Raising Old Questions #2
“The future is tomorrow. And then we’ll have the day after that. And there’ll even be one after that.” I grab her buttons and slowly loosen them from their bindings.
And she’s undoing mine. “You’re enchanting when you’re stupid.”
“You’re lucky I always am.”
I don’t waste a moment once these clothes are stripped from her bodies—I jump to feel her, rolling across the floor. It’s like each touch passes through her skin and brings me inside her, just a bit closer to that heart she holds so distant.
Her touch is much less desperate, more appraising. A trailing echo slides behind her hands, leaving me covered in her even when her touch switches between my curves.
I push my tongue into her mouth. The taste of her is more potent than anything I’ve had in weeks. I need more. “I don’t want to bore you, but I need you against my mouth. Again. And again. And again.”
“Am I supposed to be bored by that?” She grabs my shoulders and pushes me. “Get down there.”
It’s hard to keep my eyes open, to stay awake even. I’m feeling the urge to close them and lie on the floor as violent shivering lulls me to sleep. But, the sight is too much not for me to give myself in worship to.
And—fuck—the smell, potent with her sweat and arousal.
I tie my arms under her legs and start with a kiss, long and patient. Something worthy of such a divinely beautiful cunt—praise the Ring for its creation.
“Kivde kilit dilakdev ixak ve. Tirit lavdexi.“ Vincenza snaps her fingers, and I think I can vaguely hear skeletal footprints over creaking wood before a soft thud hits the ground. A cushion.
“It’s good to get comfortable. I’m going to be here a while.” I stick my tongue through her wet lips as far as it will go—which is not very. Not enough.
“Take your time… I don’t mind,” she huffs.
Hours could be spent here. No rush this time around; she’s not under a spell of the night. This could spill forward into tomorrow if we desire.
And maybe we might, because I don’t even feel halfway done when she cums. The sound of her squeal is too wonderful, and kissing her so deeply feels like drowning in every flavor that dried up. Salty and sweet and black, like I’m kissing death.
“You’re being dangerously greedy,” Vincenza sighs through exhausted moans.
I can’t be dignified to respond. My mouth has its place, and it fits there so well. Her shape was made to hold me in it—the Ring made me perfectly for the space between her legs.
It wants me closer.
She wants me closer.
I want to be closer.
I need to stay here until that unassailable gap cracks.
Vincenza’s golden moans fill the small room. Her hand reaches out to grab mine off her leg, simply holding it. The gentleness contrasts against the tightness of her thighs locking around my head.
What was I thinking?
Right, uh. I’m licking her clit. In a… pattern? What was my pattern? Where was I?
“You’re not stopping.” She confidently pushes my head back into place.
I wasn’t… not stopping! Yes! Like blackness and death and… a bit like cherries.
I don’t—Have I ever had cherries? I decide to study the matter closer with my lips. Must be some blessing of the Ring if I can confidently taste something I’ve never had on her.
Her body contracts, her voice peaks, and I can tell she’s cum again—and I can rest.
I need rest.
Oh fuck, I need rest. I drop my head onto her leg and close my eyes. My limbs are killing me.
“Hey—are you… okay there?” A hand palms through my hair.
“No,” I whine.
“It’s okay. Come up here.” She lifts me into her arms. “Animation is very…” She interrupts herself with panting. “Forgive me for being distracted. Animation is intensive. Coming down from accessing the Ring… you’re starting to feel your blood sugar.”
I hum into her chest.
“The smoke isn’t helping.” She temporarily moves a hand off my back, the air suddenly whistling around us. “I’ll help you to bed. I ordered pizza earlier; it will be here in under twenty minutes.”
“Pizza sounds… nice.”
“It’s the least you deserve.”
I can’t tell if I feel like I’m weightless or falling. Maybe falling isn’t so bad when I’m continuously finding myself caught in her arms.
And then I’m caught by bed springs.
She kisses my cheek. “I’ll be back with water and whatever fruits I can find.”
“Wait.” I dare my eyes open to the violently bright world and catch her wrist. “I didn’t… I didn’t get off.”
Her caring gaze turns the slightest bit predatory, her tongue licking her teeth. “And…?”
“Uh, fix it!”
She giggles. “Alright. If you beg…” Her hand slips down my thighs and to my cunt, slapping it. “Tell me if I bore you.”
“You can’t bore me… You’re the most—the mostest woman I—“ I can’t focus with her fucking me.
“Darling, you’re the tiniest bit insane right now.”
Darling.
Scattered fragments shoot through and cut my head just for being alive, but her words shine to me like distant starlings. Touch too. So much touch…
I cum quickly, thoughts dripping out my ear.
“I’ll be back.”
I can’t tell when I woke up, or if I even fell asleep.
I had to have awoken earlier—those half-eaten pizza slices and apple on my desk had to have been half eaten by someone
It’s mostly a wild blur. I can remember every trivial thing feeling like it was more important than life, and embarrassing myself before Vincenza.
I begged for her to touch me, half-lucid. I needed her arms for comfort. I had no dignity.
How could she love someone who’s so beneath her? I’m coming up to her in the shadow of a perfect woman, with no flaws, a confident figure—and a shared cultural understanding only someone living in Roversella then would understand.
I feel dull. There’s no sting off my insults, just the soft disappearance of my shallow pride.
A tentative knock on the door interrupts my ruminating, and I toss my blankets to get up and check.
“Hey, Cata—“ Vincenza giggles, eyeing my chest. “I heard your bed frame groaning and wanted to see if you were back with me.”
I must look incompetent in her eyes. “I am… I didn’t make too much of a fool of myself, did I?”
“No.” She grabs my jaw and pulls me in for a kiss. “I just wanted to see you before I go to bed. You did wonderful today.”
“Oh—thanks, Vincenza.”
All the world shines brighter. The dullness is gone.
“I should thank you, you amazing thing. I didn’t want you to fall under thinking that I was anything less than pleased by you.” She steps back. “I’ll be here in the morning.”
Something in the way she says that makes my heart drop.
I’ll be here in the morning.
A promise, as though there was the possibility it wouldn’t be true before she said it.
I don’t want her to get away from me. “M-my bed’s still warm. I… wouldn’t mind the company for the night.”
“Catarina, you ask a lot of your mistress. I truly shouldn’t.”
“You only shouldn’t if you don’t want to. If you want to… it’s something you can just have.”
She freezes, all caught up.
“I just don’t want to spend the night missing you.”
That makes her step back towards me. “You are insufferably tempting.”
I turn my head for a better view of her face. “You… have more freckles than you used to.”
“I’ve been outside too often. Maybe I’ll settle back indoors now that you’ve made this place so interesting.“ She enters my room, stripping down her dress, and I help.
“I… I also liked you today. I’ve never had someone who felt so much like an… ally, to me.”
“Not your friends?”
“They’re friendly, and Lucia was there for me—with money—at my worst moments, but none of them are like you.” I snicker. “I can’t imagine Lucia coming by to give me a kiss goodnight.”
“That’s terrible. It’s cruel enough for you to suffer having just one.“ She tosses me into the bed and presses me down into the pillows with piles of kisses.