Page 43 of Indie
I dropped my hand from her face, taking a step back.
“Take it off.”
“What?” Emmie asked, her blue-green eyes widening, a look of horror creeping across her face.
“Your dressing gown. Take it off.”
“Indie…”
“Don’t make me rip it off you.” The words ended in a growl, and I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering whether I’d gone too far.
But slowly she pulled the dressing gown down, showing off the beautiful tits I’d just sucked.
“And the rest, Spuggy.”
She bit her bottom lip, but I’d already seen the quiver start and again I wondered whether I was pushing her too far. But she opened the gown at her waist, her crossed legs hiding most of the pussy I’d just eaten.
I stepped forward, tracing my fingers down her neck, cupping my hands over her tits. They had a more tear drop shape, but they still sat in my hand nicely, the skin smooth, the nipples reacting to my touch. They still made me want to lick and kiss them and they still made my dick hard, painfully hard in the tautness of the leather bike trousers. Then I slid my hands further down her body, dragging the tips of my fingers across her stomach. There was a little bump, the slightest bulge in her thin stature, the evidence of her body bringing life. I traced the shadows of stripes that lay on the top of the skin, a slight unevenness to the touch, subtle marks left from pregnancy. It was all beautiful. She was beautiful.
“This,” I whispered into the air between us. “All this. This is who you are, little Emmie. This is what I love about you. Just like your apricot hair and your little nose. Or the way those apricot freckles dash across your skin, making you look all sweet and innocent. And this body,” I ran my hand down her side, tracing the slightly puckered lines down her left hip. Then I grabbed her hand and pulled it towards me. “This body makes me feel like this.”
I pushed her hand into my groin, holding it against the raging hard-on in my trousers. The hard-on that could never be sated by looking at her beautiful body, or tasting her gorgeous skin, or sucking that juicy pussy. This hard-on could only be sated by being driven deep inside of her.
There was a creak above us. The soft thud of footsteps overhead and then the groan of stairs.
“Shit!” Emmie hissed, yanking her hand from where I held it on my erect, covered cock.
She pulled her dressing gown around her, scooping up the discarded vest and shorts and pushing them inside the silk.
“Mam?” the voice called.
I stepped back, making sure I covered her body from the voice now at the bottom of the stairs. Giving her time to get herself decent.
“Yes, Luke?”
“Is Dad here?”
“No. Why do you think that?”
“Oh, it’s him,” the boy’s voice was now behind me. “Heard voices. Thought it must have been Dad. Thought I could hear shouting.”
“No.” Emmie answered much too sharply. “No one was shouting.”
“Ok,” Luke replied, clearly satisfied with the answers his mother had given.
He padded over to the sink, dragging a thick glass tumbler out of the cabinet above his head, before filling it with water and taking a noisy gulp.
“Indie was just going,” Emmie disturbed the silence, flashing me a look.
I nodded, squeezing her hand, and making towards the front door.
“Make sure you lock this straight away behind me,” I instructed.
Emmie smiled faintly, following me out. Pulling the door hard into the frame, I listened for a second. A bolt slid into place. Then a lock turned. And finally, I heard the jingle of a chain against the wood. Emmie, Luke and Lily were safely locked away for the night.
I grabbed at my crotch, adjusting myself so the erection sat in a more comfortable place. Didn’t seem like this hard-on was getting sated tonight, either.
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