I have a feeling of what my twin might have said, but I'm also not sure and I don't want to be embarrassed so I won't ask. Ione doesn't speak again, she turns her face from me and the sky lights up black, white, and dark blue.
"She told me about some broad who made you feel like she wanted you and betrayed you." Ione whispers just above the storm. "I am sorry that happened."
"You weren't there, rabbit, you weren't even alive so why are you apologizing?" I don't mean to snap, and I realize that I did. "Apologies."
"Apologizing for a lot tonight." She huffs. "Is this going to be habit?"
So she wants to stay with me?
"No." I speak with finality. "Ione."
She stands up. "If you're going to say something fucking stupid, or snappy, keep it to yourself." She turns to look at me. "If you're asking me to make you food, the answer is no."
As she walks past me, I can't help but to grab her hand. What am I doing? "You took my dark and made me a home." Ione's features soften in the nightlight. "At the window, I was thinking of you, even when you are not with me, all I see is you." I turn my hand so that our fingers interlace. My hand is much bigger than hers, I want to put them all over her. "…I don't understand how we got here, but here is where I want to be."
Standing up, my lower arms cradle around her waist, and Ione presses her face into my chest. She breathes deep and her fingers clench in my shirt. "You hardly know where here is."
"I'm with you, woman, it doesn't matter." My upper hands touch her face, angling her neck to look up at me. "Do not be difficult, I'm trying to be loving and gentle with you."
"You're about to ruin it." She scoffs. "Smart ass."
"Your kind used to believe the night was alive," My lower hands reach down and lift her body so that her legs wrap around me. "A force that could overwhelm and consume," She wraps her arms around my neck, and I turn walking back into the house. "That this darkness belonged to us," She lifts her mouth to mine, and I rub my nose against hers. "The night does not belong to me, I love it on you, Ione."
Chapter eighteen
The First Time
Ione
I'mnotsurewhat'scome over him, but I like it.
"The night does not belong to me, I love it on you, Ione." He says against my lips and I push my mouth against his. "Yes, woman." He moans into my mouth.
His hands, yes, all four of them, are all over my body. In my hair, on my breasts, squeezing my thighs. His tongue roves over mine, each side moving independently to caress and move against mine. Once again, I can feel the poking of his shaft right against me, and I've always been the type of lady who's very much turned on by a great kisser.
Athanasius is an amazing kisser. He's moaning into my mouth and moving my ass right on the tip of his dick, and I'm creaming my panties. I need this dress off. I need to feel something hard inside of me, pumping, moving. I love the heavy weight of a man on top me, and Athanasius is no man, this is going to be even better.
"I want to fuck." I breathe finally when he lets me up for air. "Now."
Athanasius's tongue hangs out his mouth, he wiggles both sides, breathing heavily. "After I've tasted you."
Oh hell yes.
Athanasius deposits me on the couch, his upper hands pull my dress over my head while the lower work on pulling my panties down my thighs. The thunder crashes louder in the background, lightning illuminates the room. My breath is heavy, his fingers are stuck on my bra.
"Remove this, woman, I wish to see all of you."
"The clasp is in front on this one." I chuckle, slowly undoing it only for Athy to grab it and toss it somewhere behind us.
His upper hands slowly clasp my breasts, kneading them, squeezing. Athanasius groans deep in the back of his throat, hovering his mouth over my nipples. His teeth gently clip me, right side, then the left. My back arches, my legs lift and wrap around his waist pulling him closer.
"Now." I moan.
"Bossy," Athy leans away from me, his upper arms grab my wrists pinning me to the sofa. "That won't do."
His mouth attacks my breasts, holding them, licking and sucking while his lower hands rub on my thighs, diving closer to my inner lips. 4 hands, 20 fingers, this is a lot, and I love it. His left lower hand holds open my nether lips while the right fingers begin to rub a small circle on my clitoris. My legs want to close, but with him in between them there's no chance. Athanasius licks down my sternum, his teeth nipping along my stomach before he snatches my waist up.
"Legs around my neck," He huffs. "Squeeze as hard as you want, I just want to feel you come on my lips."
