Sharing Warmth #2
It’s like I could just lean forward and kiss her. I blink my eyes shut to push out the world and onlookers who would tell me I shouldn’t. They don’t know what the Ring wants! If the Ring didn’t want this, then we wouldn’t be so close. It chose me to be happy, and it knew how best to do it.
I blink them back open to stare at her lips—Oh shit. “Piero’s entering.”
She frantically turns back, watching the somewhat fumbling—definitely high—Piero enter with his boyfriend.
“Should we run?” I whisper.
Wordlessly, she grabs me and improperly takes us over the boundary rope and back onto the path, swerving around a tent to put an obstacle between us and Piero.
“Where should we hide?”
“Shut up. I’ll take you somewhere you like.” Her tone is strong, authoritative.
It’s not something I can bring myself to speak against.
She takes me to the outer ring of streets, but doesn’t enter us into any café or restaurant that’s open. Instead, she drags me into the alleyway that’s clearest of people.
“Where are we going?”
She pushes me into the wall, standing above me and staring down with unreadable intent.
She lifts the edge of my chin, her hot breath tickling my lips.
They just beg for her to… Her pink eyes are looking at them too.
She’s staring at my lips. There’s circles and circles of thoughts which—She kisses me.
She’s not soft. She’s not slow. She wants me. She takes me. She makes my mouth hers.
I moan on the entrance of her tongue. It’s unbelievable.
But I’m feeling it. Her chest pressing into mine. Her hands gripping my waist. Great Ring, it’s everything I wanted!
She pulls back and covers every corner of my lips in kisses. “I know why you want to be so close.” She bites my earlobe.
I yelp.
“You drive me crazy.” Her hand grips my thigh, causing me to squirm. “You were never subtle.”
I stare up at her, awestruck. “What are you going to do to me?”
She kisses at my neck. “It would’ve been easier if you just told me what you wanted in your letter, but I can guess.”
“You read it?”
“Every last bumbling compliment.” She bites hard enough to leave a mark, licking my wound before finding a new place to bite me. Another on my neck, then on my cheek, and then my bottom lip. Everywhere her teeth can find my soft skin.
I look to my side and see large groups of people still enjoying the festival. The thought of any one of them seeing me like this, seeing me with her wounds on me, gets me giddy.
She drapes an arm behind my back and—in a voice that’s no less dominating—asks, “is this actually what you want? I’m tired of your conservative flirting. Does your smile mean you want me?”
“It does.”
She drags me back through the street, unrelenting and embarrassing me with more public affection.
“People can see,” I whine.
“Isn’t that just what you want?” She lifts me off the ground and into her arms. “You don’t get to pretend that you don’t want this after asking me for a dance.”
I sigh and relinquish my lips to being hers. I need to experience all of this before I’m rudely brought back to a reality where this moment is impossible.
Yet, it keeps going. She briefly takes us back up the hill to reclaim blankets that she wraps around me, then escorts me down the streets to her car.
Her chest is warm enough to cuddle into and…
am I allowed to start thinking about her breasts?
They’re… nice. Certainly, they’re more present than mine.
She tosses me down into the seats, climbing over me to make out while the car—the car does something. I can’t particularly pretend to be paying attention to it.
I’m only focused on her, the taste of her lips. Like the sun dying as it crosses the horizon in a rich display of colors. Each kiss feels as strong and unstoppable as death, taking me away from the dreadful living world of lights and joy into her world and her heart.
She begrudgingly stands up, but keeps me tight to her side while throwing the car into the road—engine fully heated.
“D-did you do that? How?”
She explains, voice hollow and mind elsewhere, “I was never patient enough to wait for the pilot to heat up. I would’ve bought an electric car if I didn’t have magic.”
“Wow. W-will you teach me to do that too, Mis—“
She tugs on my ear. “Call me Mistress, and I’ll lock you in your room until you learn your manners and stop trying to court me.”
I hold my tongue.
“Good girl.”
It’s happening.
It’s happening.
Oh, it’s happening.
There’s nothing else we can be doing. My heart’s racing. My body’s still. She has to carry me out from the car and up the stairs and into my room.
“Do I need to guess what you want?” She drops me onto my bed and moves back to lock the door.
“I-I want this! I w-want you to lead.”
“If you ask, Kate.” She climbs back on top of me, no shyness in how she puts her weight onto my hips. She tugs at the top of my collar, unbuttoning my dress from there. Slow. Deliberate.
“Stop.” She grabs my hip to pin me still. “I can feel you trying to squirm against me. No rushing.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You asked me to lead. You will accept the timeframes I decide for you. And keep your glasses on.” She pushes them back until they’re secure and snug.
