Page 192 of True Blue

I think for a long moment before I smile. “Capybara.”

Indie snorts and drops her head back, exposing that long neck I want to gnaw on as she laughs.

“Of course. Okay,” Indie sighs. “You say capybara, and I will stop. I promise.”

“Yes, Indie,” I breathe, excitement pumping through my veins like an electric pulse.

I smile wide enough to crack my face.

This is Indie.

My caring, sweet girl.

My sexy, seductive nerd.

I fucking love her more than air.

“Are you still hungry, my sweet bear?” Indie asks, a hand trailing down her body, over her breast, and down to her pussy, where she gently rubs herself over the fabric. Her eyes go heavy, and her chest heaves as her breathing quickens.

A rumbling growl sounds from my chest, and my mouth fills with saliva that I have to swallow before I answer.

“I’m starving, baby,” I grit out. “Please, can I eat? Can I?”

Indie smiles and dips her hand inside her panties and smiles wider at my whine as she rubs herself in front of me. I’m practically vibrating where I stand, hands clenching into fists as I hear the sound of her wetness as she fingers her clit.

“How bad do you want me?”

“So bad, Indie, please…” I beg.

“You know what to do,” she whispers.

And I do.

I drop to my knees.

And I crawl toward salvation.

Slowly.

Indie’s eyes light up, “You look like a bear.”

“I’m your bear,” I rumble, finally reaching heaven.

She sits up for me, takes her hand out of her panties, and offers her fingers to me. They shine in the low lamp light, a string of wetness between her fingers. I catch her wrist and, keeping eye contact, bring the fingers into my mouth.

My eyes roll to the back of my head at her taste, after far too long. I make sure to clean up every bit, licking between her fingers to get all of her juices. She smiles at me, that sexy grin that lights my blood on fire. When I pull her fingers from my mouth and eagerly wait my next instructions, bouncing a bit in my spot, she giggles.

“Undress me, Teddy bear,” she purrs.

“Fuck yes,” I mutter, making her giggle again as I reach behind her to undo her bra and pull it down her arms. When I see her bare tits, not just the side of them like in Greece, but her beautiful, full, pink-tipped breasts that fit perfectly in my hands, I practically lunge at her.

But she catches my chin between her thumb and forefinger before my mouth can descend. I freeze, my eyes raising to meet her twinkling blue eyes.

She has a brow raised and a small smirk on her lips.

I gulp.

“Did I say you could suck my tits yet?”