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“But I don’t.”
Cupping her face, I pushed my mouth against hers, silencing her with my tongue. Her lips obliged, parting for me to slip into her, moving with me as our tongues danced with each other and my hard-on strained painfully against the denim.
Emmie’s hands moved back to my body, feeling over the muscles, tickling the hair on my chest and the strands that grew on my stomach, fingertips sinking lower till I could feel her just above the waistband of my jeans. Her finger bumped over the button, gripping it and then releasing it, as if she doubted what she was doing.
I pulled away from her, releasing her mouth.
“Just know, if you open that button, I’m commando. Didn’t have time for pants when I got that distress call this morning.”
Emmie giggled, light and tuneful. And God, how I loved that sound.
Her fingers moved back to the button, working over the fabric till there was a little pop and the release of pressure at my waist. Pushing away from her, rising to my feet, my groin now in line with her face. I stepped back a little, not wanting to present her with my hardened cock by whacking it on the end of her nose. Not today, at least. Toeing off my boots, I kicked them to the side, pushing the jeans down, my erection launching out like a thing possessed.
When I stood back up, she was staring, her eyes wide, a tinge of red on her cheeks, her lips slightly parted. And I had to concentrate hard not to grab a fistful of that apricot hair and pull her head to meet me. Instead, I reached for her hand, pulling it towards me and placing it over my shaft. She rested it there, not moving, the only sounds between us, our breaths increasing in pace. Squeezing her fingers closed round my cock, I guided her hand slowly up and down, watching the red brighten on her cheeks and her teeth bite down hard on her bottom lip.
Chapter Twenty Three
The thing stared at me. The end bulging, the bulbous tip filled with blood, the whole thing jutting out from his body. I didn’t know where to look or what to do with it. Other than stare. He took my hand, moving it to him, gently squeezing my fingers closed around him. And with his hand cupping mine, he moved it slowly up and down the shaft, moving me over him.
It was thicker and longer than I’d known, my fingers just joining round it, the foreskin tidily pulled back over that head. A ridge caught under my fingers, a vein protruding through theflesh, a bead of moisture right at the very tip. I moved my thumb over the top, smoothing that little bead of pre-cum over the satiny, smooth bulge of the head of his erection.
I’d never seen one look like this. Although I’d only ever seen one before. And it matched him, as if someone had sculpted both him and his penis from the same materials. The damn thing was as muscled as he was.
“Emmie,” his voice rumbled from above me, his hand relaxing on mine, reaching forward so it gently wrapped around the back of my head.
I expected him to push my head towards his cock then or give an instruction that involved my face being even closer than it was. Instead, he tucked his thumb under my chin, tilting my head up.
“Emmie. I’d really like to fuck you right now.”
Those words hit me square in the stomach, releasing a flood of heat which rushed out to every conceivable corner of me. I bit my lip, pulling his hand away from my face and scooted back up the bed, pulling him toward me as I backed up. He followed me, crawling up the bed on his hands and knees, the muscles in his arms bulging and flexing with each little movement until I couldn’t go any further.
And now I was underneath him, the only thing between us the lacy thong. Indie dipped down towards me, leaning on his arms either side of my head, his body pressed gently against me, his lips tracing across my jaw, plucking at my skin, then grazing against me with his teeth. His flesh was hot against mine, the little bits of hair on his chest and his stomach tickling at my skin; and between my legs, and against the cotton that covered my pussy I could feel the head of that cock.
He trailed his mouth over my neck, moving over to my jugular vein and sucking against it so suddenly hard that I gasped. My back arched; my pussy rubbed against his throbbing hard on. He growled against me, an actual growl, against the spot where my heart rate was escalating, beating against his lips and tongue. Sliding his arm down my side, his fingers felt for something, and then he’d suddenly found it. Linking into the waistband of my knickers, he slid them down my legs. I kicked out of them and now there was nothing between us.
Indie sat up onto his haunches, scooting backwards, and then moved to the heap of his clothes that were at lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. He rummaged around in the pile, grabbing something from a pocket before coming back to stand at the bottom of the bed with his erection in his hand.
“You sure you want this, little sparrow?”
He was already stroking the condom down on top of it, the rubber not taking anything away from that big bulbous head. I swallowed. Unable to find the words. Not knowing how to answer his question because I’d never really been asked like this before. So, I nodded, and watched the hint of a smile drift over his face. And now he crawled back towards me, yanking my ankles to pull my legs open to crawl in between. His hand moved in the space he’d created, fingers running over the spot between my legs, and I could feel the wetness he was spreading over me.
“I need you wetter than this, Spuggy,” he mumbled, almost to himself.
His fingers swirled over my clit, a sudden pang of electric jolting through me and I cried out, my body trembling suddenly. And then those same fingers sank inside of me, pushing through my internal flesh.
“Shit!” I cursed, by body clamping down on him in response.
“That’s it, Emmie,” he encouraged. “Relax for me, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.”
He moved slowly, tentatively, the whole time watching, testing my reactions. And those fingers swirled inside of me. Circling and massaging, heating me up from the inside out until I was wriggling underneath him. And then a different pressure, another finger slipping inside, opening me up and stretching me out. But now I was so wet they were moving freely, and quickly.
“Good girl, Emmie,” Indie purred in my ear, bending over the top of me as he dragged his fingers out. And then I felt something against me. Much bigger than his fingertips, the pressure nothing like his fingers had caused. “Last chance to say no to me, Spuggy.”
But even as he said it, I felt the first part of him slide inside.
“I want this, Indie.” Those words didn’t sound like me, the voice strained, alien, on the verge of losing control, and my stomach pulsed, like it had its own heartbeat.
He reached down, his lips crushing against me with a ferocity I’d never felt from him before, his tongue pushing into me, and then between my legs I felt more of him slide inside, inching carefully. Each little movement of his cock drove me hotter and hotter, like the slow burn of a firework fuse. Then the ignition hit the powder, and with a thrust he forced me open, hitting the top of my cervix, a sudden thrust I wasn’t expecting. And I shouted out, arching my back, a mix of pain and pleasure jolting my system.