She convulsed in my arms, limbs tightenin’ to vices around my torso, teeth scrappin’ over my pec through my shirt. “Jesus, Bones, yes! Please. I wanna feel like I’m yours.”
“You are mine,” I grunted, movin’ a hand from her ass to her hair, wrappin’ it up tight in my fist so I could cant her head back and her lust-dazed eyes were pinned on mine. “Now in the dark, tomorrow in the light. Painted in neons or sunlight or starlight, you’re mine, Blue. You get me?”
I wished I could fuck her hard enough to brand my possession into every inch’a her, inside and out.
“Are you sure?” she asked on a breathy hiccup, clingin’ so tight, her pussy a hot clutch around me that threatened tosteal my sanity, that for one moment, I almost didn’t hear the heartbreakin’ uncertainty.
I gave her every last inch’a my cock, grindin’ her down on me ’til she was impaled, and then loosened my hold on her hair to wrap my hand gently around her throat. The bruises Rooster had left were gone, but I knew she understood my gesture by the flutter’a her lids and the little whimper that leaked from her throat.
Holdin’ her like that, inside her and around her and balancin’ her completely in my arms, I tried to convey just how fuckin’ safe she was with me. How I’d protect her and cherish her with my body. Instinctually, I curved around her further, like a shield against the world.
“Never been so sure’a anythin’ in my whole fuckin’ life,” I whispered like a confession ’cause it felt holy holdin’ her here in the dark with only my neon light to guide us. “You give me a chance, I’ll show you just how fuckin’ wonderful you are, Blue, and I think I’d be happy to spend my whole life doin’ it.”
“Don’t make me fall in love with you,” she begged, but she was only holdin’ me closer. “I won’t be able to handle it if I lose you.”
“Won’t promise not to love you and definitely won’t promise not try my fuckin’ damnedest to make you love me, but I fuckin’ swear it, Blue,” I promised, solemnly. “You won’t lose me if you don’t wanna.”
“I don’t wanna,” she echoed after a moment. “I want to be yours more than anything. And I want you to be mine.”
“I already am,” I said, startin’ to fuck into her again, slow and steady, a meetin’a the ocean lappin’ at the shoreline. “Feel like I was born with your name written on my bones, and I was just waitin’ to find ya.”
“Bones,” she gasped, and the transformation’a my nickname felt right in her mouth.
So I kissed it off her tongue and increased my tempo, just long, smooth strokes in and outta her greedy pussy, a grind at the base so she could feel the effect on her clit and the ridges’a my piercings inside’a her. And every time she gasped my name, I swallowed it down my throat like a drug. It sent me higher and higher ’til finally, the hiss’a my name streamed through her lips, and she imploded around my cock, shockin’ pulses that milked me so hard I had no choice but to come too. The deeply coiled pleasure at my spine sprang loose, and I jerked as I spilled inside her, comin’ so hard all I could see behind my squeezed shut lids was neon blue.
My neon Blue.
I pumped her full’a cum like I’d promised, wringin’ the last’a her orgasm from her in little jerks and shudders. And when we were finished, I collected her up into my arms, still connected, and hugged her close. She buried her head in my neck, pantin’ softly against my rapid pulse, and dug her nails into my back.
We stood like that a long time, and that quiet intimacy, almost more than the bone-brandin’ sex, meant everythin’ to me.
’Cause it was peace.
And my girl hadn’t had a lotta that in her life.
So it felt fuckin’ brilliant to be the one to shelter her.
“I’m heavy,” she protested after a while.
“Nah, you feel just right.”
“I have to go back to work, then,” she said on an unhappy sigh.
I made an unhappy sound in my throat, but she was right so I carefully pulled her off me and settled her on her feet, bracin’ her arms as her knees wobbled. She laughed at my cocky grin. When I bent to pull her panties up, I pressed my lips to her mound in a little kiss and then pulled her skirt down.
“There, presentable again even though my cum’s gonna be leakin’ outta ya all night,” I proclaimed.
I wished fiercely I could bottle her laughter.
“I like it,” she admitted, bitin’ into her lip.
“Me too.” I reached beneath her skirt to pat her pussy, already moistenin’ her underwear. “Gonna be hard again when I climb into bed thinkin’a ya. Be a good girl and send me a photo’a your puffy, cum-wet pussy ’fore you clean yourself up, yeah?”
A little shiver made her teeth click together. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“You okay?” I checked, bendin’ at the knee to bring me closer to eye level. “You seem shaky.”
A huff’a air through parted lips. “I feel shaky, honestly. Probably because you’re changing my whole world.”
