Saving Boston (Rewritten)

When It's Dark Out

Our bedroom air felt thick with the aftermath of passionate love and sex. After coming down from her high, she dragged me to the bedroom, where I buried myself in her again, allowing pleasure to bloom between her legs.

She begged me to fuck her underneath the candlelight as the storm brewed outside. I wanted to give Bo everything she wanted, so I fulfilled every wish as I filled her. Her favorite scent of eucalyptus and mint filled the atmosphere around us as it disturbed the sweat created by the friction of our bodies.

As the wind whistled from the open window, cries fell from her lips. It was as if she had stopped worrying about who would hear her. The way she screamed guaranteed the neighbors would know my name; if the city didn't know me before, they do now. As long as everyone fucking knew I belonged to the most beautiful woman, that was all I needed.

Now she is pressed into my side, tightening her leg around my torso as I play with her hair. The arm propped underneath my head started to numb, but I refused to move. I didn't want to ruin this moment between Bo and me.

The cool breeze drifting through the window made her body tense. I watched her eyes flutter shut as her lips tugged upward. I couldn't help but smile at the small things that made her love life.

While the wind whistled outside, we waited for the rain to fall. Something inside of me stilled at the feeling of her hand against my bare chest. Her curls cascaded over my bare skin as she listened to the beat of my heart below her ear. I could feel the breath falling from her lips. It made goosebumps rise on my skin.

I loved how she clung to me. Her naked body against mine felt like redemption. My fingertips couldn't stop caressing her soft skin. My eyes trailed down her bare side. I couldn't stop staring at the sweat glistening on her body. Every curve appeared more defined in the candlelight. Every inch of skin glowed underneath the golden flame.

"Will you talk to me?" Her soft whisper filled the air.

My eyes lifted to look at her face. "What do you want me to talk about?"

"It doesn't matter," her eyes stayed shut as she moved her head back and forth. "I just like the sound of your voice."

My heart fluttered in my chest as I kissed her forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," she yawned into the palm of her hand.

"Why don't you try sleeping?"

"Because I would rather talk to you."

"Baby, I'll be here tomorrow," I promised. "You can talk to me as much as you like."

"I like to talk more when it's dark out."

"How about you talk to me about what you said earlier?"

A little sigh left her lips. "What part?"

"All of it."

"Why would you want to hear about me having sex with somebody else?"

I caressed her back. "Bo, if something happens to you, I want you to feel comfortable telling me about it. I don't care what it is about."

"He just got too rough sometimes," her voice got smaller. "That's all."

"No, that's not all," I tilted her chin to make her look at me. "Open your eyes, Boston."

When her caramels fluttered open, I cupped her cheek. "That wasn't okay for him to be that way with you."

"I never told him to stop -"

"That doesn't make it any better."

"After Warren, I just want to be in control," she mumbled. "I can stop whenever I want -"