21. HAZEL

21

HAZEL

We made it home in record time. When Wes pulled the truck into the driveway and parked it with a little too much force, I knew I had him. We quickly walked inside, giggling the whole way and when he shut the door and pushed me against it, I almost came right there.

"I'm ready to blow, Hazel. One touch and I'm going to go off, so I'll apologize now and then make it up to you."

I drop to my knees in front of him. "Let's not waste that touch then."

I undo his belt and he kicks off his sneakers. The scene is comical as he struggles to shrug his jeans and boxers down to his thighs in record time. I grip his cock and take him to the back of my throat; grateful my queasy days are behind me.

He slaps his hand against the door behind me and thrust his hips forward, a long sigh escaping his lips. I look up to see his head thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes shut.

I palm his balls and he looks down at me, our eyes connecting and he smiles. "You feel so fucking good." I slide him in and out while rolling his balls and he traces my jaw with his finger. "I've missed this, Hazel. You suck my cock so well, baby."

His filthy words turn me on. My nipples tingle and I feel how wet I am, the urge to get him off and make him feel good so exceedingly strong, but also fueling my need for him. I replace my mouth with my hand and stroke him quickly. "I need it too. I feel like I'm going to come right here."

I take him deep again, sucking the tip when I pull him out. His low moan tells me he's about to finish. "Do it again, baby, then keep me in your mouth."

I give a quick suck then relax my jaw, opening wide for him to work his hips, and barely three pumps later, he's shouting out his release and emptying himself down my throat.

He steps back, pulling his dick from my mouth then he kicks off his pants and boxers, tearing his shirt from his body. His cock is still semi hard as he helps me to a standing position, undresses me with practiced hands, leaving me in my bra and panties as he ushers me to the bedroom. "I need to be inside you, Hazel. Now."

"I see that." I sit on the bed and watch him come close. "That did nothing to take the edge off, did it?"

His hands palm my breasts, massaging and kneading. "Not really. Your mouth is no substitute for your pussy."

I stand to pull my panties down, stepping out of them as I sit back on the bed and he drops down in front of me, pushing me back and spreading my legs. He sucks my clit, his fingers pushed deep inside me, and it only takes a few moments of friction before I'm coming all over his face.

My body shakes under his touch and his low rumble of a laugh has me smiling as he says,"You weren't kidding about thinking you'll come on the spot."

He licks me again then stands staring down at me hungrily as I lay limply on the mattress, catching my breath. "That was fucking amazing, but I need more, baby. Are you okay?"

"Yes," I reply, breathlessly. "So much more."

He chuckles, urging me to turn over onto my hands and knees then he steps up behind me and teases my pussy with his cock before sliding in. We both groan and he begins a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out, my body rocking forward with every sharp push inside me.

"Hazel. You take me so well. For all these years it's been you. Only you." His hips pick up speed and he drapes his front over my back, one hand hooking around my front to the swell of my stomach while his other hand reaches further, sliding down to play with my clit.

"Yes! Oh god, keep doing that," I choke out.

"Did you hear me, baby? I said it's always been you. I never want to lose you."

I hear him, but we're also in an emotional high right now and I wonder if it's his heart or his dick talking right now. "I'm here, Wes. I've always been here."

His thrusts get faster and his tone more desperate. "I know, I see it now," he grits out. "I wish I saw it sooner. I should have seen it sooner."

"Wes," I cry out, and reach down feeling where we're joined. I stretch my arm so I can palm his balls and he moans loudly as he buries himself deep, the force of his release inside me pushing me over the edge. Our bodies quake against one another, slick with sweat, and we remain like that, pressed tightly against each other as the pleasure recedes.

After a few moments he pulls out and guides me down until I'm lying on my side, falling to the bed beside me, facing me.

Our breathing slows and he leans close and kisses my shoulder lightly. "I mean it, Hazel. Everything. I'm so sorry for not always giving you what you needed when you needed it."

I run my hand up and down his arm, soothing him. I can sense his nerves are on edge and he's making me nervous with this sudden urge for me to understand everything he did.

I frown, needing to understand where this sudden change of heart is coming from, but also not wanting to insult him. But still, I ask, "Wes, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, your behavior lately is completely out of character. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to see it. I'm just wondering how much longer it's going to last."

"I don't have the best track record, do I?" He traces the strap of my bra, the only material left between us, his eyes focused on his finger, and not my face. "I'm thirty-six years old and I have my first girlfriend." His lips turn into a smirk, though he still won't look at me. "Technically, I've had her for eight years but I've only just realized how much I needed her."

"I needed you, too," I whisper.

"I know you did. And I can't apologize enough for how long it's taken me to get here." He finally brings his eyes to mine, and his expression is fervent as he says, "I want to stay here, Hazel. I know you're waiting for the roof to cave in, but I'm not going anywhere. You're it for me."

I let out the breath I've been holding, and the weight of the last eight years seems to lift from my shoulders. "I can't tell you how happy that makes me. But I have to apologize, too. Your work ethic and the way you put others first was what drew me to you. I wanted to be first, too, but the way I expressed that was immature of me. I shouldn't have made a rash decision. Accepting that rotation in Boston when I was mad was the worst thing I could have done."

He shakes his head. "I don't think so. I think it happened just the way it should have. You needed to go away and see what else was out there."

"Well, out there isn't all it's cracked up to be."

We laugh together, the warmth in the room seeping into my bones. Then I say softly, "I'm glad you were still here when I came back."

He gathers me into his chest, rubbing his hands up and down my back soothingly, "I've always been here."

We're quiet for a long time, listening to the mingled sounds of our breaths and after a while he shifts, trying to pull my front more tightly against his. I laugh again. "We're not going to be able to lay like this much longer."

"Why?"

"She's getting in the way."

He looks down, seeing my protruding stomach pressed against his abdomen. He laughs, his eyes twinkling when they meet mine.

"Guess you'll just have to be on top."