Her voice tastes like beating music. I feel like I’m falling backwards into her continuously, and yet, I’m not halfway close enough. “You should make me regret my behavior.”
“I will not indulge you while you’re lost in a daze to the Ring’s influence.”
I order my creation to go die in the corner, so that I can have room to spread myself across the ritual circle. “I’m more lucid than I’ve ever been! I can feel everything!”
Dips between the wood paneling indenting my skin. Random little rocks and dust digging into where my body is directly touching. Every last weird thing my hair’s picking up.
“Everything except you,” I whine.
“I’ve told you before, I’m no moralist.” She climbs over top of me, hands landing either side of my head. “I know how beautiful the slightest, most meaningless things are to you right now. It’s great for bonding, but you don’t want to be bound by me.”
“You can’t assert what I want. I want you. I want every part of you.” I reach up to touch her salt and pepper hair—I want to see it set loose. “It would take more words than I have the patience for to describe how beautiful you’ve always been.”
“Catarina, I’m sixty-two. It’ll turn sixty-three in under a season, and that number never gets smaller. Lifetimes separate us.”
“If you’re so worried about what separates us, then come closer.” I reach up to kiss her.
She pushes me back down—not letting her lips disconnect from mine.
The ground scatters, reverberating back and forth with the feeling of me landing in it. It pushes me against her, again and again. Every part of this world wants us to touch.
“What will we do if we don’t stop? Where’s the future in this?”
“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 andblack, 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.
