“So, what? You’re like a biker dom now?”
“No, but there are certain things I like in the bedroom. Would show you but you’re what was it you used to call me when I didn’t give you your way? A meanie head.” I chuckle.
Hazel grabs the chain hanging around my neck and gives it a tug. I give her the play and lean in. “I said I was sorry.” She drops the chain to caress my jaw.
“That’s good. You should be. Spitting in my face was a cunt move. If I were any other man and you were any other woman, shit would cost you.”
Her tongue darts out to lick her lip. That one simple action nearly does me in. Hazel next to me in nothing but her t-shirt and panties is too damn tempting.
“Let me make it up to you.” Her sugary breath fans over my lips.
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
“You tell me, Holy.” Hazel’s lips meet mine full of fire. A fire that’s been burning for years.
I return the kiss knowing that it’s probably another one of her tricks but too caught up in the moment to give a damn. I palm a tit over her tee, stroking her hardening nipple. Hazel can fake a lot of things but not her body’s reaction to me. To my touch. I should have a care with her considering the hell today has been, but I can’t deny how madly I want her. How deeply I’ve craved her for years. The promise of what might have been had life and circumstances not separated us.
I will have her.
She’s always been mine. Mind, body, and soul. My Honey Bee comes alive under my touch hot like a live wire. Moaning and panting, wanting more, curving into my touch. Running my fingers along her smooth legs, I tease where Hazel wants me the most, coming closer and closer to her cunt with every stroke, but never delivering.
Those sweet lips I remember all too well suck on my neck, teeth grating along my skin. Her free hand glides along my chest descending to my belt. I grasp her wrist. “Slow down.”
“I need to touch you, Beni,” my name leaves her mouth like a plea.
“This is about you, not me.” I bring her fingers to my lips, kissing and nipping every soft tip. Building the anticipation slowly I continue tracing different shapes along her body, mapping the contours of her curves. “Tell me what you want.” I tweak one of her nipples under her tee. Rolling the taut skin between my thumb and finger and repeating the motion with the other.
Her lips part but no words leave them. Only a barely audible whimper. I shove two fingers between them, curving them to her mouth like I would if they were inside her.
Suctioning her lips around my digits as I move them slowly in and out, against the seam, Hazel sucks them like she would my cock. Fuck me if I don’t wish she were.
Reading my thoughts she says, “free my other hand so I can take you in my mouth.”
“Don’t need your freedom for that.”
I trail my wet fingers down her throat to the black leather choker. “Do you know what seeing this on your neck does to me? What it means for me to have it there? Meant what I said. You belong to me, Hazel. I know I let you down before, but this time will be different. Nothing or no one will come between us again. I’d kill anyone who dares to attempt to take you from me again. Including you. I’d see you dead before I see you with anyone else. That’s how much you mean to me. That’s what being with you drives me to. So, any ideas you got about seducing me to get the keys to them cuffs, wipe it from your thoughts.”
“I wasn’t. That’s not what this is.”
“Think I don’t know you?”
I grab her between the legs. Her fucking panties are soaked. “Your pussy, along with the rest of you, all mine. Mine to tease. Mine to please.” I jerk the wet lace to the side and plunge two fingers inside her as she gasps.
“That what you need to set you straight?” I quicken my movements. Finger fucking her harder and faster as her walls clench tightly. Her thighs squeeze together as she bucks her hips.
I stop and she gives me a murderous glare. “Need to know something. Need you to be honest with me.”
“What’s that?” She wiggles seeking friction.
“How many men?”
“Excuse me?”
“Fucking heard me. Before I get in there with my mouth or my cock how many been there since me?”
“And you’re waiting till now to ask me this? How many women you stuck your dick in? How many pussies have you ate? You want to go there then let’s go there. You think because I take my clothes off for money, I’m a whore? That it? I’ve never fucked for money. And the fact that you thought so...tells me how you feel about me. Your fucking collar don’t mean shit to me or anyone else. But so you can sleep easy, I’ve been with three men who weren’t you. All of them wore condoms every time. The only one who never did was you.”
“Babe, I wasn’t trying to insult you. Fuck.”