Sharing Warmth #3
“Catarina.” Vincenza touches my arm. “Is this your first time?”
I slowly nod.
“Would you feel more comfortable if I led you?” She grabs my hair.
My eyes widen. “Yes.”
She casually makes herself comfortable on my pillows, leisurely adjusting and spreading out while I stew. Then, her movements stop—her eye twitches.
“Vincenza?”
A flicker of dread and something else comes over her lips, then she pushes me under her skirt.
I’m aware of how she surrounds me in every direction. It’s scary, but I’m surrounded by comfort. Thighs that I need to kiss. Protective, strong, and probably intensely beautiful—if I could have ever seen them.
It’s easier, at least, not to be still and afraid when she’s pushing me closer and closer. I would have to be confidently defiant to be still, but what’s the point in pretending that I am?
I’m here. After so long, I’m here. I have her just within my reach.
I’m not sure what I intend with my first kiss, but it feels good.
The barest texture of her slit on my lips, her entire body pausing, the realization that her slickness now stains my mouth.
No matter what we become tomorrow, whatever is forgotten, I’ll forever remember the texture of her body against mine when I look at her.
No eyes to study her for me, I have to explore with my tongue instead. Parting her lips, searching just barely inside her. Maybe it’s a delusion, caused by the Ring to reward our intimacy, but she almost tastes like cherries.
Almost. Cherries aren’t half this good.
Her voice faintly moans, hand struggling to push me closer.
I grab her hand out of my hair and hold onto it; I’m ready to do this.
I spread her open with my fingers and briefly kiss around her pussy until I settle on her clit. Her voice is so beautiful. It’s intoxicating to draw it out, slowly, briefly. Just dances around her soft, sensitive clit.
It feels like her grip on my hand will tighten until my bones break.
I’m doing well. I’m not doing a shamefully terrible job—and it wouldn’t matter if I was! She’s enjoying it! And me too.
So unbelievably much.
Pure curiosity, I fill her with my spare hand. Just two fingers, as a default—if I think too hard about my choices, I’ll collapse into a puddle.
“You’re doing well, just—“ Her voice catches on its own gasps. “Don’t be shy.”
Just a bit more. I can already imagine her face, blushing a violent red.
Oh, how I almost long to kiss it as much as her clit. But her bud feels too good between my lips. It’s a texture I desperately need to feel in every corner of them, every way.
Her legs tighten around the back of my head.
It’s only her. There’s no rest of the world, no other minds. I have her. I’m in her. I’m tasting her. I’m kissing her. I’m the only thing on her mind.
The tension in her muscles builds and falls over, her body collapsing weightlessly. I’ve never heard her whimper before.
With how much of a drag her dress is to take off, I might not be down here for a while. So I lap up all I can, give a parting kiss, and reenter the dimly lit world of my room.
Wow.
Her arms struggle to move, her mouth fights her breath, her face is completely flush, and I think those are tears rolling down her eyes.
And she still finds it in her to giggle at me. “You’re a mess. Come here.”
I don’t hesitate to be against her.
Her jittery arms grab me, and she starts to shamelessly clean my face with her tongue.
“Wait. Wait! What’s this?” Now I am feeling embarrassed.
“I’m trying to embarrass you,” she calmly warns with the half of her breath she can summon.
“Do you have to?”
“You’re second guessing all these things I know you want.” She sighs, pulling out a handkerchief and cleaning me off with it before tossing. “Another piece for laundry.”
I push her down into the bed and violently cuddle. “That was—It was fun!”
“Was? I didn’t realize you were tired already.“ She combs my locks with the same digits that were inside me.
“You can go for more?”
“Hm… It is late.” She kisses my hair. “I should get up.”
I keep my weight still on her chest. “No. You promised that I can undress you, and then… we can… We can sleep together.”
Her heaving chest raises and lowers my whole body. Only the sound of intermittent pants. No words.
Slowly, I undo her buttons. Then her laces. Then pull off her undershirt.
Long and deep stretch marks, some the width of my wrist. From her legs to over her torso and only dying out just before her hands and face, where she doesn’t cover up.
Almost half her skin is gleaming purple scars which dazzle my eyes, and…
it’s such a shame I didn’t get to physically admire her breasts as much as she did mine; I’ll have to make up for it.
She tucks me close, pulling over the blankets. “We can talk in the morning about this.”
Our warm, bare skin meets each other’s, and I’m comfortable. More than I’ve ever been in this bed. The roaring beat of her heart is audible with my head against her chest. “I want to talk now, while we’re so close. I-I didn’t think this could happen. The Ring blessed us!”
“It blessed the whole world when it made your soul, a fiery gift with a passion for necromancy.”
The praise is nice… Ah, shit. I’m also tired. It feels safe here.
“I’ll want to do this again.”
“I have to wear these eyes in front of Piero at our bar no matter what now, so we just might,” she teases, rubbing the back of one hand over my face. It’s intoxicatingly relaxing.
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
“Shut up. You felt good—“ Distant cracks stain the air, and Vincenza snickers. “We missed the midnight showing.”
I tense up in a strange stress. “I wanted to see those!” With her. “They won’t be back for a year.”
“It’s fine. This was more fun than some lights anyway.” She closes her eyes, body relaxing, and barely whispers, “I think I’ll try riding your face in the morning…”
Not. A. Fair. Thing. To. Say.
I also wanted to sleep! Now I’m fantasizing.
Ugh.
I love her.