Page 10 of Never Nix Up (The Arun Nixes #2)

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Finn

H azel is a newbie kinksters, I can tell, and that means that I should slow down. I should be slowing down. But it’s hard to do that when she kisses me as if I’m oxygen and she’s starved of air. We stumble into the bakery and up the stairs, and I’m going to need to pause, to take stock of what it is she wants.

“Hazel,” I finally gasp out.

“Yes?” She’s not a protocol girl, I don’t think, and that’s good. I’d rather hear my name on her lips that Sir or Ma’am or some other honorific.

“We need to talk.”

The change in her is instantaneous, and I kiss her again, reassuring her through the touch of my lips. “Not like that. Never like that.”

“Okay…” The word is drawn out and she looks unsure. Nervous.

“I just need to know what’s on the table for tonight.”

“All of it!” she says brightly, and damn if her enthusiasm doesn’t have me chomping at the bit.

“Not all of it, not tonight. Tonight we pick a few things to begin with. Because it’s our first time and I want to learn you.”

Hazel’s eyelids flutter at that. “You want to learn me?” Her curiosity is tentative.

“Yes.” I sit down on the couch, and tap the space next to me. “We can’t do everything, because I don’t know how you react to anything other than kisses. And I want to learn, so that I can make you feel good. I want to learn the way you respond when I kiss between your legs, when I take your nipple in my mouth. Whether you moan or squeal when I tease you.”

I’m getting myself worked up now, and I have to clear my throat to get me back on track.

“I can see that, but there are so many things I’ve never done. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

I think back to the bakery earlier, and remember how her entire body relaxed when I helped her through the breathing exercise. “How about we start simple. Sensual. Maybe you wear a blindfold and let me touch and kiss you all over?”

She nods, her eyes widening. “That. I want that.”

I’m struck by a sudden idea, and looking at her face, I think she’d like it. “You’re an artist, how about trying body paint?”

“You want me to paint you?”

“No, baby,” I say, moving closer to her, so that she has to look up to meet my gaze. “I want to paint you . Have you laid out before me like a canvas that’s longing for my touch.”

Hazel swallows, and she’s into it. She’s really into it. “Yeah, that would be…” She clears her throat. “…that would be okay. I’m up for that.”

Taking her by the hand, I lead her into my bedroom. My flat isn’t huge; like most of the apartments above the Riverside Shops it’s more cosy than luxurious, but it’s still home. I turn on the bedside lamp, and turn and sit on the bed.

“I can’t paint you with your clothes on, Hazel. Would you like to undress for me, or would you like me to unwrap you?”

The pink painting her cheeks is as soft as the colour of her hair. “Can you unwrap me, please?” Her whisper is so quiet I almost don’t hear it. Almost.

When I go to pull her close, she freezes for a moment. “I just…”

“Yes?”

“I like my body; it’s soft and fat, and does everything I need it to. I just need you to know that. I’m not going to change.”

I don’t know who’s told her in the past that she needs to lose weight, but I want to serve them cake made with salt instead of sugar. Hazel is fat; overflowing, unapologetically fat and I have wanted her fatness in my arms for a long, long time. “If you let me undress you, I promise I will show you exactly how much I like you just as you are.”

She nods and lets out a breath that I’m not sure either of us knew she was holding.

I start with her buttons. She’s wearing a dress, as she often does, all floaty and pretty. The skirt dances around her thighs, and I’m glad that she’s wearing tights because it’s March and we’re in Sussex. It’s not exactly known for its balmy spring weather.

With each button that I undo, more skin is revealed beneath. And the fact that she’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts are perfect handfuls, and I long to lean in and kiss them, but I promised her that I’d unwrap her, and unwrap her I will.

I don’t stop at her waist, I undo all of the buttons on the dress, right down to the hem, so that she can step out of it completely. Her thighs jiggle as she does so, and fuck if I don’t want to nip at her. She’s fucking delicious.

“Tights next?” I ask, and she nods, looking away shyly. Taking her chin in my fingers, I turn her head so that she looks at me. “I love what I see, baby.”

“Yeah?” She breathes out the question, and I slip my hand behind her neck and tug gently until she kisses me.

“Yeah.”

The tights are navy, and almost as thick as her thighs. I roll them down slowly, until I’m on my knees before her. I’d worship this woman with my dying breath. She is exquisite.

Her knickers are last, and I get her to turn around for that, biting back a moan when her arse comes into view.

She has a butt dimple.

A butt dimple .

I’m officially obsessed, and I can’t help but lean forward and kiss it.

She squeals in surprise and giggles. “Finn!”

“You’re too delicious, I couldn’t help myself.”