Brushing her hair away, I pull her mouth to mine as she picks up pace, lifting herself to the tip before dropping herself back down.
“Fuck,” I exhale. “You feel too fucking good.”
She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, drinking it in like a starved man. To be honest, neither of us are very quiet between the whimpers and groans echoing off the walls around us.
Grasping onto my stomach and arms, she leans back, sticking her chest out, her head falling behind her and giving me the view of a fucking lifetime.
From below, I watch as Indy’s tits bounce with her, her golden skin flushed and damp. Her blonde hair sticks to her forehead, her lips swollen and deep pink.
God, she’s magnificent.
Watching her, an overwhelming sense of emotion burns the back of my eyes. I find myself on the verge of crying like a little bitch because for the first time in four years I’m not thinking about anything other than how much I want this woman.
I feel free.
I feel like myself again.
“Stay with me, Ryan.” Indy’s hands bracket my face, her thumbs fluttering over my cheeks. “Stay with me.”
I wrap my arms around her back, pulling her chest into mine, sniffing away any lingering emotion. “I’m with you, Blue. You don’t have to worry about that.”
She gasps when I flex my hips and thrust inside of her, hitting at just the right spot, then she wraps her arms around my neck and hangs on for the ride.
The sound of wet skin fills the room as I hold on to her hips and ass, moving her up and down my length. A mixture of warm breath and hot kisses pepper my neck and cheek. I suck on her tits, and she scratches my skin while I fill her over and over again.
Every muscle is tight as I work our bodies together, but mentally I’ve never felt more at peace. Never felt so right as I do at this moment.
Never felt so in tune to another person as I do her.
There’s no mistaking what’s happening. No one is fucking. This is too special, too connected to call it fucking.
And as she whispers words to remind me of how much I mean to her, how she’ll choose me at every given opportunity, how much she wants me, it’s then that I know I’ll never be the same.
“Ry,” she cries with a strangled breath.
My thumb finds her clit between us, circling it, urging her to the edge with me.
“Wait. I want you to come,” she says.
“Don’t think about anyone else, Ind. Take what you need. I’m right behind you.”
She tosses her head back, exposing her slender throat, begging me to suck and nibble, and when she comes, moaning and worshiping my name, I get to feel the rumble of words against my lips.
She clenches around me, her tight pussy gripping me even more and when her mouth falls open in ecstasy, I fall with her. My cock spills into the condom. I let loose. I fully unravel, giving myself over to someone else’s control for the first time in too long. In combination with a few select curse words, her name falls from my lips like a grateful prayer because that’s exactly what I am.
Grateful.
30
RYAN
A soft, rhythmic patter flutters against my cheek, waking me up from the most restful night of sleep I’ve gotten in a while.
Orienting myself, I find Indy underneath me, arms around me as she sleeps. My entire body is draped on top of hers, needing her to hold me like the needy fucker I’ve quickly become, and I can’t help but smile, seeing her messy blonde hair contrasted against my black pillowcase. Her swollen lips. Her flushed skin, still glowing from the four orgasms she had last night.
I’m a little bit proud of that one. For a woman who couldn’t come once in the past eight months, I’ve had no trouble getting her there.
Her smell is like a fucking drug to me, and her taste is quickly becoming my favorite addiction. Which is why while she was playing nurse and icing my knee after we had sex, I pulled her to sit on my face and gave her orgasm number three. Then, in the middle of the night, with her body molded to mine, I woke her up, slipped my hand between her legs, and made her come for the fourth time.
It was entirely freeing, to spend an entire night with Indy in my bed and have my mind clear of anxious thoughts.
“Mmm,” she hums, stirring awake. “You’re heavy.”
“I don’t care.” I nuzzle my face back into the crook of her neck, wrapping my arms under her back.
“Get off me.” She pretends to shove me.
I hold her tighter. “Not a chance.”
She bends her knees, tightening her legs around my waist and crossing her ankles to pull me closer. It does nothing but press my morning erection, covered only by my boxers, into the apex of her thighs, reminding me she’s absolutely bare besides the T-shirt of mine she has on.
A deep guttural groan escapes me as I move my hips against hers again.
If I had time and a condom, we’d be going at it.
“When are you going to let me reciprocate?” she whispers into my ear, which only stiffens me even more.
With desperation, I lift my head, snapping my attention to the clock on my nightstand, praying to God I somehow woke up early enough to have the privilege of watching Indy’s mouth slide around my cock again. She tried last night, but after she made me come twice, I wanted the rest of the evening to be about her.
In the morning light though, I’m feeling a bit more selfish, especially knowing that after my game, I’m jumping on a plane for another road trip.
I let out a desperate whine, dropping my head to her chest when I see the time. “When I don’t have to get picked up for a press conference in less than twenty minutes.”
She sighs beneath me. “Are you making breakfast, or am I?”
With my laptop open, I keep an eye on the eggs cooking on the stove.
“Hey, Ind. Will you come here for a second?”
I sense her walking around the kitchen in only my shirt, but she slides her hand around my bare waist, resting her cheek on my shoulder to let me know she’s here.
“What do you think about these shoes?” I ask, nodding towards my computer where a mockup of this year’s potential sneaker is blown up on the screen.
“I…like them.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“Excuse me, I’ve been successfully lying to your boss for months.”
“And how much of that has been lying?”
She gives me a playful swat on my ass. “Shut it.”
I nod towards the computer screen once again.
“They’re a little boring,” she admits honestly. “I think they could use some color.”
I can’t help but smile at that. I knew my bright girl wouldn’t be all that into a black and white sneaker. “Of course, you do. What color are you thinking?”
She cranes her neck thoughtfully. “Maybe red, like your team colors.”
“Or blue?”
“Why blue? Red makes more sense than blue.”
Turning my head, my lips brush the top of her hair. “Because blue is quickly becoming my favorite.”
“Either one.” She shrugs, clearly not catching on. “Whatever you decide will look nice.”
She tilts, placing a single kiss on my upper arm before leaving me at the stove.
I stop her with a heavy hand wrapped around her waist, turning her into me again. Eyes bounce between one another because though we’ve shared breakfast in this kitchen countless times, today is different and we both know it.