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She does, her eyes glazed with lust and her nipples hard beneath the lace of her bra. I roll on the condom and climb on top of her, pulling the cups of her bra down and soaking in the beauty of her full and lush breasts.
“I can take it off,” she offers.
I shake my head, not wanting to wait another second, though. Her bra is held together by a little scrap of fabric with a tiny bow sewn on it, right between her breasts, and I rip it open there, her breasts spilling free.
I take her hands in mine and push a few inches inside her, every nerve ending wound tight with tension and longing. She’s tight and wet, making my control slip yet again.
“More,” she says softly.
I give her a little more until her breath hitches, and then I stop, kissing her gently.
“It’s good,” she whispers against my lips. “It’s just so big.”
“It’s okay. We’ll go slow until you’re comfortable.”
She reaches up to my face, her fingertips grazing the skin of my cheek above my beard.
“I love you too, you know,” she says.
I didn’t know how much I needed to hear her say the words until she did. She’s my future, and the tenderness of the moment makes me not want to just have sex with Indie, but to make love to her.
Don’t get me wrong. I plan to show her how good it feels to be fucked hard and fast, but not this first time. I thrust slowly, making sure not to push all the way in. She moves her hips in time with mine, moaning softly.
I kiss her neck, her breasts, and her collarbone, wanting to get my lips on every inch of her. This soft, sensual lovemaking is intense and I can feel a powerhouse orgasm coming on.
When she tilts her hips at just the right moment to take all of me in, I groan with satisfaction.
“More like that,” she says, panting in my ear. “Just like that.”
I bury myself inside her, keeping it slow and deep until I can’t stand it any longer. When I pick up the pace, she weaves her fingers into my hair and tugs.
“I’m about to come again,” she says, her hips snapping up to meet mine more desperately now.
I close my eyes as she cries out, grinding against me, and I can’t hold out another second. I thrust against her one more time, burying myself all the way in as a tidal wave of sensation washes over me, making me groan in unrestrained pleasure.
“I can’t believe I came twice,” she says, a little breathless. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Get used to it,” I say, kissing her softly.
“That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing.” I gaze into her eyes, not even comprehending how lucky I am. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I’ll never be able to hear her say that enough.
I slowly pull out of her and roll onto my side. She glances over at the clock and then snuggles up to me, throwing one arm over my chest and resting her head on my shoulder. “I still have another hour.”
“There’s a lot we can do in an hour.”
“I have to recharge first,” she says with a small chuckle.
“I have to go get rid of this condom,” I say. “You want some water or anything else?”
“Oh, how about some of the ice cream you got me.”
I smile down at her. “You got it.”
We share the ice cream in bed, her lying right beside me while propped up on an elbow, feeding me every other bite as we talk. Somehow, it feels just as intimate as the sex did, if not more.
She asks about my tattoos, and I explain the meaning behind each one to her. I currently have my regular tattoo artist drawing up an Indian-inspired “I” that I’m going to have inked over my heart. I don’t mention it, though, because I want to surprise her when it’s done.
After we finish the ice cream, Indie snuggles into my side again, telling me a funny story about a time she was with Nolan at the park. They had gotten ice cream in waffle cones and she found Nolan feeding a dog his ice cream cone behind the slide. He took a lick and then gave the dog a lick. The more I hear about him, the more I can’t wait to meet him.
Her words get softer and softer until they trail off and stop altogether. She’s fallen asleep.
I look over at the clock and decide to let her rest until she needs to get up to leave. More sex is always good, but her being comfortable enough to sleep in my arms is even better.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Indie
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“But seriously, do you know which guys are single?” Rue asks me as we take our seats in the lower bowl in the Las Vegas Saints arena. We’re sitting so close to the ice, I had to bring an extra jacket.
