Dallan fell on the bed, his lips locked with Hazel's, his hands fondling her breasts. He felt her thighs wrap around his waist.

Hazel could feel Dallan on every inch of her skin: his breath on her neck, in her mouth; the feel of his rough hands fondling her breasts... and dipping a finger into her.

"Hmm," Hazel moaned as a finger entered her. Dallan leaned back to see her expression. Her eyes were rolled upward, her chest heaving. He worked a finger into her, pulling back to see the look on her face and occasionally sealing her lips with his.

Dallan indulged his curiosity at how smooth her skin...