Page 43 of Indigo

He turns into the bedroom and carefully places me down on the bright orange quilt draped over my bed. His eyes roam over me as he raises his hand, runs it through his damp facial hair, and smiles behind his palm. He shakes his head as if he can’t believe that I’m real, that this is happening, that I’m really lying naked and ready before him.

He takes another moment before slowly crawling onto the bed and on top of me. “Want you,” he whispers, wedging himself between my thighs and leaning down. The kiss he places on my lips is hard, needy, and leaves the faintest taste of my arousal behind as he moves down my neck. “Need you, Blue.”

I nod, delirious, my pussy still pulsing.

Bracing on his forearms, he lowers himself so that our bodies are pressed tightly together.

The hairs on his chest rub against my sensitive nipples, and I gasp from the sensation.

I feel his cock twitch against my stomach as the sound leaves my mouth, and I raise my pelvis, trying to let him know I’m ready.

“You okay?” he whispers, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it as he kisses along my collarbone, up my jaw, and lingers beside my ear, waiting for my reply.

“Mhmmm,” I hum, closing my eyes and arching my back as he licks his way down my body, the sensation making everything ache.

“Please,” I beg, not caring how needy I sound right now.

He takes one nipple into his mouth as he reaches my chest, using his tongue to tease it, the suction driving me wild. I lift my hips again, trying to make contact with something, anything, to give me the friction I need to ease the aching between my thighs.

“Shhh,” he whispers, licking along my sternum after releasing my nipple with a pop. “I’ve got you, baby.”

My eyes snap open as his body rises from its position above mine, and I prop myself up on my forearms so that I can see what he’s doing. As he disappears from the room, I frown in confusion, but before I can call out, he reappears with his wallet in hand.

Pulling out a condom and tossing his wallet to the floor, he tears open the foil packet with his teeth, and then slowly rolls on the condom down his length, his hungry eyes watching me, unable to look away.

I lick my lips at the sight and fight the urge to reach between my legs and take care of business myself. He chuckles under his breath as I squirm slightly, and joins me back on the bed, settling himself between my thighs again, his body weight forcing me to drop back down onto the mattress, and let him take control.

Cradling my face with his hands, using his elbow for support, he adjusts his position so that his cock is at my entrance. His thumbs brush my cheeks and his eyes dart back and forth between mine as he whispers, “Ready?”

I nod, and reach up to grip his biceps as he slides his palm down my thigh, adjusting my leg so that my foot rests against the small of his back. The position change allows the tip of his cock to slide inside of me and we both moan in unison.

“Fuck,” he hisses, dropping his face into my neck and panting against my skin. I push up against him, forcing him in deeper. “Fuck, Blue,” he grunts as he tries to work his way into me with small thrusts, making my foot bounce against his back. “Tight. So fucking tight.”

I can’t speak, or form the words, so nothing but a low whine comes out of my mouth as he pushes in further, hitting places inside me that have never been touched.

“Big,” I whisper, my nails sinking into his arms as he keeps going.

“That’s not all of me, beautiful,” he chuckles darkly, his voice raw. “Ready for the rest?”

I nod frantically as he bites into the side of my neck, and with more force, pushes all the way inside me. I jump as his cock nudges against my cervix, and cry out from the sensation.

“That’s it,” he groans, moving his hand from my thigh to my ass cheek, lifting my hips slightly off the bed. “Good fucking girl.”

I moan, closing my eyes and losing myself in the sensation of Pax being this deep, but within seconds, his hand releases my ass and grips my jaw, holding it firmly. “Eyes on me, Blue. Give me those fucking indigo eyes I crave all day, every day.”

I slowly open, looking at him through hooded eyes, overwhelmed by the emotion that hits me as we connect.

While he slides in and out of me, adoration pouring out of him and into me, the magnitude of what we’re doing right now hits me. It’s all too much, and as I blink, a tear escapes the corner of my eye and slides down my cheek.

“Got you,” he whispers, fusing his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly, pulling away just enough to add, “Always got you.”

The kiss turns heated, urgent, as he picks up his pace and puts his hand back in its previous position to angle my hips perfectly. It’s almost bruising, and my nails rake along his back, surely leaving marks behind as he continues.

His nostrils flare as he pounds me into the mattress, his movements becoming more erratic, uncoordinated. He lets out a low, guttural moan as he pulls away from our kiss and buries his head in my neck. “Mine,” he groans, and I fall apart all over again.

“Yes. Fuck yes,” he says, pulling himself up onto his knees quickly. Both hands slide around my hips, and he holds my lower body in mid-air. Using his grip on me alone, he pulls me on and off his cock, hitting my g-spot over and over as my orgasm just. Keeps. Going.

“Keep coming, baby, I’m right there.” His grip tightens to the point of pain, the sting causing me to cry out as he wrings every ounce of pleasure from my body.

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