Page 59 of Worth the Want
“You okay, Honey?” She hums again, nodding, letting me know she wants this. “Think you can take all of me?” She takes me deeper in answer, gagging on me, eyes watering in the corners as she stares back at me. “Fuck, that’s good. So fucking good. Do you like sucking my dick?” Her knees squeeze together in response to my question as she bobs her head up and down on my dick.
“Touch yourself, Indie. When I come, I want you there with me.”
She does as I say, and her moaning increases along with the pace she sucks. When I can’t hold back anymore, I pull myself out of her mouth, coating the delicate column of her neck in ribbons of my cum as she stares up at me, mouth hanging open in a lust-filled haze. “Fuck, Indie.” I grab her underneath her arms and haul her against me. Kissing her within an inch of her life. “That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen or done in my life.”
“Thank you,” she says, a nervous giggle bubbling out of her.
“So fucking beautiful.” I kiss her again before running my fingers through the mess I’ve made of her. She smiles at me. It’s shy and so fucking alluring.
“Something funny?” I ask, grinning back at her.
“No, it’s just that—I’ve never done that before,” she tells me quietly.She’s never done that before?Why does that make my chest fill with pride like some kind of neanderthal?
“Fuck, Honey, I’m gonna get hard again if you keep saying things like that.” She nods, then reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss me long and deep.
“I would say I don’t see the problem, but I need to actually get clean now,” she says.
“Then let me help you,” I say, pulling her closer to me and gently rubbing my release from her neck, watching it slide down her body. I grab the shampoo bottle and squeeze some into my hand. “Turn around,” I order her.
“Are you going to wash my hair?” she asks, smiling widely.
“I am.”
“You like me, Knox Holloway,” she accuses.
“Yeah, Honey. I like you,” I confirm, dipping my face to hers, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. “Now turn around.” She does, and I lather the shampoo in my hands before massaging her head with it.
“That feels really good,” she moans.
“Good. Lean back and let me rinse.” She does, and I repeat the steps with her conditioner. I take a little longer when I scrub the rest of her, finally getting my hands on these torturously sculpted legs, but hearing her enjoy it is too fun for me. “All clean,” I announce.
“Thank you,” she breathes, turning in my arms to face me. “Knox, I-,” she cuts herself off, shaking her head and smiling before trying again. “Last night, this morning, and now this. I might start getting used to this.” She plants a kiss to my chest, giving me a grin as she slips from the shower to go get dressed.
“I might want you to,” I whisper to the empty shower.
I’m mesmerized by the smiling beauties illuminated by the soft, amber glow the lantern casts in our makeshift tent. Indie has completely transformed the living room into a magical looking safari camp. Lamps from every room are lit around the room. We’re lying on the soft cushions she pulled off the couch along with most of the blankets and pillows she could find in the rest of the house. Me lying one way with the view of Hazel tucked in tight to Indie’s side, attention locked on gentle hands, reaching up and sweeping through the air to set the backdrop.
She’s weaving together a story for Hazel that has all her favorite animals in it. I could watch this woman tell me what it looks like to watch paint dry and be completely captivated. Watching Hazel's face, eyes so full of wonder, grinning ear to ear, has my mind racing. After my morning with Indie, I haven’t been able to focus on much else.
“Is the baby tiger okay?” my daughter asks.
“Of course he is. He was only hiding in the basket becausehe didn’t know if he was allowed to be in the human’s camp, but once they find him they’ll make sure he knows it’s safe,” Indie assures, looking down at her and smiling.
Hazel smiles back at her, then settles back in for the end of the story, reaching for one of Indie’s hands, holding it in her tiny one. I grip Indie’s ankle and her soft gaze meets mine. We stare at one another for only a few seconds. Some kind of silent conversation passing between us. My adoration for this woman, my want for her, only grows at the sight of her with Hazel. Fear fights with desire, and when Indie finishes her story and we get Hazel tucked into bed; desire wins.
I catch her in the kitchen getting a drink of water. Walking up behind her and placing my hands on either side of her body, I drop my head to her shoulder, placing a small kiss there.
“Thanks for inviting me over tonight, I had a lot of fun with Hazel. I think she likes my stories,” she muses, setting her glass down and turning into me.
“I don’t think it’s possible not to enjoy one of your stories, Honey.” Her arms reach up to thread her hands together behind my neck, softly playing with the ends of my hair.
She grins, her nose scrunching and a flush staining her cheeks. “Is that so, Mr. Holloway?”
“Yeah, I tried to fight it, but I might be in need of a bedtime story from now on,” I tell her, gripping her hips and lifting her onto the countertop.
“I make no promises, but we may be able to come to some kind of arrangement.”
“What’s the trade off?” I ask, running my nose up the side of her neck.
