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“I—I guess.” Damn, his hand was leaving my breasts.
I grabbed his wrist and brought it back up because, nuh-uh, he wasn’t done there yet.
He chuckled and massaged them some more. Then he tweaked the nipples, getting me to gasp, as he murmured, “Good. Then give me a chance to show you what I do next is still only about your pleasure before you decide to stab me, okay?”
“Okay,” I murmured, closing my eyes, and arching my chest more insistently into his palm.
He sucked in a breath at my response and moved his fingers down, spreading them wide over my diaphragm, where the warmth in all five digits caused my stomach muscles to loosen.
My eyes flew open. “Wait. What’re you going to—oh!”
His hand slid even further down, right inside the waistband of my trousers, and it kept going until a single finger slid between my legs, right into slick heat. I grabbed his forearm, my nails sinking deep, and my thighs locked around his hand, keeping it from going anywhere else.
He paused, his index finger buried where no finger had ever gone before.
“I’m going to massage you here now. Does it hurt?” he asked.
“N-no, but…” I licked my suddenly dry lips, trying to find the words. His finger flexed, and a pulse beat of pleasure throbbed through my pussy, constricting around the digit without my permission. He groaned and pushed in deeper. My mouth fell open, but no sound emerged as my pores clogged with overwhelming desire.
“I shouldn’t let you do this,” I panted, my breathing a complete mess. “I shouldn’t…”
“Why?” he countered, whispering the teasing question in my ear. “I swear to you, you’ll sleep like a baby when I’m done.”
“Oh, God,” I moaned. My head thrashed a little, trying to deny the pleasure. “But Melaina,” I argued weakly. She could wake up and hear us. And though I’d heard—and seen—her doing much more sexual things in my life, I’d die if she caught me doing anything even remotely similar. “What if she wakes up?”
“Then you better not cry out when I do this,” was his only warning before he pulled his finger completely free of me, slicked it up over my swollen, sensitized clit and then pushed back in with two digits this time.
I bowed up, choking on air.
“Quilla,” he rasped, pressing his forehead to the side of my face as his fingers began to move in and out, the rhythm slow but persistent. I turned my head, grabbed his hair roughly, and kissed him, my tongue mimicking the movements of his hand while my hips strained for more.
Growling, he kissed me back, his body shuddering against mine until I felt the hardness of his cock dig into my side. My thighs loosened, then fell open to better receive each thrust as his fingers fucked faster, their urgency meeting mine as muscles coiled tight deep in my womb. My hips bucked against his palm.
“I bet you taste better than blueberry, strawberry pie right now,” he murmured in my ear, pressing in hard as if trying to savor the feel of my inner muscles hugging his fingers. Then he said the unthinkable. “Just imagine if that was my tongue doing this.”
That was all it took. Like the breaking of a tautly pulled string, a great release snapped open inside me, and I came, wave after wave of my orgasm pulsing through every nerve ending I owned. Indigo swallowed the sound of my cry with his mouth, and I gripped his hair, holding on until my surges settled, and I went limp and boneless.
The moment my mouth fell away from his and I tucked my face into his throat, his fingers eased and slid free of my body. He put both arms around me and held me close, kissing my temple as I trembled against him and tried to regain my wind.
“Any pain?” he asked.
“What?” I blinked, unable to think straight.
He chuckled his amusement and brushed some hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. I closed my eyes as my consciousness slipped.
His mouth pressed against my hair. “Sleep, my empress,” he instructed. “You should be able to rest now.”
Clutching his arm, I did. I slept deep and dreamlessly for probably a good hour. When I woke again, it was far into the night, and Indigo had fallen asleep against me, his face heavy against my shoulder, and his breaths even in my ear.
For a moment, I simply lay there, feeling changed. I’d always resisted this exact kind of intimacy with a man, and now I started to wonder why. Maybe because Melaina had praised it so much, which made me think I had to revile it. Or maybe because I’d seen so many people abuse and misuse the act of sex, making it seem evil and calculating.
But after one small, beautiful encounter with this man right here, I realized it didn’t have to be cold and manipulative. You didn’t have to use it for your own selfish personal gain. Indigo had been completely selfless and giving when he’d touched me, generous beyond measure, and it had felt like we’d shared the moment together instead of like two people who were gluttonously groping each other to greedily take what they wanted.
My body began to crave the encounter all over again. But this time, I wanted to be the selfless giver.
Studying the angles of his face in the moonlight, I was freshly awed by this creature that had landed in my life. He could be mine. He wanted to be mine. All I had to do was reach out and take him.
So I did.
