Page 73 of Worth the Want
Knox grants it, sliding himself into me slowly to let me adjust.
“Breathe, Honey.” I do, dragging in a lung full of air.
“More,” I urge. He sinks into me inch by miraculous inch. “How much more of you is there?” I ask, and his chuckling shakes me and the bed with it.
“We’re almost there,” he whispers. “How you doing?”
“Good. Really good. I’m not fragile, Knox. Please keep going,” I plead.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Indie.”
“Doesn’t the first time always hurt?” I ask. He sits back to look into my eyes. The care I see there dissolves any of the nerves that have still been clinging to me.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, he caresses me. “No, Honey. This is only going to feel good.” He moves then, slowly. Letting me get used to the feel of him.
“Does that feel good, Indie?”
“Yes, oh god, yes.” I moan. He pulls himself out a little then, gently rocking forward into me. I lift my hips to meet him, and the sound of our bodies together makes my eyes roll back into my head.
His hand trails down the center of my body, stopping at where our hips meet. “I’m gonna rub your little clit while your pussy gets used to my cock, okay Honey?” I almost come on the spot. Those filthy words out of his mouth have meteetering on the edge.
The noises I make when he starts to circle and thrust at the same time are unlike anything that’s ever come out of my mouth in my life. I would be embarrassed if I had time to be. He pulls out of me slowly before filling me again.
“That’s right, honey. Those noises you’re making are driving me insane.”
“Knox, I-oh god, that’s good. Don’t stop, please. I’m—” I suck in a breath, and Knox brings his mouth to mine, stealing it from me. He picks up the pace a little, but it’s not enough anymore. I need more.
“More. Please,” I beg.
“Does this feel good, Indie Baby. Having my cock buried so deep inside your tight cunt,” he murmurs into my ear. I’m so close. The tension in my body is like a tight coil ready to release. “Do you like the way I take care of you, Indie Baby? How I take care of what’s mine?” I’m floating, weightless.
“Yes,” I pant out.
“Let me feel you squeeze me. Come for Daddy.”Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.I’m lost to the sea of pleasure that’s been calling my name. HearingDaddythis close to the edge while he’s taking such good care of me. I’m tumbling, free-falling. I’m sensation and sound and Knox. I hear him call my name right before the weight of him collapses on top of me. Our breathing is the only sound in the room, heavy and erratic. We just lie together, a tangle of limbs.
I play with Knox’s soft waves, feeling his heart slow and sync with mine.
“Is it always this good?” I ask into the dark room.
“It’s never this good, Honey.”
I huff a laugh, the action shaking us both. Tears blurmy view of the evening sky out Knox’s bedroom window. I can’t remember ever being this happy.
“Something amusing you, Indie Baby?”
“Just the afterglow,Daddy,” I tease.
He chuckles, lifting his head to look at me. “You like that, don’t you?” I blush becauseyes, Daddy, I do.
“Yes, Knox. I do. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”
“Damn straight,” he half growls, tickling my sides and making me giggle. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” I call as he walks into the adjoining bathroom. I hear a drawer open and then the sink running. A few seconds later, he comes back into the bedroom with a washcloth, kneeling on the bed and gently parting my thighs again before running the damp cloth over me, cleaning up our mess. My face flames, the action so filled with intimacy I’m not used to, but I’m also oddly turned on by it.
“You really are the ultimate caretaker, aren’t you?” I ask, my voice coming out breathy and quiet.
“I like taking care of you, and I want to any chance you’ll let me,” he says, tossing the rag in the basket by the wall and laying his head on my chest again.
