Page 42 of Indigo

My skin is blushed, glowing, from his touch. My lips are swollen and red, my curls unruly and full of life.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt as beautiful as I do right now, standing here with nothing but his eyes on me.

As his hand snakes around my body again, and rests against my pubic bone, I place my hand over his, stopping him before his fingers wander.

Turning, I look up at him and grin, loving the way his chest is rising and falling rapidly.

“My turn,” I whisper, clutching the sides of his black sweats.

As I tug at the material, I glance up and realise that he’s not paying attention to what I’m doing. No, his eyes are still on the mirror. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, and hums in appreciation, watching my ass in the reflection.

Deciding to let the confidence coursing through me run the show for a moment, I slowly fall to my knees in front of him, taking his pants with me.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, taking in the image of his rock-hard cock bobbing against his lower stomach, fitting in between the grooves of his abs, the tip almost reaching his belly button.

A deep chuckle vibrates through his body, and he reaches one hand out, placing it on the back of my head tenderly. “You sure know how to stroke a man’s ego, Blue,” he says, giving me another moment to gawk at his size before bending, slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me to my feet in one swift motion.

“In,” he says, turning me toward the running water.

Holding me to his body with one strong hand resting just under my breasts, he urges me forward, and we climb under the shower head together.

I wait for him to push me against the tiles, to lose complete control and fuck me right here, but instead, he grabs the loofa, covers it with my lavender scented shower gel and runs it along my skin so carefully, so tenderly, that my knees begin to wobble from the intimacy of it all.

“Pax,” I whimper, my breath catching as he lowers himself to the shower floor after removing the dirt from our bodies, loofa still in hand.

My skin feels raw and sensitive as he reaches for my ankle and runs his hand agonisingly slowly up to my thigh before rounding to my ass. Squeezing gently and growling low in his throat, I shudder, the sound stirring something deep within me.

Looking up at me with dark, lust filled eyes, he moves his grip to the flesh on the back of my thigh again and lifts my leg so that it’s resting over his shoulder. My heel hits the hard muscles of his back, and he moves forward, putting his face at eye level with my pussy.

Instead of leaning in like I want him to, need him to, he simply grins up at me and raises the loofa to my calf.

“Please,” I beg after the fifth stroke, each one getting higher and higher. “I need–”

His nose runs along the apex of my pelvis and thigh, making my words catch in my throat.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, placing soft kisses along my skin, eyes still locked on mine. “Perfect.”

I tremble as he shifts, the warm air of his breath hitting my clit, and gasp as he uses the tip of his tongue to part my pussy with the most excruciatingly slow lick. “Delicious,” he whispers before repeating the action, this time making me moan from the pressure he adds.

He explores my pussy with his tongue, sucking, licking, nipping at my clit until I’m so close I can barely fucking breathe through the waves of pleasure. “Close,” I choke out, reaching for his hair and tangling my fingers in the wet strands. “So fucking close, Pax.”

As he tries to pull away to reply, I tighten my grip and push his head back into place. I’m right on the edge, and he fucking knows it.

His laugh is deep, sexy, and as he surges forward, latching on to my clit with just enough force to rip my orgasm from me, I come harder than I knew could.

“Oh my God,” I pant. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

“Yessss,” he hisses into my thigh as my legs begin to shake. I have to grab his shoulders to keep myself upright. “Keep going baby, you can give me another.”

He groans as he gently slides two fingers inside of me, and I fall apart. He curls them, hitting my g-spot, and I see fucking stars, the orgasm I thought was ending takes on a new lease of life, amping back up, making me feel like I’m sitting right on the edge again as he rubs against the rough wall of nerves.

“There is it, baby. Come on. One more.”

I shake my head back and forth, droplets from my soaking wet hair hitting the tiles of the shower wall, and as my body clenches around his fingers, hard, I come a-fucking-gain.

“Atta girl,” he praises, rising to his feet quickly, turning off the water and scooping me into his arms before I fall to the ground, my body going slack from wave after wave of pleasure.

He walks us through the house, both of us still drenched, not bothering to grab towels or attempting to dry off.

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