Page 58 of Worth the Want
At first, our kisses are drugging, lazily exploring one another's mouths. I haven’t kissed someone in a so long, but I know for certain I’ve never been so fucking starved for someone’s mouth like I am right now. Kissing has always been a prelude to the main event—but kissing Indie is the headliner. Tongues teasing parted lips. Breathy moans mixed with the sound of the water lapping around us.
She continues to grind herself into my near-painful erection. I take what she’ll give me, letting her set the pace for now. Our mouths find their rhythm, in sync with Indie’s movements as she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. She bites down on it, rolling her hips faster, making these sweet, erratic whimpers that have me loosening the reins on my control.
“You're a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I ask, pulling her hair so her throat is on display for me. She gasps when my teeth graze her neck before licking and sucking my way back to her mouth.
“Knox, I?—”
I groan. Saying my name in a breathy voice is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“That’s it, Indie Baby. Fuck me through these clothes and use me to make yourself feel good.”
“Oh god,” she whines, grinding a bit harder, picking up the pace. I’m seconds away from losing all semblance of willpower.
“Please, Indie. Let me see what you look like when you come for me.” I move my hands to her hips, gripping tightly and working her body against mine.
“Fuuck…” She cries out, her voice echoing on the lake, going slack against me. The noise I make as white hot pleasure shoots down my spine is somewhere between a moan and a whimper. She lays her head against my shoulder, her breaths puffing out on my neck.
I slide my hand through her wet hair and kiss her temple. “Fuck, Honey. I’ve just come in my pants for the first time since I was fifteen years old.” She giggles, kissing my mouth, my cheeks, my neck.
“I haven’t done anything like that since I was a teen in my room humping a pillow,” she admits. A laugh barks out of me.
“Please tell me this was a slightly more stimulating experience.”
Her body shakes with quiet laughter. “Considerably,” she says, tilting her head up to look at me. She grabs my face and pulls it closer to hers, kissing my lips softly. Once. Twice. Three times. It’s so sweet and unexpected. This whole day has been so surprising. I walk us out of the water, and when we make it to shore, I don’t bother setting her down. As I carry her to the house, she kisses on my neck, running her hands through my wet hair.
“Do you have time to come in? I was going to take a quick shower,” she offers.
“I’m not sure if I get in there with you, it will be very quick.”
“I’ll take my chances,” she tells me, smiling.
We remove our shoes, and I set them on the porch railing. Indie unlocks the door, and we walk inside back to the bathroom. She grabs a couple of towels for us, and I get the shower going before removing my wet clothes.
“I’m freezing, it’s lucky for us that someone fixed my hot water or—” her words cut off when she enters the bathroom, seeing me naked. This time she doesn’t hide her face or turn away from me—her eyes roam over my body lazily. Taking her time, getting her fill of the sight of me.
“God, Knox. You’re perfect,” she whispers, stepping toward me. Her cold hands press into my stomach, and I flinch slightly at the temperature. “Sorry.”
“Please don’t ever be sorry for touching me.” She hums in response. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes. Arms up, Honey.” Her smile is shy, but she lifts her arms for me. I peel the clingy fabric of her sweatshirt from her skin, so she’s left inher white T-shirt, no bra. “Fuck, just the sight of you is going to have me coming again.” I run my thumb over her nipple and watch it harden under my touch.
Exploring her body like this; unfettered access to her makes me dizzy.
She sucks in a breath. “Please,” she moans out. I’ve been imagining the feel of her for weeks. How she would feel under my hands, what noises she’d make. She could ask me anything right now, and I would do it.
“Please what, Honey?”
“Please touch me.” My dick is hard again—harder than it’s ever been in my life. Her breathy plea is so fucking sexy, so fucking tempting. I’m a man starved for her. I give in to what my body wants, letting myself be selfish with Indie.
“You’re so sweet for me. So polite. Is that what you want to be for me, Indie Baby? Polite?” She shakes her head slowly. “What do you want to be then?”
“Everything,” she says, bending to pull her shorts and panties off, then she slips the last remaining thing that’s separating us over her head. Bare before me, she’s a vision. Her body is better than I could have dreamed up, and I’m stunned by the sight. Strong toned legs and tits I want to suck. “I want to be everything for you; do whatever you want me to do.”
“Are you asking me to wreck you?” I ask, running my thumb over the dragonfly tattoo on her shoulder, so similar to mine.
She shivers, her eyes almost glowing when she answers, “I want you to fucking destroy me.”Fuck, she’s so fucking captivating.
“You’re stunning, Indie,” I tell her before pulling her into the shower with me and under the spray of the warm water.She kisses my chest, then lower down on my stomach. She lowers herself to her knees and looks up at me. I palm the side of her face, taking in the sight before me. Indie on her knees, water sluicing down her face, her body, her thighs spread wide, and her hands resting on mine.
“I want you to use me too, Knox.” I rub my thumb over her lips, and her mouth pops open in offering.Fuckkk; she’s going to be the one who wrecksme. I spread it wider, guiding my dick to her waiting, sweet mouth and have to close my eyes and take a deep breath so I don’t come on contact. Indie takes me in her hot mouth, moaning around me, the vibrations nearly taking me out. Then she sucks, and I lose all thought, I’m only running on feeling now. I grip the back of her head and guide her up and down on my length slowly.
