Page 40 of An Anomaly of Sunlight

I slide a finger through her folds, still dripping with passion. Goddess fucking above. She is perfect.

Two fingers slip back inside her. A third teases her entrance as my thumb returns to her clit. She tightens around my fingers. My hips jerk, mind short circuiting as she wraps a hand around my cock. Carefully, I take her wrist in my hand, shaking my head as I raise her fingers to my lips.

“Not before you come for me.” I suck two of her fingers into my mouth. Guiding her hand to her clit, I command, “Make yourself come while my fingers are buried in your sweet pussy.” Her eyes widen as she indulges me and circles her clit with her middle finger.

Leaning farther back to take all of her in, I pick up the pace with my fingers. She braces herself on my shoulder as her head falls forward. I press a kiss to her forehead as she whimpers.

“You’re so close. Let go for me, love,” I coo in her ear. Her fingernails dig into my shoulder as she clenches around my fingers crying out as she comes. I slowly withdraw my fingers.

She grabs my wrist midair, “More.” Her fiery eyes set the atmosphere between us ablaze. “The next time you come, Sunlight,” I pull our entwined hands to my lips, drinking her taste from our fingers, “it’ll be around my cock.”

I pump my cock once and motion for her to turn around with my free hand. Pulling her against me, I feel my length press against her ass. I reach over her to grab the tiny bottle of shampoo from the top shelf. As I massage some of it into her hair, she laughs. “What are you doing, you tease?”

Amusement paints my words, “Just normal shower things.” She smirks over her shoulder, “Hah, funny. Two can play your game.” My movements falter as she reaches behind her back, taking me in her hand. A gasp escapes me as she pumps. I pull a hand free from her soapy hair to support my weight against the shower wall.

“Look at you, beating me at my own game. I’ll have to try harder on the next round.” Regaining composure, I grab a cloth, lather it, and rub it across her chest. She leans into the touch. “Why does that feel so fucking good? I never thought of myself having a collarbone kink.”

With a huff of laughter I explain, “Your mark will eventually manifest there. Touching our marks is… almost better than sex.”

With a pout, she tightens her grip around my dick. “Well, I don’t have any sex to compare it to right now.” Clicking my tongue, I pinch her nipple. “You’re impatient, love.” I toss the cloth over my shoulder and place her hands on the wall. I pat the back of her thigh, “Lift up.”

She’s perfect, ready to take me. I wet my lips as my eyes follow the trail of the water down her back, over her ass, dripping between her legs. All mine. “My perfect Sunlight.” Resting my finger under her chin, I tilt her head back into the stream of water. The shampoo suds slide down her back.

“Skyler!” She nearly growls my name. Squeezing the rest of the shampoo out of her hair, I drag the head of my cock across her clit, lining myself up with her entrance and sliding inside. “Oh,” she breathes a sigh of relief, pushing against me and taking me deeper, “fuck.” My eyes flutter, a moan answering her words.

As she bounces against me, I slide the cloth across her nipples, then drop it upon discovering the shower head is detachable. I’d been too focused on Amethyst to notice when I first stepped in. I adjust the temperature, then glide the stream of water across her chest. Lower.

“What are you —” Her words die on her tongue as I focus the stream on her clit. She leans her head against my shoulder. A soft moan falling from her lips.

“Skyler, where’s your mark?” I reach my left hand up, cradling her breast and flicking the nipple. “Here love, my left hand.”

She places her hand atop mine, swirling slow circles around my veins. The sensation intensifies everything. Pleasure shoots through my body, leaving my skin prickling. Her movements slow, but I quicken mine to maintain our pace. As I thrust into her, she pulls my hand to her lips. Kissing the top then sucking my fingers into her mouth.

My muscles tighten from the overwhelming rush of pleasure. “Amethyst, fuck...” She releases my fingers with a pop, “Let’s come together, Angel.” Goddess, this woman. She meets my thrusts, taking me to the hilt.

I grip her hip as that delicious pressure comes to a point. Then fall over the edge as she moans and tightens around me. I drop the shower head, groaning against her shoulder as the orgasm rocks through me unlike anything I’ve felt before.

She slowly pulls herself off me and turns to face me as we both pant for breath. She pins me with a mischievous expression. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind?” She kneels, retrieving the cloth and the shower head. “Don’t worry, it’s just your turn to get washed.”

She sprays the water over my chest and a chuckle escapes as my eyes absorb the warmth shining from hers. There will never be enough of this. Enough of her. She lathers the soap over me. This soft intimacy we’ve shared during our trip wraps a protective shield around my heart. Holding her while we slept, washing each other.

The fear of her rejecting our bond has become a distant memory. A certainty settles in my bones; Amethyst will never hurt me.

Twenty-Six

Amethyst

The wind rustles my hair as I stare at the blood-red door of Mom’s house. Breathing takes all my focus as the knowledge of what she hid once again slams into me. Time to rip the bandage off.

My foot hits the first step and the door cracks open. We both freeze. The regret in her eyes is heavy. She opens her mouth, then closes it, taking me in as if this might be the last time she sees me.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt.

Her eyebrows shoot up. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I did this.” My eyes sting with tears gathering in the rims. Mom crosses the porch, placing her hands on my shoulders. “I should have never hidden your identity... I can’t begin to imagine the pain I’ve caused you, and no apology can ever rectify what I’ve done. I truly am sorry, Amethyst.

“I believed you had somehow not inherited any traits from me or your father. You never shifted or showed any signs of being gifted with projection.” She looks away wrapping her arms around her chest. “I thought, why give you a reason to doubt yourself?”

Her eyes turn to the floor, a sadness creeping into the air around us. “And your father...” She releases a slow breath eyes still trained on the floor. “He left us.” She turns her back to me before adding, “It almost seemed like a blessing you couldn’t shift. Not to have the constant reminder of what he chose over us.”