Page 193 of True Blue

Holy. Fuck.

My eyes widen.

My cock strains almost unbearably against the zipper of my dress pants. It’s the most wonderful ache I’ve ever felt. And my body feels like it’s on fire from her words. I need this. I need to be told what to do, I need Indie to tell me what to do, and I need her to correct me when I become too overzealous.

Just like she needs me to balance her out, to take care of the things she doesn’t have to hold onto herself, to share the load of her life, to allow her the opportunity to have control.

We are a balance.

We fit each other perfectly.

Suppressing my grin, I shake my head. “No, you didn’t.”

Indie leans forward, torturing me with the way her breasts bounce from the movement as she leans in to place her mouth at my ear, and hums in a throaty, raspy voice. “Naughty bear.”

“Oh, fuck…” I groan.

My eyes fall closed, and I have to reach down to pinch the end of my dick, worried I’m going to cum in my pants. She giggles against my ear, before nibbling it, and I swallow hard. The energy running through me feels charged in the best way. “I’m sorry, honey…”

“Hmmm… you’re forgiven,” she smirks. “Ask me nicely, Teddy bear.”

Licking my lips, I look right into Indie’s eyes and rumble, “Please, baby, please, can I suck your pretty tits? Please? I want to so bad…”

Indie leans down and presses her lips to mine.

“Of course you can, Teddy,” she murmurs, biting my bottom lip before reclining back. Pressing a kiss to her belly, I trail my lips over her soft skin, feeling her laugh when my beard tickles her, all the way up to her right breast.

She lets out a gaspy moan when I lick the pink tip with my tongue and gently suck it into my mouth. Her back arches off the bed, and my hands slide under her, pulling her toward me like I’m trying to fuse into her skin. I drag my lips to the other breast, leaving a trail of saliva like I’m trying to mark her.

“So good,” she moans. “Feels so good, Teddy—ah!”

She gasps when I gently nibble at her nipple, and I grin, swirling my tongue around the peak.

“Can I eat you out?” I groan, the smell of her reaching my nose and making me hungry. “Please, baby, can I eat your pussy?”

“Yes!” she gasps, and I press a kiss to her sternum, right over her heart, before gently easing her back onto the bed and leaning back on my knees.

Grabbing her panties, she lifts her hips to let me slide them down her legs and spreads her thighs, giving me a glimpse of heaven.

Meeting her eyes, “May I?”

She beams. “Yes.”

And I dive in, her thighs on my shoulders, my hands on her ass, raising her to my mouth, and my tongue sliding between the drenched folds of her pussy.

I feel like a man possessed at the first taste of her, licking and sucking her over and over again, groaning into her pussy as she rocks against my face. “Am I doing good?” I mumble for some reason, and my cock

“You’re so good, Teddy. Oh my God, you’re so good to me—oh, fuck, like that, Teddy bear—” Indie gasps, her hands sliding into my hair. “I’m gonna come—fuck, fuck⁠—”

“Fuck yes,” I growl into he pussy, sliding two fingers into her and pumping fast to get her over the cliff. And I feel the exact moment she comes, clenching around my fingers, drenching my mouth, and her sexy moan echoing off the walls. I keep licking her through it, pumping gently, feeling her legs twitch around my head from the aftershocks.

When it becomes too much for her, she grabs my head and pulls me up between her legs to kiss me. That’s when I realize I’m fully clothed still, my nice slacks and dress shirt still on, but Indie is fully naked. The contrast feels really sexy for some reason.

Well, Indie is naked besides the necklace around her neck. Nana’s wedding ring is still on the chain around my own neck, and it slides out of my shirt, dropping down toward the ring around Indie’s neck. It’s like they’re magnets, bringing us back together, not wanting to be apart.

Not breaking our kiss, Indie’s deft fingers undo my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. I let out a rumble from my chest when I feel her hands on my body, fingers scratching lightly at my chest hair, down my stomach, down, down, down, and I moan against her mouth. She cups me through my pants.

“Are you in pain, my Teddy bear?” Indie pulls back to meet my eyes, hand gently squeezing me, offering only minuscule relief.