I didn’t lie when I said I don’t like faking intimacy. Last time my jealousy wouldn’t let me hold back from tasting her mouth with mine. I know how I feel about Indy, and fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss ever since the she first time she opened that pretty mouth and spoke, but she’s blatantly told me this is all she can give me, and the idea of getting invested in another woman who doesn’t reciprocate my intentions is terrifying.
She asked me to help her come. She didn’t ask me to get attached and kiss those pouty lips until I can’t think straight. Until I can’t walk straight. God, I want to though.
Her long blonde hair pushes back into the pillows beneath her, arching her back and pushing her chest into me. Her fingers grab for the buttons on my shirt, undoing them as I kiss my way along the soft slopes of her shoulders. Finding the bows holding her dress straps together, I take the satin between my teeth, pulling at the fabric until it falls open. By the time I’ve undone the other as well, Indy has my white dress shirt completely open.
Her soft hands and red-painted nails rake down my abs and fuck if that doesn’t make me grow ten times harder.
“I touched myself thinking of you,” she admits.
Fucking hell. My dick is aching, crying against my zipper from the six hottest words I’ve ever heard in my life.
Chocolate eyes peer up at me from behind dark lashes, waiting for me to say something.
“What did you think about?”
“Your hands.”
“Oh yeah?” I palm her breast through her dress, gliding my hand up, my fingers and thumb gripping the edges of her throat. “What else?”
I lightly squeeze the sides of her neck, testing to see if she’s into that sort of thing.
Her agreeable moan vibrates against my palm.
“This,” she exhales. “You on top of me. How it would feel to be under you.”
With my knees between her thighs, I hook my index finger into the neckline of her dress, pulling it down to her belly. My eyes immediately drop to her chest. Hard nipples pull taut under her bra which happens to be strapless and black, subtle yet devastatingly sexy.
“Your favorite color.”
Good God.
I’m going to be the guy who comes in his pants from a few words. Granted, they’re the perfect words coming from the most kissable mouth, but if I don’t take back some control, this night is going to go very differently than I planned.
“You didn’t come when you thought about me, Ind? Because every time I’ve touched myself while thinking of you, I’ve come so hard I almost black out.”
“You touch yourself while thinking of me?”
I exhale a humorless laugh. “That night we went camping? I thought about you while I was in the shower and just about every time since.”
Her hands rake down my stomach again, every muscle in my abdomen contracting. “Why didn’t you do something about it when you came back to bed?”
“I didn’t know you wanted me to, but I’ve dreamt of seeing you like this. On your back, your legs around me.”
She reaches for the buckle on my belt, unfastening it. “Well, you’ve got me here now, so what are you going to do?”
“Nothing.”
Her movements halt, brows forming the most adorably frustrated scowl. “What?”
I run both my palms over her stomach and waist, loving the way she feels under my touch. “I’m not going to do anything. You’re going to. You’re going to make yourself come.”
“But I can’t,” she protests. “It doesn’t work. Please, Ryan. You said you’d help me.”
“I am helping. I’m going to distract you, and you’re going to touch yourself.” I take her hand, guiding it to her lower stomach. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course, I do.” Her eyes soften. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation, and the realization that I’ve never trusted another woman more than I do Indy has me real close to finding a condom and saying fuck it to my two-year celibacy streak.
There’s a fierce surge of possessiveness running through me, screaming mine. Her legs are spread on my couch. She lives in my house. She wants my cock.
But I internally scold myself. Tonight is for her.
“Touch yourself, Ind. Make yourself feel good.” Sitting up on my knees, I peel off my shirt, tossing it to the ground. “But first, for the love of God, show me what’s underneath.”
Falling over her, I keep myself hovering her body with one arm, my dick gliding against her center. I almost come right then, and the painful buildup worsens when Indy arches her back in pleasure, giving me just enough room to unclasp her bra with my free hand.
Fabric in my favorite color loosens around her bust before she drops it to the ground. Her tits are fucking wonderful, tempting and needing to be sucked.
“Ind,” I breathe out in disbelief, leaning back to get a better view. “You’re fucking beautiful. I mean, I knew you were, but dear God.”
“You should probably touch me then, don’t you think?”
Little smartass.
I nod. “Probably.”
Her tits are less than a handful, but when I grab one and squeeze, it feels perfect in my palm. I run my thumb over the hard pebbled peak with so much tender appreciation. Thanking her for letting me see her body, for letting me touch her.
She whimpers the most angelic cry.
Her palm curves around the back of my neck, pulling me down, and without further hesitation, I take her nipple, sucking the rose tip before flicking it with my tongue. Taking her flesh between my teeth, I gently bite, letting her precious cries fill our living room.
Her lower half is squirming with anticipation, her pussy finding friction against me. I take my time moving on to her other breast, giving equal attention and admiration.
Between us, I move her hand back to the hem of her dress, using my own to guide it upward. “Show me.”
I lick a path between her tits, my eyes locking on hers. She’s dilated and dazed, soft under my tongue. I love seeing her like this. My chaotic girl is even more disordered, unable to breathe in a steady rhythm, unable to let her mind wander to places it shouldn’t.
Looking down, I watch our hands bring her dress up, slowly sliding the satin against her soft thighs. It gathers around her hips, and she lifts her ass off the couch to bring the material to her waist.
I’ve never loved the color black more than I do now, seeing it wet and between Indy’s legs.
I want to bury myself in her, in her scent. I want to lick and suck and tongue what I know is going to be the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen, but tonight is about her remembering she can take care of herself.
I bury my head into the crook of her neck, looking down between us. My erection is desperate for relief, but I’m trying my hardest to show some restraint.
That control I’m so good at? Yeah, it’s about to fly out of the fucking window. I’m two seconds away from ripping that thong off, needing to see all of her.
“Show me,” I beg once again, fisting my hands on the couch. “Please show me.”
She toys with the string on her hips, her fire-engine red fingernails running the length of the fabric covering her center.