31. Indiana #2
“You know, you keep ordering me around, and I’m going to think I have a daddy kink.” The startled laugh that comes out of Knox delights me. “Or maybe it’s just you,” I whisper.
“It better be just me,” he growls playfully, turning me over to my stomach. I giggle, and he smacks my ass before kneading it. I moan as he walks his hands up my back to my shoulders, then runs his fingers the lengths of my arms and back up, giving me shivers.
“Knox?”
“Hmm…?”
“How are you so good at this?”
He chuckles, continuing his exploration of my body. “I wasn’t aware that I was.”
“If you could see my face right now, you would see the eye roll. I doubt I’m the first woman to tell you that.”
“Indie, you’re the first woman I’ve been with in over three years, and if I’m honest, there isn't a trail of women before that.” That surprises me.
“You mean to tell me that you have that face and body, combined with your charm and wit, and you weren’t a heartbreaker? I think that makes you more unbelievable.”
He laughs again, kissing my shoulder. I turn over underneath him, wanting to look at him. To see his face. I reach up and push his hair from his face. “You’re special, Knox. You and Hazel. You’re really special to me.” My orgasm may have lowered my inhibitions, but it’s exactly how I feel.
“You’re rare, Indie. I feel like I’ve waited my whole life to feel what I do for you. I don’t remember the last time I wanted anything. I’ve never wanted anyone. Not like this. Not like I want you,” he tells me tenderly, leaning into my palm.
Air catches in my throat. The realization that I’m about to have sex for the first time, and it’s with him.
My body tenses, not because I don’t want this.
This is all I want. Him with me. Inside me.
I want him to know, but I don’t know what his reaction will be to a twenty-seven-year-old virgin.
What sort of expectations he might think I have. My vision blurs. Shit, shit, shit .
“Hey, Indie, are you alright? We don’t have to?—”
“No, no. I’m sorry. I want to. Holy fucking shit, Knox. I really want to, I’m just-it’s-I—” I cannot form a complete sentence. My mind is racing when all I want is to be here in this moment with him.
“Slow down, Indie,” he whispers. Running his hands up the sides of my arms, squeezing them in his hands as he goes. He leans forward, kissing my temple where a tear has escaped. Then my cheek, my neck, my nose. All while squeezing my arms. “Tell me what you need, Honey.”
“This. You. Touching me like this. Keep me here.” My words come out rushed, but he hears me.
Listens. He kisses a path across my chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other.
His fingertips run up and down the inside of my thighs, making me buck against him.
I’m half delirious at the feel of his hands on me; I can’t imagine what he’ll feel like inside.
“Knox,” I rasp.
“Indie,” he murmurs against the skin above my navel.
“I want you. Badly.” I manage to get out.
“Do you want me like this?” he asks, hand slipping between us and circling my swollen clit.
“Yes!” I hiss.
“Do you want me like this?” he asks again, sliding those same fingers to my entrance and nudging one inside. It takes no effort. I’m so fucking soaked for this man. He curls his finger inside me, and I moan his name at the sensation.
“Fuck, Honey. You’re so fucking soft. Gripping my fingers so tightly.
Do you like when I touch you like this, Indie Baby?
” he asks against my neck. I’m in a sex-crazed haze now.
Fully under this man's spell. My hips are rocking into him on instinct, begging on my behalf. I want this man wholly, fully. Locked down by him. There’s never been anyone else, and I don’t ever want there to be. I find my voice.
“You should know I’ve never done this before,” I say. My heart beats wildly when he bends to kiss me.
“Done this? Had a man on his knees for you, desperate to make you come?” God, this man's mouth.
“I’ve never uhm,” I stutter again. I’m not ashamed of it, so why can’t I say it? His eyes flash with what I think is understanding.
“You’ve never had sex before.” It isn’t a question, but his words are filled with wonder. I shake my head in confirmation.
“I haven’t. I hope that doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t have to be this thing, I mean, I’m on birth control—I’ve just never wanted to be with anyone, like that—like this. And now. Well, now, I do,” I ramble.
“With me.”
I sigh. “Yes, Knox. With you.” His answering smile is brilliant and my favorite. Bright white and on full display in the darkness, letting me see the slightly pointed tips of his canine teeth. I’m caught up in him. In so deep I can’t see a way out, I don’t want one.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks tenderly.
I nod at first, but he presses me for more.
“Indie?” he asks, his voice deep and gentle and making me ache for him all over.
“I can’t think of anything I’ve ever wanted more than this, Knox,” I confess. Pathetically gone for him.
He nods, sapphire-blue eyes boring into mine when he speaks again.
“You should know it’s only ever going to be me again.
” I widen my legs further to cradle his strong hips, ready to have him, ready to take this next step with him, but he sits back to look at me.
“Do you know how deliriously fucking sexy you are?” His words and the way he’s looking at my body make me blush but also embolden me.
“I’ve lost sleep thinking about this body, picturing what I would do if you let me have you like this,” he admits. My whole body starts to hum.
When he leans his head down to my chest, he places a kiss between my breasts before taking one in his hand and sucking on the nipple, flicking his tongue across it as he does. The action draws a moan from me, and he releases me just long enough to give the same attention to my other breast.
