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I didn’t think so.

What did that mean?

Did it mean anything?

Hazel turned her back to me as she had the previous night.

I wrapped my arms around her, once again rock hard and probing at her soft thighs.

My nostrils were full of her scent. She was intoxicating, overpowering.

I needed to taste her. Just a little.

Maybe if I did it without her knowing?

I lowered my face to her back as if I was only getting comfortable. I pressed my lips to the soft skin of her shoulders. I gently caressed her and watched how she reacted.

She didn’t. Perhaps she was already asleep.

So, I tasted her again.

She tasted sweet—of desire and longing. I was probably only tasting myself.

I gently caressed her with my tongue.

A single prod.

The taste of her turned my brain to goo.

Goosebumps popped up over her back. The epicenter was right where my tongue had touched her.

I cuddled up closer to her.

She surprised me when she ran her fingers through mine.

She wasn’t asleep.

She was still awake.

Hazel took my hand and placed it on her stomach. Then, with my mouth turning dry, she raised my hand up her body to her breast.

Just as she had probably done last night, except I’d been fast asleep.

I felt the hardness of her nipple and squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger.

Her breath hitched in her throat and she let out a little moan. She ran her leg over mine.

She turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder.

The look of longing, of passion, and intense heat, was painted plainly on her face.

She turned to face me, her breasts hanging just inches from my lips.

She perched her head on her hand. She kept her eyes focused on mine and didn’t remove them as she lifted her leg, opening herself to me.

I could see the sprigs of hair around her slit were already damp.

My cock rested just inches below on her thigh.

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