Blue 2

Chapter Forty-Two

"We should do this more often," Blue whispers as he eases his way out of me, throwing away the fifth spent condom of the night. I mumble an exhausted/over-pleasured response, and he laughs before cuddling up behind me. His lean body flushes against mine and he kisses the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. I love the way he's being tender and adorable after fucking me with my legs in the air. Remembering the dirty words falling out of his mouth alone send me overdrive and causes me to moan his name, and he isn't even doing anything but kissing my neck. My insides are liquified and I'm too tired to say a word.

He laughs. "Are you okay?"

I mumble a reply.

"Are you too worn out to form words?"

I grumble again, managing to nod this time.

"Why don't we lay here for a while before taking a shower? How does that sound."

"Perfect..." I manage a reply and turn around to see his cocky smirk.

"So, she speaks," he teases. He wraps his arms around my body and holds me as close as possible. His hot skin touching mine feels divine.

Time disappears from our bedroom, leaving us in a realm of serenity. We lay here in the dark, the moon glaring through the tall windows, basking in each other's presence. His fingers comb through my hair while mine randomly trace patterns on his lightly freckled shoulder. It feels so odd having the freedom to make love all night and lay still and touch each other without worrying about a roommate walking in and ruining the moment. I like having our own space we can use however we want. And I love waking up to him every morning.

A half hour later, Blue asks, "Are you ready to go shower?"

"Yeah... if you are willing to carry me," I joke, but he takes me seriously and gets off the bed and lifts me over his shoulder. We are both very naked. I shriek and kick my legs, and gasp as my eyes land on the scratches my fingernails made on his upper back. "I was kidding, you don't have to carry me. I can walk."

"Who says I don't want to?" He laughs and carries me to the bathroom. He smacks me on the butt before putting me down on my feet.

I smack his shoulder. "I was waiting for you to do that, pervert."

He turns on the shower and steps in, holding his hand with an overly mischievous smile. "Come on... unless you want me to carry you in here, too?"

I smack his hand away and climb into the tub. His laughter echoes against the damp walls. Steam quickly billows inside the room and I have to squint to find Blue's face. He mocks me every time I lose him in the cloud of fog, cracking up in laughter like he's the funniest person in the world. I have to admit, I'm giddy and at peace and laugh with him. We take our turns in front of the showerhead. There are small smiles and teasing hands lingering on skin and a few kisses here and there. When we're all clean and ready to get out, I don't want to leave, but then my stomach grumbles, reminding me I haven't eaten all day.

"Want me to carry you into the bedroom?" He teases and opens his arms wide.

"No. I can walk, thank you." I flip him off and ignore his chuckle and walk past him out into the hallway. In the bedroom, I put on plain black underwear, straying far away from anything with lace. I'm afraid he'll see me and want to go for the sixth-round tonight. My body wouldn't be able to handle anymore, not for a couple of days. I slip on cotton pajama bottoms and brush the tangles out of my soaked hair then pull it back into a chaotic bun.

"Do you want to wear this?" Blue stands up from the closet holding up a black sweater hoodie.

"Yes..." I shyly pad over to him and pull on the oversized hoodie. I have an odd fascination with wearing his clothes.