Chapter 8
Vie
All my carefully laid out plans vanished the moment Willow kissed me.
My entire world narrowed to the feel of her lips against mine.
When she licked her tongue across the seam of my lips, I opened.
She deepened the kiss, and my cock did the same thing it had done last time—it filled with blood.
Pain made me suck in a breath as it pressed hard against my zipper.
I needed to get free of my clothing, but Inola warned me to talk to Willow about what she liked before we did anything intimate.
Wait, did that include kissing? Had I messed up already?
The fear of losing Willow just because I didn’t follow Inola’s steps gave me the strength to pull away from the kiss.
“I need to know what you like,” I panted. “I need to know so I can make this good for you. Tell me everything.”
She blinked, then gave me a sweet smile. “I will, but maybe we could start with more kissing. I like the way you kiss.”
“Yes,” I agreed and lowered my face to hers.
I’ve watched humans kissing before, many times. I never thought anything of it. Experiencing the intimacy made me understand why humans were so fond of the activity.
Willow moaned, and her body wavered a little. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her against me. She felt soft as she molded her body to mine. I wanted to tear our clothes off so we could press skin to skin, but I didn’t want to stop kissing.
Time flowed past us as I got lost in sensation and taste. Words could never describe it. I’d need more poets than have ever existed to do justice to this moment. Even then, I doubted anyone could come close.
When Willow pulled away, I whimpered a little. “Please more,” I begged.
She chuckled. “Yes, more. But maybe we could go upstairs? I want this to go much further than kissing.”
Upstairs! Yes, I needed to take her up there to see all the lovely things I’d prepared. I took her hand and sprinted to the staircase.
She cried out and stumbled behind me. Letting go of her hand, I turned and grabbed her before she could fall to the ground. I was about to start apologizing profusely when she laughed.
“I’m flattered,” she murmured, cupping my cheek. “But maybe slow down a little. Remember, I'm human.”
“The most beautiful human ever,” I reminded her, cradling her against my chest. “I’ll solve the speed issue for both of us.”
I carried her to the stairs and walked up. She shook her head. “You’re strong.”
“You barely weigh anything,” I answered. Her body was as light as her sweet soul.
She laughed. “Well done! Are you going to compare me to a summer’s day next?”
I recognized the reference but didn’t understand why she was so amused. “If that would make you happy.”
Her expression went from amused to affectionate. “You make me happy.”
I’d never made anyone happy before. It was a novel concept, and I wanted to keep doing it. “I vow to do everything in my power to always make you happy.”
“All you need to do right now is not drop me,” she quipped. I could tell I’d made her uncomfortable, but didn’t understand why. All this emotion was overwhelming, so I refocused on the physical.
“I didn’t have a bed up here before,” I explained as I walked up the stairs. “Sorrow helped me pick everything out. If you don’t like any of it, then we can replace it with something of your choosing.”
She tilted her head. “What if I want to redecorate everything?”
“Then we gut the place and start over,” I said.
“I can’t believe you mean that,” she murmured. She was going to say something else, but we crested the stairs, and her eyes went wide as she took everything in.
As with the downstairs, it was mostly one big room.
The bed stood in the very middle, the centerpiece I’d created for her.
Sorrow told me it was dumb, that humans liked to put their beds against walls, but I ignored him.
I wanted Willow to understand that she was the center of my world, just like this bed was the center of the room.
The bed was a large four-poster with diaphanous white fabric draped all around and streaming down at each post. The bedding was all a soft yellow, the color I most associated with Willow.
At both the head and foot of the bed were long, narrow tables covered in thick pillar candles of all different heights. Each candle had hurricane glass over it to keep everything safe. Sorrow had insisted on the glass because humans were delicate, and even a little escaped fire could hurt Willow.
I’d told him that there shouldn't be any candles if that was the case, but he insisted that there was nothing more romantic than candlelight. Now that I could see Willow’s face illuminated by the flickering flames, I had to agree. It gave her normally beautiful features an otherworldly quality.
Everything else in the room had been carefully considered and picked by Sorrow and me for optimal romance.
A large tapestry of a garden scene in greens and golds hung on the wall closest to the bed.
An oil painting of a lush mountain valley hung further down.