“These tits. I’ve wanted to suck on these since you let me fuck your mouth, Honey.” The mouth on this man. I’ve never in my life experienced something so fucking hot.
“Knox…” I whine.
“Let me take care of you, Indie Baby. We’re gonna take this slow,” he says softly, soothing me.
“I want you,” I tell him.
“And you have me, but let’s get you ready for me,” he says, sliding his hand down to my pussy and pushing a finger inside me. I whimper, wanting, needing more. He circles my entrance while rubbing my clit with his thumb until I’m mewling. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m—fuck Knox, I—” His hand stops, and I’m left a wanting, panting mess.
“You’re dripping, Honey. So wet and soft and ready for my dick to fill you up.”
“Oh my god, Knox. Please.” I’m begging, pleading.
“Shh, are you sure you want this, Indie?” he asks, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs.
I nod. “Yes. More than anything. I want this, I want you. ”
He grips my chin, navy eyes sparkling in the dim light. Those three words on the tip of my tongue again, but I swallow them. “If you change your mind at any time, at any point, you have to tell me,” he says. I won’t.
“I’ll tell you.” He nods, nudging his length against my entrance, and I tilt my hips in response, a silent request.
Knox grants it, sliding himself into me slowly to let me adjust.
“Breathe, Honey.” I do, dragging in a lung full of air.
“More,” I urge. He sinks into me inch by miraculous inch. “How much more of you is there?” I ask, and his chuckling shakes me and the bed with it.
“We’re almost there,” he whispers. “How you doing?”
“Good. Really good. I’m not fragile, Knox. Please keep going,” I plead.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Indie.”
“Doesn’t the first time always hurt?” I ask. He sits back to look into my eyes. The care I see there dissolves any of the nerves that have still been clinging to me.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, he caresses me. “No, Honey. This is only going to feel good.” He moves then, slowly. Letting me get used to the feel of him.
“Does that feel good, Indie?”
“Yes, oh god, yes.” I moan. He pulls himself out a little then, gently rocking forward into me. I lift my hips to meet him, and the sound of our bodies together makes my eyes roll back into my head.
His hand trails down the center of my body, stopping at where our hips meet. “I’m gonna rub your little clit while your pussy gets used to my cock, okay Honey?” I almost come on the spot. Those filthy words out of his mouth have me teetering on the edge.
The noises I make when he starts to circle and thrust at the same time are unlike anything that’s ever come out of my mouth in my life. I would be embarrassed if I had time to be. He pulls out of me slowly before filling me again.
“That’s right, honey. Those noises you’re making are driving me insane.”
“Knox, I-oh god, that’s good. Don’t stop, please. I’m—” I suck in a breath, and Knox brings his mouth to mine, stealing it from me. He picks up the pace a little, but it’s not enough anymore. I need more.
“More. Please,” I beg.
“Does this feel good, Indie Baby. Having my cock buried so deep inside your tight cunt,” he murmurs into my ear.
I’m so close. The tension in my body is like a tight coil ready to release.
“Do you like the way I take care of you, Indie Baby? How I take care of what’s mine? ” I’m floating, weightless.
“Yes,” I pant out.
“Let me feel you squeeze me. Come for Daddy.” Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I’m lost to the sea of pleasure that’s been calling my name.
Hearing Daddy this close to the edge while he’s taking such good care of me.
I’m tumbling, free-falling. I’m sensation and sound and Knox.
I hear him call my name right before the weight of him collapses on top of me.
Our breathing is the only sound in the room, heavy and erratic.
We just lie together, a tangle of limbs.
I play with Knox’s soft waves, feeling his heart slow and sync with mine.
“Is it always this good?” I ask into the dark room.
“It’s never this good, Honey.”
I huff a laugh, the action shaking us both. Tears blur my view of the evening sky out Knox’s bedroom window. I can’t remember ever being this happy.
“Something amusing you, Indie Baby?”
“Just the afterglow, Daddy, ” I tease.
He chuckles, lifting his head to look at me. “You like that, don’t you?” I blush because yes, Daddy, I do.
“Yes, Knox. I do. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”
“Damn straight,” he half growls, tickling my sides and making me giggle. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” I call as he walks into the adjoining bathroom.
I hear a drawer open and then the sink running.
A few seconds later, he comes back into the bedroom with a washcloth, kneeling on the bed and gently parting my thighs again before running the damp cloth over me, cleaning up our mess.
My face flames, the action so filled with intimacy I’m not used to, but I’m also oddly turned on by it.
“You really are the ultimate caretaker, aren’t you?” I ask, my voice coming out breathy and quiet.
“I like taking care of you, and I want to any chance you’ll let me,” he says, tossing the rag in the basket by the wall and laying his head on my chest again.
“I want to take care of you too, Knox.”
“You do,” he tells me, sounding sleepy. I hum.
Here in the dim light of his bedroom, I feel words bubble up inside me, threatening to spill over.
I bite my tongue and close my eyes against the sudden need to share.
This moment is enough; I will live in it.
I look out the window at the moon over the lake, and while listening to Knox’s soft snore, I drift to sleep.