Indigo [Try Pink Act Two] by Max Ellendale Page A

each other the rest of
the way. We kissed and she touched me, tentatively in some places, more firmly
in others. I kept my hands focused on her hair and face until I slid my fingers
down her elbow to take her hand, urging her into the bed. We lay facing each
other, embracing and tangling our legs through the next kiss. Her body was soft
and silky against mine, and her core burned fire against my thigh. I wanted
nothing more than to touch her, to claim her, to erase all the damage her
abuser caused.
    When our kiss ended and I rested my forehead against hers, she
closed her eyes and the faint tremors in her body became more apparent. I
kissed her nose and stroked her hair, loving on her the same way I used to.
    "I love you, Jilly," I whispered and she nodded, her
lips pursing with the upsurge of emotion. "I love you and I'll never hurt
you. You're my everything." The more I spoke, the more tearful she got
though her trembling subsided. She seemed to hang on to every word that came
out of my mouth as if they dripped sweetly and soothed her somehow. I ran my
fingers through her hair and she shivered when my fingertips grazed the back of
her neck. I leaned forward and kissed the shivery spots. She laughed softly and
I smiled. "I have an idea," I said and she peeked up at me.
    "What?" Her question sounded husky with her arousal.
    "No hands at all." I wagged my brows and hers furrowed.
"Trust me?"
    "Always."
    I nudged her shoulder with my forehead and she rolled onto her
back. I moved over her, kissing her softly while she tucked my hair behind my
ears. With my hands pressed into the mattress beside her, I broke the kiss to
begin moving down her body. My lips met every line and curve of her jaw down to
her neck. Her body arched toward me by the time I made it to her breasts. Her
hands never left me, mostly staying tangled in my hair or touching my face.
Pert pink nipples brushed my lips and her belly twitched against my chest. I
laughed softly and she smiled, licking her lips as pleasure calmed her
features. Only my lips and tongue touched her flesh. I left no part of her
unattended and by the time I followed the trail to her bare core, she glistened
eagerly for me.
    I licked and nipped her thighs, letting my hair tickle her stomach
then her knees. Her toes dug into my calves and after barely any coaxing, she
parted her legs welcomingly. My kisses led back to her center and by now her
breaths left her in anticipatory puffs. Sweat beaded her brow and I knew she
wanted this. Every part of her told me that I'd done this right. Heat burned
between my thighs in a way that urged me onward and, when my lips met hers, she
cried out softly and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
    "Jess," she called when I swirled my tongue around her
folds, paying extra attention to her firm nub. Her hips rolled toward my lips
and her body moved in ripples like water trickling over stones. She moaned when
I dipped my tongue inside her then sent quick lashes across every inch of her.
Again, cries left her and she bucked a little bit against my mouth. I took her
and sucked softly on her clit, flicking my tongue over her faster without
pause.
    Nails grazed my scalp, her body arched, and she exploded beneath
me. Her orgasm erupted in an almost violent torrent, sending a rush of dampness
from her to my lips. I took my time enjoying her, lapping at her in long
luscious strokes. Her hands dropped to the bed and she pulled at the sheets as
a second climax broke her. I let her down gently, kissing and nuzzling her
folds until her body quelled and her breathing slowed. She put her hands in her
hair and gasped heavily, but when she cooled, her gasps turned to sobs.
    I crawled up her body and wrapped her up in my arms as she cried.
I expected this, her tears after sex. There was a quality of purging to them.
Like her heart and mind released everything she held on to after her deepest
pleasure. I cooed soft, loving words against her ear and she nodded her
acknowledgement when I