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Roark dropped behind her, ran his hands along the insides of her thighs, and spread her farther apart. He dipped a thick finger inside her, finding her slick, ready as she wiggled against the intrusion. He fisted himself, nudging at her wet entrance. She arched into him, shoving him back. He grabbed her hips. “I’ll do the work. You enjoy.”
Gods. She was a perfect fit. He inched in. Pulled out. In. He enjoyed each sliding contact with her sheath.
Indigo bucked, forcing him deeper. He tightened his grip on her hips when she cast a frustrated look over her shoulder. “Stop teasing.”
“I haven’t started to play yet, Indy. You’ve tortured me all day. It’s my turn.”
“I just gave you the blow job of your life.”
“True. You deserve my full attention.” He slammed deep inside her.
Indigo fell forward, dropping her elbows to the floor. “Damn. Yes. More.”
Roark pulled out. He hammered in again, setting a frantic rhythm, the pace hard, fast. He reached around to finger Indigo’s clit.
She moaned, grinding against him.
“Come for me.” Roark’s groin slapped against Indigo’s ass, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room along with their pleasured moans.
“Harder,” she pleaded.
He wrapped a fist in her hair, pulling her back while he pounded into her, his other hand stroking her pussy.
She stilled, calling out his name.
With Indy satisfied, Roark took care of himself. Both hands bruising on her hips, he drew nearly out. When he slammed forward, her muscles tightened around him, squeezing him, speeding him to completion. He rocked forward, crushing her against him. He couldn’t stop the storms from gathering in his eyes. He shot streaks of lightning across the room while his seed spilled into his Indy.
Roark leaned his spent body over her, pushing onto his flexed arms to keep his weight off. He withdrew and rolled with her. “That’s better than I dreamed.”
He held Indigo until he could think. Then he scooped her off the floor, heading for the shower.
When he stood her on her feet, she glanced down. “Damn, shifter. You’ve still got a stiffy. What am I going to do with you?”
“I have a few ideas.”
He fisted his cock, stroking, pumping.
“Can I watch?”
“Only if I get to watch you.” He gripped himself tighter, imagining his hand was Indy’s pussy. Stroke. Stroke.
“Deal.”
With her eyes eating him up, he shot onto the tile wall. “Your turn. Sit on the bench. Spread your legs wide so I can see.”
Water dripping down her hair, Indy fingered herself, driving Roark crazy. “Like this?” she teased.
He dropped to his knees, no longer able to watch. He wanted full participation. “Stop. This is my job.”
He spread her folds with his thumbs. He bent, licking, sucking his Indy. Delicious.
With a hand braced on her knee, he told her to hold still. He returned to his task, plunging his tongue inside her, his finger circling and rubbing her clit.
Her palms smacked the tile. Then she grabbed his temples, guiding him where she wanted.
Pressing harder on her sensitive nub, he wrenched a scream from her, her long orgasm music to his ears.
After a few moments to catch his breath, he dried her off in a less-than-fluffy towel and carried a sated but exhausted Indy to the bed.
