Page 92 of Indigo Sky

“You do too.” Her voice was hoarse, like she hadn’t spoken in days, unused and rasped. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

She spoke like this moment was all that was keeping her alive. Like this bed, this room, was the precipice of heaven.Me. She clung to my neck, dipping her fingertips into the hair at thenape. She pressed her lips to mine, whimpering breaths of need passing through her nose, as she moved her hips, searching for more as I searched for the willpower to not explode.

But I didn’t want to disappoint her.

So, I pinched my brows, held my breath, and met her thrust for thrust, slowly, carefully. Desperate to ignore how right, good, perfect her body felt, wrapped around mine.

“Get on your back,” she muttered before pulling my bottom lip between her teeth.

I said nothing but listened, rolling over and taking her with me. When she straddled my waist with my cock still buried inside of her and I looked up over her body, meant for the pages of a dirty magazine, I knew—Iknew—I was the luckiest man on this entire fucking planet.

Her fingernails dragged over my chest. They pierced my skin and left their half-moon marks. I reveled in the coalescence of pain and pleasure as she rode me with a carnal determination to find the finish line. One lithe hand slithered lower, over my stomach and to the juncture where her body met mine, and I was caught between wanting to watch her eyes, glazing over in a haze of lust and euphoria, or her fingers, sliding over places I longed to taste.

“Are you close?” she asked.

"Sweetheart," I choked out with a gruff chuckle, “I’vebeenclose.”

Her face lit up with an elated smile, her cheeks flushed.

“Can you come with me?”

I nodded erratically. “Just tell me when.”

And, fuck, she did. After only seconds of working her fingers right there and watching me with her lip bitten and her chest heaving, she commanded my orgasm with her own. She threw her head back, her nails impaling my chest and, I was sure, leaving their mark. Her voice rose, ripping through her throat, and I sat up quickly to clamp my mouth against hers, swallowing her screams and moans andoh Godsas, together, we rode wave after euphoric wave.

Then, we collapsed, pressing kisses to cheeks, necks, chins, and lips. Smiling and giggling and feeling younger and more alive than we had been yesterday.

“Oh myGod,” she groaned into my shoulder, followed by a fluttery laugh. “I am so glad I wasn’t your first.”

I barked a laugh as my fingers combed through her hair. “I think that’s the first time a woman has ever been glad that a man sowed his oatsbeforebeing with her …”

She propped herself onto an elbow and looked down at me. “Well, I mean, how many oats are we talking about here?”

I pulled in a deep breath, held up a hand, and counted on my fingers, only to pretend to lose count and start over.

Kate’s eyes widened with mirth as she shoved against my arm. “Oh, come on!”

“There were two,” I finally admitted. “Both were girlfriends.”

She rested her cheek in the palm of her hand. “Who was the first?”

"Emily," I said, uttering the name aloud for the first time in years.

"Emily," Kate breathed out, closing her eyes, like she'd just taken a sip of wine to roll it around on her tongue. "Was she any good?"

A disbelieving chuckle rumbled through my chest. "Why the hell are you asking me these questions?"

Kate shrugged innocently. "Because that could've been me," she replied. "Icould've been your first, if you had come home with me that night, so … I'm just curious … if she was good."

"You mean, better than you?"

She rolled her eyes and fell back down against my shoulder. "I don't care if she was better than me."

"Well, she wasn't," I said, wrapping my arm around her back. "And, yeah, she was okay. Not that I had anything to compare it to at the time, but—"

"Sex is sex, and you're a man—I get it," she replied, her voice teasing. "You could've fucked a goat, and it would've been decent."

I snorted a laugh. "Well, now, you're just being nasty, but okay."

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