Page 24 of No Bones About It

He reaches up and runs a bony fingertip over them then nods at me.

I wink at him, then bend down and run the tip of my tongue over one pointed canine.

“Mm,” I moan. “I thought I was a sucker for vampires, but skeleton vampires? This is next level, BJ.”

He cups the back of my head with the same gentleness he always does and angles my head, exposing the long line of my neck to his questing mouth. When he drags just the point of the new sharp teeth up my neck, I can’t stifle the gasp that escapes and then gives way to a low groan.

“Yup, that's exactly what I’m talking about,” I murmur while he nibbles my neck.

His other hand starts to rove over my back, pushing down my shorts and panties.

“You greedy skeleton,” I say in mock reproach but I’m already helping him push them down.

He takes a bony finger and slides it up my night shirt, scraping the tip over my nipples until I’m breathing hard where I stand, straddling the vertebrae of his neck. He turns his hand and uses one finger to puncture though my top and rip the front open.

“Mr. Bonejangles,” I cry. I’ve never seen him be so aggressive, but I can’t lie, it’s turning me on.

He takes me in his hands and easily lifts me, bending and spreading my legs to hold me just over his mouth. I lean forward and brace my hands on the rounded dome of his skull as he uses his hold on my hips to bring me closer. I stare down in anticipation as he starts rubbing my exposed pussy over the ridges of his teeth.

“Oh,” I gasp. It turns into a keening cry as I feel the textures slipping over my aching core.

His whole frame vibrates as he continues to shift my hips from side to side.

“I love how creative you are with finding ways to pleasure me,” I say, encouraging him to keep going.

He then slides me so that the tip of the fang is just grazing over my swollen, throbbing clit, and I realize he knows exactly what he’s doing. Catalogs my every word and every move just to show me with his actions what he can’t tell me with his words.

I drop my head back between my shoulders, and my legs shake as he slides me back and forth, faster and faster. Despite his supportive grip on my body, my hips try to buck against him seeking more.

He angles them to apply more pressure to my clit while he sneaks his thumb into my opening.

Another moan escapes me as he answers my hunger to be filled again, timing his thrusts to the rhythm my hips are searching for.

I can’t help the whine that slips free from my lips, but a groan quickly replaces it as he takes the thumb that is soaking wet with my desire and slips it into my ass while he inserts a finger into my pussy.

“Yes, BJ, just like that,” I cry. “More, please give me more.”

He winks at me and then works another bony finger into my sopping wet pussy.

I hiss at the exquisite stretch that quickly bleeds into pleasure. I can feel each swell of the knuckle and taper of the middle of the bones slipping in and out of me in delicious contrast. I’m so close.

“More. Fuck, give me more!” I shout, and he works another bony finger in. I lose myself in wild abandon, whipping my head forward to stare down at where his bony hand is slipping in and out of me. Only one finger remains, and suddenly, all I can think of is him burying it inside of me.

“Give me all of them,” I say, and he stills for a second. I snap my eyes to his and say, “I’m sure. Please, BJ, please.”

We both look back down to where he is disappearing inside of me to watch him slip the final finger into my dripping pussy.

I slip my feet onto the ground at the sides of his jaw and he moves his other hand to simply support me. I ride his face, rubbing my clit over the edge of the new fangs over and over again while he fills me with all of his fingers, his thumb pulsing in and out of my ass.

The orgasm crashes over me in white hot waves as I writhe and scream. A wicked October wind that starts in my core and spreads out in waves to eclipse every feeling, every thought. All I can feel is him, my Mr. Bonejangles.

A deep rumbling boils up from his bones, so hard I can almost imagine I hear it as a great moan from him, and it helps me ride out the last aftershocks of my orgasm.

I collapse down over his face, breasts pressed into his orbits and he wraps his arm around me while his hand gently extracts itself from my body.

Once my breathing has slowed, he gently lowers me to my side and curls his frame against me.

“Holy shit, BJ. That was incredible,” I pant out just as I hear a muffled gasp and scrabbling on the outside of the tent.