The only furniture in the large space besides the bed was a Victorian chaise and a matching chair.
Both were finely crafted and sturdy enough to put up with some "shenanigans" as Sorrow had phrased it.
“Put me down,” she asked, her eyes moving rapidly as her attention jumped from item to item.
Reluctantly, I set her on her feet. “Please don’t touch the candles, they can burn you.”
“Fire hot, got it,” she murmured with a half-smile. She waved a hand to indicate the entire room. “You did all this for me?”
I couldn’t tell if she liked it or not. “Yes, but remember, we can replace everything.”
“No, this is—” Willow’s words were interrupted by a little gasp. She pointed to the bed. “Are those real?”
I had a collection of jewels that I’d spread across the bed. I’d hoped to impress her with the sapphires, opals, and pearls, but now I thought I might’ve done too much.
“Yes,” I said, moving around her to gather the items. “I should’ve kept them in the box. Who would want to accidentally lie on a ruby?”
Willow grabbed my arm and stopped my frantic motions. “Vie, stop,” she ordered. I quit moving, dropped everything in my hands, and turned to face her. She grabbed both my hands in hers.
“I’m impressed. I’ve never had anyone try so hard to make me feel welcome,” she said.
Her words made my shoulders relax. “Really?”
Her smile was gentle as she let go of my hands. She cupped my cheek and guided my face to hers.
“Really,” she whispered and pressed her lips to mine.
Willow
Vie’s kisses were everything! I never considered myself very sexual. I had fun with guys, but sex was never something I craved. If anything, I got more sexual satisfaction from my vibrator than I did with guys. I saw sex as an avenue to intimacy instead of a way to get pleasure.
This was changing my mind.
For someone who’d never even kissed before, Vie was killing it. The guy was firm, but gentle, and didn’t try to shove his tongue down my throat. He touched me, but only to rest his hands on my hips. He didn’t start groping or pulling at my clothes.
I felt treasured instead of conquered.
Ending the kiss, I pulled back enough so I could look into his eyes. “Can I see you naked?”
He stared at me for a few seconds with vacant eyes. It was fun to watch his mind turn back on and process what I’d said.
He stepped back, eyes never leaving mine. “Yes.”
I thought he’d pull off his hoodie first, but he didn’t touch his clothes. One moment, he was a fully solid man standing in front of me; the next, he was mist, and there was a pile of clothes on top of a pair of boots. He rematerialized standing behind the pile.
Normally, I’d probably say something quippy like, that’s a nice trick, but it was my turn for brain processing issues.
The man was gorgeous. He was covered in lean muscles and flawless, pale skin, but it was his cock that caught my attention.
It was long with a bulbous head, but that wasn’t what really drew my eyes.
Unlike the rest of his skin, which was within possible human coloring, his dick looked like it was made out of opal!
The coloring was faint at the base but grew increasingly distinct until the head looked carved out of the precious stone.
I wanted to touch it!
My need must’ve been obvious because he stepped over his clothing and put himself within arm's length of me.
“Please,” he said, holding his arms out, giving me permission to touch. “Please.”
I wrapped a shaking hand around his cock, expecting it to be hard and cold, like stone. It might’ve been hard, but it wasn’t cold. He was hot, and I could feel his pulse throbbing against my palm.
Loosely gripping him, I ran my hand from base to tip, paying close attention to the colorful, broad head.
He sucked in a breath and pressed into my hold. “That feels good. I never knew it could feel good to have someone else touch me.”
Those words reminded me that I wasn’t simply his first lover, I was his first everything. First kiss, first touch, maybe even first gentleness. It felt like a huge responsibility.
“I want to make this good for you,” I said.
“Your pleasure is more important.”
I gave a little shake of my head. “That’s absolutely not true. It’s important we both have a good time.”
“Then it would please me greatly if you were naked too,” he said.
I knew he wasn’t joking, but his words made me chuckle. I wouldn’t want to be the only one naked either.
Letting go of him, I stepped back and reached for the bottom of my hoodie. It was easy to take both the hoodie and shirt underneath off over my head. I hadn’t put on a bra before leaving, so now I was naked from the waist up.
Vie’s eyes dropped to take in my breasts. He licked his lips and lifted his gaze to meet mine. “I want to touch you.”