Chapter 112 112. Drenched in Desire

Chapter 112 112. Drenched in Desire
The first pale threads of dawn crept through the curtains of the master suite. Hazel stirred in the arms of her husband. The exhibition had been a triumph, her art celebrated by critics and collectors alike. But as she lay in the soft morning light, her eyes fluttering open, she knew that this quiet intimacy, this sacred space between them, was the true victory.

Michele's arm was draped across her waist, his hand splayed against her bare stomach, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against her skin even in sleep. His breath was warm against her neck, his body a solid, comforting weight against her back. She turned in his arms, her fingers reaching up to trace the lines of his face, the strong jaw, the sharp cheekbones, the soft curve of his lips.

"You're staring again," Michele murmured, his voice thick with sleep. His eyes remained closed, but a slow, wicked smile curved his lips.

Hazel laughed softly, the sound intimate and warm. "I'm admiring. There's a difference."

"Admiring what, exactly?" 

He rolled onto his back, his eyes finally opening to meet hers. The intensity in them made her breath catch, his gaze raking over her naked body with a hunger that had never truly been sated.

"Everything. The way you look in the morning. The way you held me last night. The way you stood beside me at the exhibition, so proud, so unwavering. The way you love me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You're the one who was incredible last night, bunny. The way you commanded that room. The way you spoke about your art with such passion. I've never been more proud of anyone in my entire life."

Hazel's cheeks flushed, heat blooming beneath her skin. "You made it all possible. I couldn't have done it without your support."

"You could have. But I'm glad I was there. I'm glad I got to see the world finally recognize what I've always known that you're brilliant," he corrected, his voice low and warm. 

She leaned in, her lips brushing his. "I love you, Michele Richardson."

"I love you too, Mrs. Richardson," he murmured against her mouth.

The kiss deepened, slow and tender at first, then building with a hunger that had never truly been satisfied. His tongue swept against her lower lip, coaxing it apart and when she opened for him, he delved inside with a passion that stole her breath. His hand slid from her hip to her thigh, pulling her closer and Hazel felt the familiar heat pooling low in her belly like molten honey.

"I want you. I want you so badly," she breathed against his lips. 

Michele's grin was wolfish. "I can tell, bunny. I can feel how wet you are for me."

His hand slid between her thighs, his fingers finding her slick, swollen folds. He traced the seam of her, circling her clit with agonizing precision and Hazel gasped, her hips rising to meet his touch.

"Please…" she begged, her voice breaking. 

"Please what, bunny? Tell me what you want." he murmured, his fingers sliding inside her, feeling her heat, her wetness, her desperate need.

"You… I need to feel you inside me," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. 

But instead of complying, Michele pulled his hand away, his lips curving into a wicked smile. "Not yet, bunny. I have something else in mind."

Hazel's eyes widened as he rose from the bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice thick with need.

Michele crossed to her side of the bed, his hands finding her waist. "We're going to take a shower together and I'm going to worship every inch of you under the cold water."

Hazel glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "But George will be waking up soon and Nathan needs his feed…"

"George won't wake for another hour and Nathan's feed isn't until eight. We have time for us and show you just how proud I am of you, baby," Michele interrupted, his lips pressing to her forehead. 

Her resistance crumbled. She nodded. "Okay."

Michele didn't need to be told twice. He lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bathroom, his lips never leaving hers, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that made her dizzy. He set her down on the marble counter, his hands finding the hem of her silk robe and pushing it from her shoulders, leaving her naked and trembling before him.

"You're so beautiful. Every inch of you. Every curve. Every dip. I could spend forever just looking at you," he breathed, his eyes raking over her body. 

Hazel reached for him, her fingers finding the waistband of his boxers and pushing them down. His cock sprang free, hard and ready and she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him with deliberate slowness.

"I want you," she whispered.

Michele's breath caught, his eyes darkening with desire. "Right now, I want to taste you. I want to feel you come apart on my tongue."

He pulled her off the counter, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her into the shower. The water cascaded over them, slicking their bodies. He pressed her against the tiled wall, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. His mouth descended on hers, the kiss deep and claiming. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His fingers found her clit, circling the sensitive bundle.

"Michele, please..." Hazel gasped, her back arching against the tile. 

"Please what, bunny?" he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck, his tongue tracing a path to her collarbone. 

"I want your mouth on me. I want to feel your tongue inside me. Please," she begged, her fingers tangling in his hair. 

He didn't need to be told twice. He lowered himself to his knees, his hands parting her thighs and his mouth finding her most intimate place. 

"Fuck!" she gasped, her hips bucking against his face. 

His tongue delved deeper, tasting every inch of her, his lips and teeth and tongue working in perfect synchronization. He feasted on her like a man starved, his fingers gripping her hips, holding her steady as she writhed against him.

"I'm so close, Michele..." she gasped, her body trembling on the edge. 

"Come for me, bunny, I want to taste your release," he commanded, his voice vibrating against her sensitive flesh. 

His words were the final push she needed. Her climax crashed through her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing against his mouth, her cries echoing off the tiled walls. He didn't stop, his tongue working her through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor.

When she finally stilled, he rose to his feet, his lips slick with her arousal. His eyes were dark, his jaw tight with barely restrained hunger.

"Now I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to take you against this wall and I'm going to make you scream my name," he said, his voice low and rough. 

Hazel's legs were weak, her body still trembling. She reached for him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him close. "Yes, Michele. Fuck me. Please," she breathed. 

He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. He pushed inside her in one smooth, deep stroke and Hazel's cry was pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"So fucking perfect," he groaned, his forehead pressing against hers. 

She gasped, her nails raking down his back. His rhythm was relentless, each thrust a claim that left her breathless. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the bathroom.

"Look at you, so beautiful, so desperate. You love this, don't you, bunny?" he growled, his hips slamming against hers. 

"Yes, Michele. I love it. I love you. I love everything you do to me," she sobbed, her fingers twisting in his wet hair. 

He drove deeper, harder, his rhythm becoming punishing. His hand found her clit, his fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with practiced precision and Hazel shattered.

"Come for me now. I want to feel you fall apart around my cock," he commanded, his voice raw and ragged. 

Her climax crashed through her, her body convulsing around him, her inner walls milking his length with desperate, rhythmic pulses. Her cries were incoherent, her body arching against the tile as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her.

"Fuck, Hazel..." Michele groaned, his hips slamming against hers as his own release overtook him. 

He poured himself into her, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. His hips continued to thrust, pumping every last drop into her, claiming her from the inside out. He collapsed against her, his heart pounding against her chest. The water cascaded over them, washing away the evidence of their passion.

"I love you, sweetheart," he whispered, his lips pressing to her forehead.

Hazel's smile was radiant, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her release. "I love you too."

They stood together under the hot water, their bodies tangled, their hearts beating in perfect synchronization. 

"We should do this more often," Hazel murmured, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.

"We will. Because I'll never get enough of you, bunny," Michele promised, his arms tightening around her.