So, I give her a few more.With my fingers.My mouth.Everything for her.
She cries out my name each time, and I’ll never tire of the breathy, aching way she says it.
Her legs loosen off my back, and she says, “Let me have you inside me… please.”
I satiate her with a deep kiss, and her legs slip around me, desperate for more.I’m still kissing her when I push inside her.
Still kissing while we moan at the same time over how damn tight and deep and perfect it feels.
Still kissing when I take her tied hands from off the post and hook them over my shoulders instead.Tying her to me.
“I need you closer,” I whisper against her lips, and her arms clutch me.I lean back, bringing her with me.
And we’re still kissing when she comes again, and I soon follow.
Arms linked around my neck, she collapses against me.“Henry, that was…”
“Yeah, it was.”
She shivers against me, as if she’s reliving her orgasm in echoes.“I’ve never done that.”
“Me, neither.Never wanted to before,” I say, kissing and nuzzling her neck.“Thanks for trusting me.”
She leans up, catching my eyes in hers like she’s surprised.“I-I do trust you.Onlyyou.”
“Mmm, I love it when you speak of me in absolutes.”
She groans, but smirks.“Onlywith you.”
I sit up, bringing her with me, and gently ease her arms over my head.She holds her tangled wrists between us, and I start to untie them.
“Henry, you willalwaysbethatguy for me.I willneverforget tonight.”
I smile at her declaration, but there’s sadness behind it, creeping in.It feels like she’s letting me down easy, and in the end, when she leaves again, she’ll say, “At least we had prom.”Our better ending is still an ending.
The scarf falls away, but I hold her hands tightly between us.“Go anywhere, Venus, butstaywith me.Makemeyour fixed constant.I’m yours.Wherever your adventures take you.Okay?”
Her brow kinks with distress that I don’t understand.If I’m her guyalways, then agreeing to be with me regardless of her job or location should be a logical extension of her promise.
“I-I…”
Gently, I massage her wrists in case they might be sore, and wait for her to tell me what she’s feeling.
With a light smile, she tugs her hands free from mine, and her fingertips trail down my chest.“Henry, I-I’m wilting.”
“Wilting?”
“That’s what a botanist says when she’s tired.”
“A joke?From Dr.Venus Blake?That’s um… unexpected,” I chuckle through the hurt I feel over her quick diversion.
“I have my moments,” she says.
“Yeah, I know.Let’s sleep then.I have a big day planned for us tomorrow,” I say, trying to sound upbeat.I set her scarf on the bedside table, half-wondering if I should tie our wrists together to make sure she doesn’t slip away in the night.
Once we’re settled, I curl behind her, kissing her bare shoulder.I’m about to whisper goodnight when her voice, soft and unsure, cuts me off.
“You invited Maggie and Fred to prom?”
