Page 44 of Indigo

“Fuck,” he grunts, dropping back down on top of me, nuzzling his face in between my tits as he pushes into me one last time.

His deep groan vibrates against my breastbone as he holds himself in place and lets his pleasure overtake him.

I let the afterglow wash over me, closing my eyes and relaxing into his body as he gently rocks his hips into mine, emptying himself into the condom.

After a moment, he places a soft kiss between my breasts and turns his head so that his sweaty cheek rests against my skin.

I reach for him, my eyes still closed, and sweep the damp strands of hair from his face.

I had no idea sex could feel like this. That something that I’d seen as so primal and some-what mechanical could feel like such a spiritual experience.

Until Pax, that is.

I should have known.

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PAXTON

“YOU WANT ME TOwash it for you?” I ask Indie from the bathroom door.

She turns to me, a shampoo bottle clutched in her hand as she lets the hot water cascade down her shoulders.

We may have already showered earlier, but when my girl said she needed to clean up, and left me in bed, already hard and ready for round two, I was up and following behind her before she even had a chance to reach the doorway.

Holding the bottle out to me, she silently invites me to join her.

Already butt ass naked, I open the shower screen and climb in, the steam building around us as she turns the temperature up.

She walks me through her routine, teaches me how to lather the shampoo just right, sighing softly as I massage the sweet smelling liquid into her scalp before repeating the process.

After rinsing out the shampoo, I repeat the steps she showed me with the conditioner, brushing it through her hair with the light pink comb she keeps hanging from the suction hook by the taps and then, as we wait for it to do its thing, we take turns washing each other again, each movement more sensual than the last.

Leaning back into me as I run my hands along her shoulders, rinsing off the soap. Her ass brushes against my dick, and I watch as the water streams down her body, growing harder by the second.

Once we’re both just as clean as we are turned on, she faces me, and her tiny hand reaches between us, gently grasping me in her hand. I moan softly at how fucking incredible her touch feels, and as she moves up and down, the rhythm she set driving me insane, I take her tits in my hands and massage them gently, using my thumbs and forefingers to roll her nipples every so often.

“Need something, baby?” I croak, looking down at her as she squirms and rubs her legs together.

She nods, her lips parting softly, her eyes hooded. “Touch me.”

I lean down, closer, so that I can reach her lips as I move one hand from her chest and snake it down her body to reach my new favourite place.

“Here?”

I brush my fingers through the tiny triangle of blonde hair sitting above her pussy before scissoring my fingers so they part around her clit.

With a little shake of her head, she flexes her grip on my dick and slows down her pace. I chuckle and kiss the side of her mouth, her cheekbones, her jawline, the water making us both slick, as I gently flick her throbbing little clit back and forth with my thumb.

It doesn’t take long for her legs to tremble, for her breathing to quicken, for her hands to shake as they bring me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh shit,” she cries, almost falling the fuck over as her legs give out.

I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her to me as she buries her face in my chest, my skin and the sound of the water hitting the tiles muffling her cries as she falls apart in my arms.

I pant into her hair as she stops convulsing against me, my cock leaking pre cum across my stomach.

Nothing. Fucking nothing is sexier than seeing Indie come.

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