Page 41 of Indigo

She doesn’t let up, and soon enough we’re both soaking wet, pressed up against the side of her house, tangled together as we both try to take control of the hose. She laughs, and the sound is fucking magical. I smile as we both stand under the waterfall it’s creating as we hold it straight in the air.

She looks up at me, droplets running down her face, little curls are plastered to her cheeks. My breath catches in my throat and my eyes can’t help but notice her nipples poking through her now skin-tight singlet, the water causing it to morph around her figure.

I hold my breath as her hand releases the hose, leaving it in mine, and moves to my chest. Her fingers trace along my sternum and her eyes linger there for a moment before slowly moving to meet mine.

“Kiss me,” she breathes.

I drop the hose the moment the words leave her mouth and cradle her face with both hands, using my thumbs to wipe the excess water from her cheeks. I search her eyes, wanting to be sure that she means it, fucking praying that she does, and that she’s ready, that this is real.

“Please,” she begs, standing on her toes, her hard nipples rubbing against my bare skin as she tries to get closer.

Slowly, I lean in, the electricity between us making the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

I’ve waited for this moment for so fucking long. Imagined what she’d taste like a thousand times. Wondered how soft her lips would be, how she’d react to my touch, what sounds she’d make as we got lost in each other.

I follow her lead as she inches closer, pausing as I feel the heat from her lips touch mine, and slide my hands into the sides of her hair, gripping the curls between my fingers and pulling her to me.

I groan as her lips fuse to mine and her eyelids flutter shut, those long blonde lashes almost touching her cheek bones.

Her hands move to my shoulders, pulling me into her, and as I deepen the kiss, she whimpers into my mouth.

It feels like we stand there for hours, teasing each other, biting, licking, even sucking at each other’s lips, pouring every ounce of built up tension and emotion into this one kiss, hoping that the other recognises the meaning behind every touch, every sound.

She moans into my mouth, and I swallow it. Her hands reach up and run through my hair, her fingers tugging, pulling me as close to her as I can possibly get. I bend just enough to wrap my hands around the backs of her thick, solid thighs and lift. She gets the hint, and as soon as her feet leave the ground, she wraps her legs around my body, pressing herself into my cock, which at this point has its own damn heartbeat.

A deep rumble vibrates through my chest as I spin us so that her back hits the dark blue wall, making her gasp against my lips in surprise. I pull back just enough to take her bottom lip between my teeth and bite it softly.

Her eyelids flutter, and she makes a whining sound that drives me fucking insane. “Inside,” she whispers. “Let’s go inside.”

My mouth makes its way down to the junction between her shoulder and neck, nipping at the skin and making her hips buck against me. Tightening my grip on her thighs, I head for the tap blindly. After turning it off, I rearrange my hold on her and walk us toward the front door. Our breathing gets heavier as we devour each other, and as I stumble up the stairs, I hesitate, only for a moment, but she notices.

“Pax?” she asks, looking at me through hooded eyes filled with both need and desire.

“You sure about this?” I ask, needing her to say yes, because I know that once we do this, once we cross this line, there’s no going back. Not for me. Never.

“So sure,” she replies, pressing her lips back to mine and sealing both of our fates.

She wiggles in my hold until I put her down, letting her body slowly slide against mine on the way, the water between us making it easy. She lets out a little gasp as her pelvis rubs against my cock again, and after intertwining her fingers with mine, she leads me inside, letting the front door click shut behind us.

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INDIGO

“UP,” PAX WHISPERSagainst my neck, his breath caressing my skin and heating my blood as he watches me in the full-length mirror beside the vanity.

Steam fills the bathroom as the water hits the mosaic tiles, and I wait for the nerves to come, for my hands to shake, for my mind to drift to back to Michael’s harsh words as he looked upon my body, but the expression on Pax’s face as I raise my arms above my head, makes me feel nothing but calm, excited, ready.

“Waited for this,” he whispers, his fingers sliding under the hem of my wet singlet. “Dreamed of it.” Peeling the fabric up my torso slowly, his eyes devour me, pure hunger radiating from him. “Prayed for it.”

As the material moves over my breasts, freeing them, his breath hisses from between his teeth, and he gives the top a final tug to completely remove it from my body.

Tossing it to the floor at our feet, his hands creep around my hips, resting on the small swell of my stomach. He brushes the pads of his fingers over the remnants of dirt still clinging to my skin. “Jesus,” he whispers to himself. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Lowering himself to his knees, he places gentle kisses along my spine, licking the dimples on the small of my back before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear.

Slowly, he slides them down my legs, and as I step out of them, his callused fingers run up my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their path.

Fully naked, I look at myself in the mirror in awe as he rises to his feet, meeting my eyes in the reflection. Seeing what I see.

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