Chapter 11: Sunday

I woke up to the soft, warm sensation of Hazel’s breath against my skin. Her body was curled up next to mine, her hair splayed out on the pillow like a fiery halo. The events of the previous night came rushing back, and I felt a stirring of excitement low in my belly.

Hazel stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. A sleepy smile spread across her face, and she stretched languidly, her body arching against me. “Good morning,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.

I pulled her close, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. “Morning,” I replied, my voice catching in my throat as her hand drifted down my chest.

Her fingers traced a path to the evidence of my arousal, and her eyes widened with delight. “Someone’s happy to see me,” she teased, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

Hazel began to explore my body with her mouth, her kisses trailing down my chest and stomach. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of her lips on my skin.

When she reached the apex of my thighs, I held my breath, anticipation coiling tightly within me. Hazel looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and innocence, and then she took me into her mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of heat and pleasure that took my breath away. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her gently as she found her rhythm. I could feel the tension building within me, a crescendo of sensation that promised release.

And then, just as I was about to reach the peak, Hazel pulled back, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Not yet,” she whispered. “It’s my turn first.”

I nodded, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Hazel straddled my face, her body trembling with anticipation. I could smell her arousal, a heady scent that made my mouth water.

I reached up to grip her hips, holding her steady as I pressed my mouth against her. She tasted sweet and salty, a flavor that was uniquely hers. Hazel moaned, her hands gripping the headboard as I explored her with my tongue, each flick and stroke drawing a gasp or a whimper from her.

I could feel her body tightening, her breath coming faster as I focused on the small bundle of nerves that was the center of her pleasure. And then, with a cry that echoed off the walls, she came undone, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Hazel collapsed onto the bed beside me, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. But she wasn’t done with me yet. With a determined look in her eyes, she returned to her previous position, her mouth engulfing me once again.

This time, I didn’t hold back. I let the sensations carry me away, my hips bucking as I surrendered to the pleasure. And when I finally came, Hazel swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on mine as she took everything I had to give.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Hazel crawled up to lie beside me, a satisfied smile on her face. I pulled her close, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to catch my breath.

We lay there in silence, our bodies still tangled together, the events of the morning replaying in my mind. I had never felt so connected to another person, so completely and utterly exposed. And yet, with Hazel, it felt right. It felt perfect.

I lay there, catching my breath, Hazel’s head resting on my chest. “You know,” I began, tracing lazy circles on her shoulder, “I’ve been thinking about us. This is amazing, but I don’t think I’m ready for anything serious.”

Hazel propped herself up on her elbow, her thoughtful eyes meeting mine. “Funny you should say that,” she said, her lips curving into a gentle smile. “I feel the same way. I love what we have, but I also want to explore other things ... with other people.”

A wave of relief washed over me. “Really? So, you’re cool with keeping things open?”

She nodded, her smile widening. “Absolutely. We’re still in school; it’s too early to lock into a lifelong relationship. It’s actually kind of exciting to think about all the possibilities.”

I couldn’t help but grin back at her, feeling the weight lift from my shoulders. “Glad we’re on the same page.”