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I growl and kiss her pouty pink lips, only breaking it once we’re in the bathroom. I set her down and turn on the water, adjusting the temperature. When I turn around, Indie is standing there, looking a little lost and unsure of what to do next. It hits me that my sweet girl has never shown herself to anyone in this way before.
Instead of ripping her clothes off, I guide her to lift her hands over her head, and then I slowly peel her wet sweatshirt off. “You’re perfect,” I murmur, skimming my hands up and down the sides of her torso, giving her the reassurance she needs. “Now let me unwrap my present.”
Indie grins at me, and I can’t help but kiss her cute little nose. She lets me remove the rest of her clothes, and I stand back, admiring her beauty. She’s absolutely stunning, from head to toe. My little pixie has curvy hips, a tiny waist, and small, perfect, perky tits. Her dark hair spills over one shoulder like a black, inky river, highlighting her almost translucent, creamy skin.
“My turn,” she says with a sly, sexy little smirk. “I can’t wait to unwrap your package.”
A laugh tumbles from my lips at her innuendo. Indie giggles, the sound washing over me and blanketing me in warmth. I didn’t know I needed her joy and light in my life, but now that I have her, I’m never letting go.
The laughter dies on my tongue when she slips her hands underneath my shirt. I shiver when I feel her delicate, tentative touch. She trails her fingers up my abs and chest, making me shiver.
I help her take my shirt off, a surge of pride rushing through me when her eyes widen and she licks her lips. "Walker…" she breathes out, her little hands exploring every inch of me. I groan when she tugs at the waistband of my jeans, resisting the urge to rip my damn pants off myself. She wanted to unwrap me and fuck if I don't want that, too.
She unzips my pants, letting my painfully hard cock spring free. Indie gasps, then licks her lips, making me groan. She wraps her hand around my aching length, squeezing the fucker and stroking me just right.
“Jesus,” I grunt right before cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Indie moans into my mouth and pumps her hand up and down my dick, jerking me off as I devour her lips. She shoves my jeans and boxers down my hips and jumps into my arms. My heart clenches up in my chest knowing she trusted me to catch her. I’ll always catch her.
Kicking my pants off, I step into the shower, letting the hot water pour over our skin. I kiss the fuck out of my woman, pinning her to the wall with my body as I hold her up and anchor her to me.
My throbbing cock is trapped between our bodies, and I know my pixie feels it, too. She writhes in my arms, gasping when my thickness settles into her soaking wet slit.
“Fuck,” I groan softly into the side of her neck. “You feel so damn good, baby.” I nip her sensitive skin, then lick away the sting. Indie whimpers as her cunt contracts. Goddamn, I can feel her pussy lips pulse around me, and I start grinding against her. The head of my cock hits her clit with each shallow thrust, making her muscles tense and her breath catch in her throat.
More of her arousal drips down my dick, making me crazy with need. With hunger. I want her sweetness on my tongue before I claim her once and for all.
I carefully set Indie down, grinning when she pouts at me. “You’ll like this,” I whisper, kissing her forehead, nose, lips, and chin. I trail my hands over her curves as I kiss lower and lower. I scrape my teeth along her collarbone, then kiss the tops of her breasts before licking one nipple and then the other. Indie trembles in my arms, making me smile devilishly. “So damn responsive,” I say more to myself than to her. “Can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”
She looks down at me with wide eyes as I kneel in front of her. “What are you doing?”
I slide my hands up her thighs, then grip her hips and lean her against the wall. Indie watches me with heat and hunger in her eyes as I lean forward and kiss a trail from one hip bone to the other. I growl when she tries squeezing her thighs together. I won’t let her get any relief that way. I want her to beg me for it.
“I’m gonna lick this pretty little pussy until you come on my tongue. Then I’m gonna do it again and again until you’re begging me to fill you up.”
Indie trembles and bites her lips, her eyes nearly black with desire. “Yes, please.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
INDIE
My heart pounds in my chest, the rhythm vibrating throughout my body and landing in my clit. An intense pressure blooms in my core, pulsing and growing with every beat of my heart. Walker stares at me for a long moment before twisting his lips up in a wicked grin.
I gasp when he dips his tongue into my slit, licking me from bottom to top. We both groan, seemingly lost in the intensity of the moment. Walker grabs my left thigh, spreading me open and guiding my leg over his shoulder. I grip his hair for support, inadvertently shoving him further into my aching core. He doesn’t seem to mind.
Walker growls and squeezes my ass, flattening his tongue and tasting every inch of me, just like he said he wanted to. I feel him every-fucking-where. His lips wrap around my clit and he sucks lightly, making me convulse in his arms. Liquid heat pools in my pussy and drips into his mouth, making him growl in approval.
The pressure in my core expands, pressing on my nerve endings and making my skin prickle with awareness. My cunt pulses for him as he devours my swollen, sensitive flesh with his lips, teeth, and tongue.
Tension wraps around my muscles, pulling them tight against my skin. I feel my orgasm crawl up my spine, excruciatingly slow as Walker coaxes my pleasure out of me, one lick at a time. He growls and bites down on my clit, the sharp sting sending me over the edge as bliss erupts from my core.
“Oh f-f-fuck…” I cry out, my voice broken and breathy. I claw at his back, his shoulders, his head, anywhere I can find purchase.
He never lets up, never stops, never gives me a chance to catch my breath. Walker rolls his tongue against my clit once, twice, three times, and just as I’m about to succumb to another orgasm, he’s gone. I whimper at the loss, but then shout out my pleasure when he thrusts a finger deep inside me and curls it up.
My back bows off the wall as a scream is ripped from my lungs. A violent orgasm tears through me, shredding up my insides as it claws its way out. I come in waves, each one more blissfully painful than the last.
When every ounce of pleasure is wrung from my bones, I deflate against the wall, sliding down into Walker’s open arms.
"Holy shit," I breathe out, curling up into his chest.