Page 79 of After You Returned

“Don’t worry, Blaze. You’ll get my cock. But first I’m going to make you come with my mouth or my fingers.”

“I don’t recall being given a choice before.”

Probably because I’m usually in a hurry to bury myself deep inside her before she runs away from me again. But I’m not worried about her running away. If she runs, I’ll chase her. Hazel Harris is the only woman I’ll ever love. And I’m not letting her go.

“You won’t be given a choice again if you can’t make up your mind.”

“Mouth,” she blurts out.

“Spread your legs.” She doesn’t hesitate to follow orders. Probably because she knows how good I can make her feel.

I lay down and fit my shoulders between her thighs. I use my fingers to open her to me. She gasps and arches off the bed.

I place an arm over her stomach. “Be still.”

“You make it…” She trails off with a groan when I latch onto her clit and suck.

As much as I want to slow things down and show Hazel how much I love her, the second her taste hits my mouth, I’m lost. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted her. I want to gorge myself on her taste.

While my tongue plays with her clit, I sink one finger into her pussy.

“Holy mermaids,” she mutters as her walls flutter around my finger.

“Not a mermaid. Miles.”

“Miles,” she moans as I plunge two fingers into her.

I pump my fingers in and out of her while I nibble and tease her clit until she’s chanting my name. “Miles. Miles. Miles.”

Her walls tighten around my fingers. She’s close. Thank fuck. My cock is begging to be let free. To sink into Hazel. I can feel pre-cum weeping from the tip.

“Say my name when you come.”

“I’m not… I mean, I am…” She trails off when I suck her clit into my mouth.

“Miles!” she shouts as her climax hits her.

I continue to glide my fingers inside her until she collapses on the bed. I remove my fingers and gaze into her eyes as I lick them. “Mmm… delicious.”

Her eyes flare and she reaches for me. I realize she’s still wearing her t-shirt. This won’t do. I grasp the hem and tug upwards until she raises her arms for me. I throw her t-shirt over my shoulder before ridding her of her bra.

Once she’s deliciously naked, I rake my gaze over her. Her breasts are perky with pretty pink nipples. Her waist is narrowwhile her hips flare. She has all the curves in all the right places and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to touch her.

“I love these freckles,” I murmur as I trace the little brown dots that trail from her neck to her creamy white breasts.

“Lucky you. They multiply in the summer.”

“I can’t wait for summer. You in a bikini at the beach. You in a wet bikini. Your bikini on the floor of my bedroom.”

She giggles. “You’re obsessed with my bikini.”

“Wrong. I’m obsessed with you. Everything about you. From the smattering of freckles on your chest to how freaking strong you are when you help patients, to how smart you are. You, Hazel Harris, are the love of my life. I love you.”

She sighs. “Someone is being Mr. Romantic today.” She motions to my jeans. “Now remove your clothes and show me how you can be Mr. Pound Me Into The Mattress.”

“You want me to pound you into the mattress?”

“And give me another orgasm.”