Page 67 of Indie
“Fuck, Emmie,” I grunted as she moved her hips backwards and forwards, the same motion as before, but on my cock now, not my face. “What about birth control?” I gasped as she slid up and down my shaft, her hands grabbing at my shoulders.
“Yes. There’ll be no babies. I promise.”
“We should still use a condom.”
“I know.”
But she kept going anyway, and now any last ounce of sense I’d had left had gone. The only thing my brain could think about was the beauty with the apricot hair who’d impaled themself on my dick. I sat still for a while, relishing in the feel of her hips moving against me, sliding up and down my shaft, taking every bit of me before lifting herself off. She was taking her pleasure first. I could see that, and I was going to sit here and watch her get off on my cock. Her eyes stayed closed, her teeth never leaving her lip, as she concentrated on the feel inside her body. She moved quicker, her breaths coming in rocky bursts, a gasp and a moan as she built up her orgasm. Her pussy gripped me tightly with each movement, a pressure building in my balls. My hands moved to her hips, gripping hard.
She was nearly there, nearly ready to come undone all over my cock. And this time I was going to fill that beautiful little pussy full of my cum. Emmie moved away, pulling herself off me, but this time as she started her descent, down on to my shaft, I tipped up to meet her. She gasped a little, her mouth suddenly opening. I helped her up again, feeling for her pussy sitting right over the head of my cock, and this time I pulled her down on me hard.
Emmie cried out, her eyes shooting open, and for a second, I thought I’d hurt her, forced her down on me too hard. But the cry quickly turned to a moan, and she was pulling off me again. And now I tilted my hips just as she hit the bottom of my shaft, forcing into her, pulling her down onto me at the same time.
“Oh, fuck!” she shouted loudly.
“You going to come, Emmie?”
She nodded, and I helped her up my length, yanking her back to me, again and again, her voice filling the room with shouts and cries so loud that I thought we might even waken the dead members. Fuck, she was fantastic. She finally let go. Finally relaxed with me and what a beautiful fuck this was going to be. And just as I pulled her down on me again, I felt her body shake, and her hips rock into me, her head lolling backwards. Her pussy clenched hard, and I pulled her hips over me, following the rocking movement she was making as the last of her orgasm erupted over the top of my cock.
She was fucking amazing when she came like this, when she let go of the fear she’d always been holding onto. Then I rocked my hips, pumping up inside her, guiding her helpless orgasming body over my cock, until I felt the sudden tightening of my balls and the surge of hot come shooting out. And fuck, it felt so good to finally release inside her. I pulled her up and down the shaft, grunting like an animal as the last of my orgasm ebbed away and I’d filled her. Fuck.
I’d been awake for a little over an hour. I wasn’t used to someone else in my bed, and every time I’d turned over into her, I’d woken up. A jolt at first, a sudden stab of panic, but after a few more times, it merely woke me. Now, I lay with my stomach against her back, my arm draped over her lightly. I would have tucked my body into hers more snuggly, but pushing the raginghard-on I was sporting against her would not make the damn thing go away. I knew how much sleep Emmie didn’t get, and the few hours we’d caught when I eventually carried her tired, naked body out of the club’s chapel, was going to leave her drained all day.
Her hair tickled my nose, coconut and soap mixing with the gentle heat rising off her naked body. Daylight crept through a gap in the curtains, and even that tiny slither of light lit up the plain room enough that I could see her. Her eyelashes were darker than her hair, not quite black, more dark auburn, resting lightly over her cheeks, and her lips lay gently together. They were thin, but well-shaped, proportionate to the delicate features of her face, the bottom one fleshier. But it was the dusting of light-gold freckles on her cheeks that stole the show, making her look younger than she was, an immortal innocence.
The door clattered suddenly, before banging off the wall and ricocheting.
“Mam! Mam!” The little voice called.
“I’m telling you; she’ll not be in here.”
Emmie jolted, sitting upright, clutching the duvet across her chest, her eyes still glazed from sleep.
“Mammy! You’re in here. See. I told you she’d be in this room, Luke.”
“Hey baby, what’s up?”
“We’d lost you!”
“I’m sorry, Lily. Go back to bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”
“I’m starving.” The little voice moved closer. “Mammy, who’s that in there with you?”
“Go get dressed Lily, I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Is that Indie?” Lily squawked.
“Urgh! That’s disgusting,” Luke’s voice now. “Come on, Lily.”
Footsteps moved quietly over the carpet, the slight creak of the floorboards underneath the only real sign the intruders were retreating.
“Sorry about that, Indie,” Emmie muttered, turning over towards me.
I reached forwards, pushing my hand against her cheek. I didn’t care about the noisy intruders. She was here with me. And that far outweighed any early morning wake-up calls. Something vibrated next to us, loud and annoying. Maybe I didn’t welcome early morning calls. Reaching out for my mobile, I dragged it off the nightstand, but the vibration of a phone ringing wasn’t coming from mine.
“Think that’s yours, Spuggy.”
Emmie wriggled sideways, picking up the mobile and sliding the green button across, the incessant vibration stopping immediately.