My Favorite Souvenir(84)

Matteo



Being inside of Hazel was better than I’d ever imagined. I loved the way her body reacted any time I spoke. She was so tight, and I felt like I was going to blow my load whenever she so much as moved. But somehow I was able to control myself.

When I finally did lose it, emptying my cum inside of her as I stared down at the smooth skin of her beautiful ass, it happened suddenly and unexpectedly.

“Shit,” I muttered. I was disappointed until I realized she was coming, too.

The moan she let out made the last of my orgasm even more intense.

I held her there for several minutes, not wanting to pull out. Hazel had always felt like mine, but now she’d given her body to me, and that upped the ante. If I thought I’d felt possessive before, it was even worse now.

We were running out of time, and I knew I needed her several more times before I had to give her up again.

Maybe everything would turn out perfectly. She’d show up in New Orleans and declare I was the one. But what if she didn’t? What if she got home and Brady brainwashed her? My gut told me her heart was with me, but if for any reason tonight was all there was, I was going to damn well make it matter.

I shut the faucet off and squeezed the water from her hair. It turned a different fiery color of red when wet.

“Come,” I said as I led her out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wiping her down as my own body dripped beads of water onto the floor.

Once we were both fully dry, she squealed in surprise as I picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom, pausing in the living room to kiss her before I was forced to put her down in order to open up the couch.

I’d never worked faster to turn it into a bed. Bach looked pissed as he sat at the windowsill watching all this go down. He’d have me all to himself soon enough; he needed to suck it up.

Taking her hand, I led Hazel onto the bed. She lay on her back while I hovered over her on all fours. I was already hard as a rock again.

“It’s surreal to finally have you naked under me like this.”

“Is it strange that I want you again already?” She looked almost embarrassed to ask, which was fucking adorable.

“Can you not feel how hard I am again? I need the opposite of a Viagra pill right now—something to calm me the fuck down.”

“Speaking of pills,” she said. “In case you didn’t know, I’m on birth control. So what we just did—”

“I know, Hazel. I saw them in your makeup bag during our trip, so I knew you were on them. But I’m not sure I could’ve resisted you tonight, even if you weren’t.” I planted a long kiss on her lips. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to let you go after this.”

She wrapped her hands around my neck. “Don’t let me go until you have to. Let’s make every minute of this night count.”

On that note, I spread her legs and pushed myself inside of her again, enjoying the feel of her body in a different way now that we were skin to skin without the interference of the water. And I had to say, feeling the heat of her pussy without any barrier—it was even better than the first time.

Hazel squeezed my ass with her delicate hands as I rammed into her. She opened her legs wider, eager for me to fuck her harder. Realizing how uninhibited she was pleased me to no end.

I sure as hell wasn’t thinking about Brady right now. Nothing mattered except getting to come inside of this amazing woman, getting to show her with my body how much I wanted and needed her.

“You’re so freaking wet. It’s a beautiful thing.”

“It’s all you. You’re doing this to me.”

“I’ve been waiting to do this forever,” I groaned.

With every movement in and out of her, I was tempted to beg her to stay, to let me love her like this every day and forget the mess that waited for her back in Connecticut. But I knew I needed to set her free. If she went back to Brady, she wasn’t the one for me anyway. But I hoped to God I was right about her. Right now, I had to trust my gut. And my gut told me Hazel had been mine from the moment we met.

I was able to hold off my orgasm until she began to quiver under me. We climaxed together. As I came this time, I imagined I was leaving a piece of myself with her. It was fucked up how much I wanted to claim her. It was also fucked up how little I cared about Brady in this moment. Maybe that made me a shitty person; but nothing else seemed to matter besides Hazel.

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The next morning, Hazel was wrapped in my arms. I wasn’t planning on moving from the bed until we absolutely had to get up. And of course, it was one of those rare mornings where some sun peeked into the window. Why wasn’t it one of the usual cloudy, rainy days here in Seattle instead?

We were tired because we’d spent a good majority of the night making up for all the moments we’d ever held back. And now I wished we’d given in a lot sooner—like back in Vail on night one. Because we’d really missed out.

“I’m so sore in the best way.” She smiled.

“I hope I wasn’t too hard on you last night.”

She shook her head. “It was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

After we fell into a long kiss, I wanted to make sure she knew where I stood before she got on the plane.

I looped my fingers with hers. “Listen, Hazel. I need to say this…”