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask, needing reassurance.

“More than anything,” she says, undoing my belt buckle.

I blow out a breath and help her, taking off my pants and stepping out of them. When I step between her legs again, she wraps her hands around my cock and I hiss, bringing my head to her shoulder and placing a kiss on her warm skin.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, letting the pet name slip.

Hazel smiles and runs her thumb over my slit, using her other hand to grip the base of my cock. Then she reaches down to her pussy, coats her fingers with her own slickness, and uses it to pump me.

My eyes roll back at the sight, and I try not to burst on the spot. Fuck. My shoulders shake with restraint, but I watch her every move. When she brings my cock closer to her heat, I lose it.

In a swift move, I bring our chests flush together, pressing my lips against hers and rubbing my cock against her clit. She moans in my mouth and I go deeper, licking the inside of her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers.

I slowly push inside her sweet pussy, and our frantic kiss turns slower, more passionate. I focus on each of her breaths, the way her chest heaves, her pebbled nipples rubbing against my chest. I hold her to me in the moment and fill her up. We want each other, completely and desperately, and we’re going to savor every moment of it.

My hand comes down to her clit, and I slowly circle it with my thumb as my cock thrusts in and out of her cunt. She groans and lets her head fall back in pleasure.

I stop.

Her head snaps back to me. “Why did you stop?” she whines.

“You weren’t paying attention.”

She laughs and places both hands on the counter, lifting herself up so she can rock on my cock. Her legs hook around my waist and she lets her body take over. So do I.

I watch her bounce, holding her waist with one hand, the other caressing her breast. I pinch one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and she drops her mouth open in pleasure. She looks between us where my cock slams to the hilt and that’s all I need to take over again.

I move her hands around my neck and she holds tight. Then, I lift her off the counter and adjust her in my arms, so she feels supported while I pump inside her, my hands guiding her ass up and down so she’s bouncing on my cock. It doesn’t take long before I feel her walls constricting against my cock and the feeling low in my abdomen tightens.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I say, placing her back on the counter. I cover her body with mine and pick up the pace. I frantically kiss her lips, her neck, her chin. One of my hands wraps loosely around her throat, just adding a bit of pressure.

Her half-lidded eyes widen and she groans, her throat bobbing with a swallow. Her pussy squeezes me tight in response, her short nails digging into my shoulders. She kisses me again as I shudder and come inside her. I let go of her throat to grip her hips tight enough that I’m worried I might leave bruises behind.

We stay like that, kissing and catching our breath for a long moment before I ask, “How about a shower together? Think we’d be good at that?”

She laughs and kisses my cheek. “We’d be great at that.”

I lift her off the counter again but don’t pull out. Instead, I walk us up the stairs and into my bathroom. I’m still inside her, enjoying her warmth, as I turn the hot water in the shower.

Hazel’s arms are draped around me, her face buried in my neck, leaving soft kisses behind. Then, she gasps. “You’re holding out on me, Carmichael. There’s a Jacuzzi in here? Can we get in it instead?”

I look between her and the Jacuzzi and back to the shower that’s now steaming. “How about we leave the Jacuzzi for tomorrow?”

Her smile dims just a little and she squirms in my arms. “Are you sure you’ll still want me tomorrow?” She asks quietly.