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She lifted her head and held my gaze for the longest time before she spoke. “Maybe your body can’t, but your soul can, Irving.”
As though that were enough explanation, she dropped her lips to my skin again and continued her voyage.
Your soul can.
The emotions welling in my chest told me she was correct. Each kiss was a tug—another stitch that healed a tiny part of me. The part of me that believed it would have been better if I’d died that day in the car. Hazel’s kisses told me that I survived for a reason and that reason was her.
Her thumbs stroked a pattern up across my hardness to the tip where she slipped her hand around me and slid it back down. I moaned, wishing I could thrust my hips against her hand and have some control over the tension building in my midsection. I couldn’t, so I focused on her motions.
After a moment, I wrapped my hand around hers. “Let me show you the best way to keep me hard,” I moaned, helping her with my hand until she had it down and I could let go.
She kissed my lips again, her hand still holding me as she rubbed the tip against her center encased in her tiny sleep shorts. “Thank you for showing me how to offer you pleasure, Irving,” she hissed against my lips. “Hopefully, I get the next part right.”
“Next par—”
She disappeared from in front of my face and reappeared at my waist with her lips around my tip and her hand around my base. The two sensations were enough to freeze the breath in my chest for a moment.
When it rushed back in, I cried her name. “Hazel!” I squeezed her butt cheeks as they wiggled at me and then hooked my fingers in her waistband and pulled them down. If she wanted to play this game, she would be as open, naked, and vulnerable as I was. Her breath hitched in her chest but she never stopped what she was doing, even when I slid a finger against her and found her dripping wet. “Hazel, my God,” I whispered, stroking her as I felt an orgasm building slowly within me. Her pleasure was just as important as my own, and no matter what, she’d have the orgasm of a lifetime tonight.
Slowly, but with great precision, she ended her exploration of me. “Do we need protection?”
“Side drawer,” I managed to say, my gaze glued to her gorgeous body as it shimmied in the moonlight.
Hazel held up a box of condoms. It was the economy pack. “You have plans?” she asked, one brow cocked in a sexy swagger.
“It turns out, when ordering condoms on Amazon, you should check the box counts before hitting buy now.”
“Amazon?”
“You didn’t think I would buy them at the pharmacy, did you? They’d probably think I would use them for water balloons or something.”
“We still might,” she said, shaking the box. “Do they change how you experience sex?”
“They make orgasm more difficult,” I agreed. “Not impossible, but they block some of the sensations. That said, kids also make orgasms more difficult.”
Hazel bit her lip to keep from laughing but it snuck out around her lips anyway as she tossed the box back in the drawer. “We don’t need to worry about kids or condoms. I’m doing the heavy lifting there. Now, what’s this?”
Before I blinked, she had a black leather thong hooked on one finger. “That’s my cock ring,” I answered truthfully. “I have to use it during self-pleasure to stay hard long enough to come.”
“Mmmm,” she hummed, letting it swing from her finger. “Now that I’d like to see.”
“Seriously?” I asked, grasping it and tossing it back into the drawer.
“Why does that surprise you so much?” she asked, pressing her breasts against my chest as she leaned in for a kiss. “You’re an incredibly virile and sexy man, Irving Wallace. I want to learn what makes you feel good and how you like to come.”
“You make me feel good, Hazel,” I whispered before taking her lips again. “As for how I want to come, that would be inside you.” She was straddling me and rubbed her wet heat against my hardness while her tongue tangled with mine. We filled each other’s mouths with needy moans until she pushed herself up against my chest to pose my tip at her opening. On a long moan, she slid down the length of me until my tip was buried inside her very core, throbbing for only her. “Hazel!” I moaned in surprise and adoration. “How is this even happening?”
“Trust,” she whispered, doing the work for me as she raised and lowered her hips to stroke me with her heat. “Communication,” she sighed, her thighs tightening on me as her orgasm built.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, sliding my hand alongside her cheek and pressing my thumb against her lips. She kissed it just as I slipped my other hand down to tease her swollen bud. She jerked when my hand made contact and then clamped down on my hardness, her body quivering. I continued to flick her bud, holding her gaze as she started to come apart. She threw her head back and her breasts bounced as her breath quickened, drawing my gaze. I wanted them in my mouth, but I settled for flicking one thumb across her nipple lazily as my body warned me of an impending orgasm.
“I can see the sky,” I cried. My orgasms were different than most people’s. For me, there are steps that lead to the sky. As the orgasm builds the steps disappear until I’m at the top, where I rest on a cloud and float there at climax.
“Me too,” she cried, her hands now grasping my shoulders as she rode me hard, squeezing every last bit of sensation she could before she fell over the edge.
The tightening at my base told me the time was now, so I grasped her waist and helped her vary the degree of penetration while I climbed those stairs to wait for the cloud. “I’m going to come, Hazel,” I cried, not even halfway up the stairs. “I can’t stop. I can’t stop,” I chanted, before my grunt of pleasure was covered by her cry of ecstasy when she came with me, her face buried in my neck as she cried my name. Her body spasmed around me, drawing more pleasure for me each time she did. I held her waist tight against my groin while I shuddered and sighed, letting the last of her moans fill my head. I wanted to memorize it all in case it never happened again and all I had were memories of her for the rest of my life. As her muscles relaxed and she sagged against my chest, I realized I’d be okay if all I had were memories. Hazel had given me the greatest gift here tonight.
“Thank you,” I sighed, nuzzling her neck with my nose.
