“But what did you see?”
“Just the center of the darkness.”
Vivian makes a frustrated sound, her hands briefly yanking on her hair as she complains, “I’m so sick of every answer bringing up more questions.”
I pat her shin comfortingly. “Most of it will come in time, Viv. Just be patient and allow the unknown in.”
The look she gives me is exasperated, and I barely manage to repress my grin as she smacks the back of my hand playfully. Her sigh is heavy, her eyes focused on me as she says, “I don’t know if I’m capable of standing back and allowing her to be hurt.”
My hand moves to her ankle, that electrical current between us now comforting. “I would hope you wouldn’t have to be there for it, but since that’s highly unlikely, I think we need to ensure our bond is indestructible.”
“Indestructible?”
Sighing, I reply, “For lack of a better word, yes.”
She sets her coffee on the table, scooting closer so both legs are over mine and she’s awkwardly straddling me from a distance. Her hands settle on the tops of my thighs, and she leans in with her eyes locked with mine. “And how do we do that? Is there like a ceremony? Some dark ritual? An incantation when all the moons and planets are aligned?”
My hands move to her hips, and I pull her closer to me as I turn and put both feet on the floor so she’s sitting on my lap. “I don’t think it’s anything as fancy as all that.”
“Well, what then?”
I shrug because I’m not entirely sure. “I assume it’s just the normal get-to-know-you stuff.”
She laughs. “Are you saying it has to be a courtship?”
I shrug rather awkwardly, my hands sliding back so I’m gripping her ass. I slide her up closer, settling her over me so my dick is pressed between her legs. She rotates her hips in my hands, pressing herself against me, and when my eyes meet hers, I see the blatant desire there, the want behind those blue dancing flames. Then she whispers, “So maybe it’s more carnal than that?”
Desire doesn’t so much rush over me as seep in. I’ve had the sharp hooks of lust dig into me before, but this is different. It’s as if this was already buried inside and is just now creeping to the surface. I don’t say anything; I just sit back and enjoy the press of our bodies together as her palms slide up my chest to clasp behind my neck. My eyes flutter closed, lulled by the caress of her nose along my cheek and then her lips against my ear. “If that’s the case, maybe we should just do it.”
I choke on a laugh, my eyes opening as I choke out, “Jesus Christ, Viv. I’m notNike.”
Her laughter mixes with mine, and then she sits back, her hands resting against my chest as she says playfully, “Sorry,angel. Do you require a little more romance?”
“Angel?” I question with a quirk of an eyebrow. My smile broadens, and any funny feeling I had about her nickname dissipates.
Finally, she asks, “You don’t like it?”
“You can call me any fucking thing you want to.”
She smiles happily, the little jig she does on my lap reminding me that her pussy is still pressed against my dick. My breath catches slightly. Her smile turns knowing, and shepresses down with a little more intent. “So,Nikeor otherwise, are we gonna do it?”
Oh, I want to do it. I want to do it so bad I can practically taste it. But regardless of how unnecessary the ceremony or ritual is, I can't help but feel like the moment deserves more.
Begrudgingly, I sit up. Unceremoniously, I tip her to the side, so she ends up sprawled on the sofa as I stand. Then it’s my turn to smile, laughing slightly as she lies there haphazardly. “Hey. What’d you do that for?”
She manages to sit up and leans her back against the sofa cushions. I take the opportunity to lean over her with my hands braced against the back of the sofa, but when she raises her face to mine, likely thinking I’m going to kiss her, I instead press a kiss against her forehead. She makes a slight disgruntled noise as I pull back, once again straightening. She squints up at me, her arms crossing over her chest petulantly, so I say, “Don’t you worry. We’re gonnado it, alright. And while I’m sure time is of the essence, that doesn’t mean we can’t take a little bit of time to do it right.”
“Do it right?” she asks incredulously. “Pretty sure doing it is doing it in this case.”
I give her a bland look and then reply, “Give me a few hours, and I’ll show you.”
“What am I supposed to do in the meantime?”
“You can do anything you want that doesn’t consist of leaving the property. But may I make a suggestion?”
“Well, yeah,” she responds.
I give her my best salacious look as I reply, “Get some fucking rest. Because you’re going to need it.”
