We’ve always been inevitable.
“That’s right, Indigo. You have.” I withdraw my fingers and give my dick a slow stroke, coating my length in her. Can’t waste a single drop. Then I reach into my bedside table, pull out a condom, and quickly put it on. “Are you ready for me to show you how good it feels to be mine?”
Indie’s tongue drags across her lower lip before she sucks it between her teeth. Her pupils are yawning chasms. “Yes.”
She gasps when I drag the head of my dick through her folds, bumping it against her swollen clit. It’s intoxicating. She feels so good. So soft and warm. So fucking wet. My muscles quiver from the strain of holding back as I line myself up at her entrance and slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, push inside of her.
“Oh my god.” The words are a garbled mess as she thrashes her head against the pillow, her hips rising in an attempt to take more of me. “Bash, please.”
“I know.” I murmur, dragging kisses up the column of her throat. “I know what you need, baby. Hold still and let me give it to you.”
I go still when I bottom out inside of her, but Indie is anything but. She writhes and wiggles beneath me, incoherent pleas spilling from her parted lips. I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes closed, forcing myself to take deep, measured breaths as need and pleasure coalesce and tighten at the base of my spine.
I will not come yet.
Control. You’re in control.
“Please, please, please,” Indie chants, her wrists flexing in my hand. She tries to break free, but I tighten my hold.
“You need me to move?”
“Yes,” she cries.
I withdraw slowly, letting her feel every single inch of me as I revel in the soft give of her body beneath mine. Sweat slicks both of our skin as heat builds between us, and I grapple with my control. “You feel so much better than I could have imagined,” I say on a groan as I push forward, filling her again. “You’re perfect.”
She shakes her head, thrashing as I bottom out again.
“You. Are. Perfect.” I’m not slow this time. She doesn’t believe me when I tell her she’s perfect? Fuck that. I’ll show her how much I want her. How perfect she is for me. Hell, I’ll make sure she feels it days from now. “Made for me.”
Indie’s hips rise to meet me when I pick up the pace, fucking her the way we both need. I release her hands and run my fingers over her cheekbones, cupping her face as I press my lips to hers. We move against each other, her softness giving way to the hard, sharp parts of me, her mouth opening, allowing me to sweep my tongue over hers.
Reality narrows. It’s just her and me. Just our bodies moving together like they were made to, our hearts beating to the same rhythm, our gasps and moans creating a soundtrack I’ll always be able to recall.
My thrusts speed up, along with my heartbeat. Our bodies slide against each other as our movements become frantic and primal.
“Mine,” I rasp. “You are mine.”
I’m not letting this woman go. Never again. I’ll convince her to stay with me, or I’ll follow her anywhere. No one has ever made me feel like this. Like I’m somehow both wound too tight and unraveling all at once. It takes everything in me not to blurt out three words Indie is not ready to hear.
But I think them.
“Bash.” Indie gasps, her body going taut beneath me as my movements grow erratic. When she looks up at me, her lashes are wet, and tears pool in her eyes. A single droplet slides down her face, and I brush it away with my thumb before sucking the salt of it off my skin.
The sight of her, sweat-slick and flushed with pleasure, the same emotions causing my chest to expand and tighten reflected in her tearful eyes, pushes me over the edge. Pleasure, hot and electric, tingles up my spine.
“Indie. Fuck, baby. Fuck.” My hips slap against her soft thighs, the sound punctuating her cries and moans. My back stings as she rakes her nails across my skin before digging into my shoulders and clinging to me like she’s afraid she’ll float away if she doesn’t.
“Oh, god, I’m gonna come,” she says through panted breaths.
I’m right there with her.
“Give me what’s mine, baby. Come for me.”
Indie cries out, her back arching, fingers digging into my shoulders as she flutters around me. I fuck her hard and fast, and those flutters deepen and intensify until she’s strangling my dick and I come with a shout.
Tangling my fingers in her sweat-soaked hair, I claim Indie’s lips in a bruising kiss as I buck into her, lost to the euphoria of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
Indie twitches as aftershocks ripple through her. I wrap my arms around her, not leaving the warmth of her body as I roll us so I’m on my back and her cheek rests on my chest. Neither of us speaks as she snuggles close and I run my fingers through her tangled strands, careful not to pull at any knots.