Page 49 of Indie
“I’m sorry, Spuggy,” he breathed against my neck. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “You didn’t.” But the rest of that sentence was consumed, a flood of heat rushing through my body, the feeling of him inside me. Filling. Possessing. And it sent a shudder through me.
He stayed still, his cock inside my pussy, his hand wrapped around the side of my face, his forehead pushed against mine and his eyes closed. As if he was waiting for something. I moved under him.
“Emmie. Please. Don’t move.” He grunted.
“What’s wrong?” Something wasn’t right. Had I upset him? I tried to push up on my elbows.
“Emmie. Please.” His voice sounded so strained.
“Indie. What’s wrong? What have I done wrong?”
“Shush.”
I stayed still, listening to him breathe, feeling his cock in me, a pressure rising but not daring to move to take care of it.
“Shush,” he said again, although I’d not uttered a word. “You feel so fucking good. I just need you to stay still for me, Emmie. Or this is going to be over in an instant. I’ve wanted this since the moment I set eyes on you. And right now, you’re about to blow my mind and my balls.”
His lips met mine again. A soft kiss, tentative, plucking at my mouth. A distraction, for him at least. I kissed back, pushing my hands into the tufts of thick grey hair, pulling his face to mine, my tongue becoming urgent, pleading with him. Then he moved away from me, his mouth and lips nibbling over my chin, along my jaw, down my neck. And between my legs, his hips moved slowly. A painfully careful rhythm, his cock gliding through the tissues inside of me, dragging slowly throughsensitive flesh. Untouched flesh. I can’t remember the last time I had someone inside me. And whenever that was, the memory was not welcome.
He moved differently now. Longer thrusts but teasingly slow, stoking a flame from the smouldering embers inside me. The heat increasing with each long, careful stroke of his dick. I pulled my legs up, wrapping them around his waist, letting him sink deeper into me. A growl vibrated against my throat, a graze of teeth, and I whimpered, arching my back, meeting the next thrust of his cock.
“Ah fuck, Emmie.” Indie’s words tickled the flesh at my throat, his hips speeding up, the thrusts faster and heavier. “Fuck.”
Indie moved hard, pushing his cock into me faster now, his lips and tongue working against me frantically, like a starved man at an all-you-can-eat feast. His hands came between us, the roughness of the pads of his fingers suddenly against my nipples making me flinch, my own hips rising into him.
“For fuck’s sake Emmie.”
“What?”
“You’re going to make me come.”
“Isn’t that the whole point?” I panted, my whole-body tensing as he rolled a nipple between his fingers.
“Not this quick, little sparrow.”
He dipped his head, sucking in the nipple on my other breast, his fingers still working the right, my body shuddering under him and I gasped loudly, trying not to make a noise, but failing miserably.
“I want to hear you, Emmie,” Indie spoke against my nipple, cool air rushing to the spot he’d just taken his mouth from. “I want to hear every whimper, every cry, every word as you come undone, Spuggy.”
He sucked it into his mouth again, flicking the end with his tongue, and I cried out.
“That’s it, Spuggy. Let me hear you.”
He pumped into me, much more roughly this time, and now that fuse inside me really was lit, heat licking at my flesh, at my stomach, climbing higher. Indie let go of the breast he was kneading, sliding that hand down between us. I felt him over my clit, his fingers searching. And then when he found it, he swirled, sending a shock of energy pulsing through me.
I arched into him, into the hand that worked me, unable to escape the pressure of his cock. And now this pressure was building. And building. And my cries were coming louder, my body reacting to him unrestrained. And he reacting to me, each sound from my mouth making him move those hips harder, each whimper and gasp, making his fingers swirl against my clit. And now I pushed my hips into him, feeling every thrust right up into the base of my stomach, my body pulsing right down to the end of my toes.
“Shit! Oh Shit!” And now I sounded possessed.
Indie grunted now, pumping and thrusting.
“I need you to come, Emmie. I need to feel me round you before I lose control and finish. Come on, baby.”
He dipped his head into my neck, dragging his tongue up over that vein, grazing his teeth over the skin as he reached the middle. My toes curled, my stomach tensed, an entire loadof butterflies taking off inside me all at once and the heat exploded, coursing through my veins and reaching every part of me. I might have gasped, I might have cried out, I might have just whimpered, maybe for a moment I stopped breathing all together, the intensity hitting me like such sweet punishment.
Indie grabbed at my neck with his lips, his hips bucking wildly, a series of guttural gasps against me as he sucked the skin of my neck into his mouth. And then he let go, with one last hard thrust, pushing his cock into me as far as it could go so that our bodies were almost perfectly aligned with each other.