Abjectly torturous. Embarrassing. She’s unveiling enough of my chest that only my corset, undershirt, and some padding are between her and my breasts, yet I’m not getting distracted by any amount of fucking so I have to be completely aware.
“Your cheeks are unbelievably gorgeous.” She descends to land pecks on me while wriggling off my first layer and starting on my others.
“Please, Vincenza, go faster,” I beg.
“No.”
I close my eyes and trust her. She’s allowed to see me.
She unwinds my corset, throwing it to the side and getting to my undershirt. I gasp as it comes off, knowing that the only thing between her eyes and my body are some painfully thin panties.
Her warm lips encircle my breast like a vulture, searching for everything except my relief. “It’s hard to believe that you only wanted this.“ She sucks on my nipple—too much stimulation.
My body convulses. My voice breaks into laughter. My inability to move my hips with her weight is maddening.
“Oh,” she giggles, “you’re very ticklish.” She pulls out her tongue to lick me, broad swipes turning into aggravatingly precise circles.
“Please—Gentler!”
“Do you want gentle?” A hand crawls up my thigh. “Don’t you want more?”
“N—Y-yes. More.”
“I want more confidence.” She rubs her hand up my soaked underwear, firmly grabbing it and repeating, “what do you want?”
“More!” I beg.
A kiss falls against my lips. “Open your eyes and beg.”
I… comply and stare at an entrancingly predatory smile. “Please.”
“Keep those eyes open and on me.” She rubs my clit through the fabric. “I find them beautiful.”
“Yes, Vincenza. Y-yours are also beautiful.”
Every moan and sigh I give, I can see those rings flare and glow brighter.
And. That’s. Not. Enough.
I need to see all of her. I reach my hands unbutton her dress, but she grabs it still.
“Did I say you can undress me?” she barks.
“May I undress you?
She raises her hand up and over my panties, touching my cunt without any barrier. “You have until you finish to try and strip me. Whatever’s left on stays on.”
I gasp. “You’re cruel!”
“You’re close.”
I pull myself up close to speed up—Fuck, no.
A finger slips inside me—she’s inside me—but I can’t be distracted! Even if every part of me wants to lean back and let her pleasure me. It does feel nice to be filled with her after being denied for so…
I’m not stopping! Not to admire her chest! Not to—
A second, unrushed finger enters me. Slow. Meticulous. A calm that horribly throws off my balance. “I won’t be mad at you if you cum,” she whispers. “I would love it, honestly.”
“I won’t!”
“But you want to.”
I want to…
She fully pulls off my underwear and loses her hesitation. Her palm against my clit, fingers pushing in and out.
My muscles weaken, my ears ring, and my eyes blur.
“Don’t close them. I want to see your eyes as you cum.”
There’s no fixing it at this point. I lost.
I can’t stare into her eyes and not feel my heart speed up just… just enough—
I cry out and tighten against her. For the first time in my life, I’m sharing an orgasm with someone else.
And it’s her, Vincenza. High and haughty Vincenza. Ringborn and Ring blessed. Fingers inside me, holding me close as she watches.
She gently brings me back down, taking her weight off me and moving to the side. “You wanted this…” She kisses her glistening fingers and smiles.
“K-kiss me. Please.”
I didn’t think I would want her closeness more. But I want so much more. This kiss isn’t enough.
“Did I not…” I look at her dress, barely unbuttoned to her upper waist. The bone white skin I’ve always seen on her is interrupted by purple lines where cloth doesn’t cover. “I don’t think I got close.”
“I couldn’t let you. You need motivation, don’t you?” she teases, taking my mouth before I can respond.
I pull back from her, desperate for breath. “Motivation?”
“The dress stays on until I finish.” She reaches under her skirt, pulling off a piece of underwear and tossing it haphazardly. “How do you want to pleasure me?” She grabs my jaw. “I’m desperate to feel your impudent lips, but should I ride your face or let you freely give them to me?”
“I want to be close to you.”
“Pick how.”
“...I want to taste you.”
She rubs my lips with her thumb. “You can be more specific. I’m patient.”
I grumble. “You weren’t this controlling before.”
“I wasn’t in your bed trying to get off. Now, be specific.”
I timidly whisper, “I want to kiss your cunt.”
She lets go. “You have my consent. Say thank you.”
I roll my eyes. “Thank you.”
“If I didn’t find your hazel eyes’ movement so entrancing, I’d spank you.”
“Really?” I ask with far too much hope.
“Get down there, brat.” She giggles warmly, her authority cracking into something sweet.
I stop at just the entrance of her dress, preparing myself. I’ve—It’s a lot different to have to be responsible. I can make a mistake, show my inexperience, embarrass myself.