Page 66 of Indie
I’d loved it even more in this room. In the place she shouldn’t be in. It was like I’d sacrificed her on an altar, ouraltar. In the Northern Kings Church, I’d fucked my old lady, willingly breaking the rules. My dick twitched, a spark jolting in me.
“Indie?” Emmie whispered, uncertainty in her voice, a shake in her legs.
I pulled out of her, spinning her over onto her back, pushing her thighs open wider, spreading her open for me to stare down at.
“What are you doing, Indie?” she asked, her voice weak, nervous. The sound ringing in my ears and sending another message to my cock.
I reached my hand down between us, gently gliding over her, her pussy lips still swollen, still wet from moments earlier. Still ready for me to slip back into. Instead, I dropped to my knees, grabbing her legs and pulling her closer, so her arse balanced right on the edge of the table. She smelt delicious. Her scent was heavy and musty, womanly. I remembered the way she tasted the other night. A slight tang and a tiny hint of something savoury, sitting on the very end of my tongue, almost stinging but not quite.
I pushed my face between her legs, inhaling a lungful of the smell of her, closing my eyes and dwelling on the scent of her pussy. The pussy I’d just fucked. The pussy I’d not yet emptied myself into because of the condom I’d just rolled off. I dropped that on the floor too, letting its contents spill onto the carpet.
“Indie? What are you doing?” She squeaked, wriggling, trying to sit up.
“I’m not finished yet, Spuggy,” I spoke into her, feeling her squirm under the movement of my lips and the hot air rushingagainst her wet folds. “Now, be a good girl and I might just let you come again.”
“Indie….”
“Shush. The only sounds I want to hear from that mouth are you screaming while I eat you out.”
I pushed her thighs outwards, my fingers sliding up in between, her slick running out to meet me, her scent heavy against my nose. Gently, I teased her lips apart, spreading her open for me, for my tongue. I took one long lick. All the way along her slit, ending at her clit, which I sucked into my mouth. She moaned loudly, leaning back on her table and tilting her pelvis up to the ceiling. I licked again, then sucked against her lips, alternating quickly, each little movement making her gasp. Then I stopped at her clit, flicking the end with my tongue, waiting for that little wriggle of her arse before sucking it into my mouth. She whimpered now, a sweet pitiful noise, and I slid a finger inside of her, crooking the tip and then worked it in and out of her, my lips and tongue playing with her little nub, teasing and assaulting it.
Emmie moved her hips against my face. It was involuntary. I could tell. Her mind sinking into an abyss of pleasure. Using my face and lips and tongue to satisfy herself. Shit, that made me rock hard. I moved my finger from her pussy, her hips stopping suddenly, like she’d only just realised what she was doing.
“Don’t stop little Spuggy. I want you to ride my face. I want you to rub your pussy against my lips. I need you to come all over me.”
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“You just were, Emmie. Do it again, or I won’t let you come at all.”
“Please don’t.”
“Then you know what to do, little sparrow.”
I dropped my head into her again, pushing my tongue inside of her now, thrusting and sucking, taking the place of my finger. Emmie clamped her legs round my head, scooting her arse just that little closer to the edge, her hips moving tentatively. I pulled my tongue out and started on her clit, swirling and licking and sucking. Sucking it hard into my mouth and then flicking the end with my tongue, and now her hips moved. It was slow at first, a gentle rocking. Then I felt fingernails scraping my scalp, a little gasp of breath as she pulled my head into her, her own body moving with me now, her pussy thrusting into my face.
“Oh God, Indie,” she cried out. “I can’t do this.”
But she could. She was. Her pelvis moved into me, each long lick of my tongue, each thrust into her, and she held me tighter and tighter, her hips moving faster and faster. Her pussy rocking backwards and forwards across my face, covering me in her juices, gasping and writhing over my tongue, my mouth, my nose, my chin. And now she was fucking me, using my tongue and lips as she wanted, panting and gasping as she rocked her orgasm out on my face.
“Shit, Indie,” she shouted. It was loud, and high pitched, and beautiful, and fuck, it made me so damn hard. “Shit, shit, shit,” she repeated with each rock of her hips, her hands wrapped in my hair, forcing my face into her like she would suffocate me completely. And I was so up for dying this way. Fuck me.
Her grip on my hair loosened, her arms dropping to the side of her, the muscles in her thighs relaxing, and the tiny trickle of something warm running over my lips.
That was fucking amazing. Eating her out on that table, defiling the rules of the Northern Kings in front of their very faces, knowing every one of them would have had that fantasy at some point, and I was probably the only one to have lived it out. But I wasn’t done yet.
I guided her up, pulling her towards me as I kicked a chair back a little way from the table and pulling her into my lap. She squirmed a little on top of my hard-on, but she was so wet, so well worked in that already her pussy slid over the tip of my cock, and she let out that little gasp that I was coming to love. Emmie closed her eyes, biting hard on to her lip, lowering herself a little further, my cock slowly sliding home for the second time that night.
“Emmie. I don’t have a condom on yet. I need to get another.” I scooped up my jeans to fish about in the pocket.
She slid down further, halfway down on top of me now.
“Shit. Wait. I don’t have another. I need to go get another.”
“I. Can’t. Wait,” she panted, her eyes closed.
“This isn’t a good idea, Emmie.” She took another inch, her flesh squeezing my shaft hard, forcing blood around my body, and clearly away from my brain.
“I don’t care,” she whispered, as if she was drunk. “I just need you inside me. Right. Now.” She dropped the rest of the way down on top of me, and this time it was me who shouted out, under the onslaught of the pussy that pulled at the flesh over my cock.