She tosses me down into the seats, climbing over me to make out while the car—the car does something. I can’t particularly pretend to be paying attention to it.
I’m only focused on her, the taste of her lips. Like the sun dying as it crosses the horizon in a rich display of colors. Each kiss feels as strong and unstoppable as death, taking me away from the dreadful living world of lights and joy into her world and her heart.
She begrudgingly stands up, but keeps me tight to her side while throwing the car into the road—engine fully heated.
“D-did you do that? How?”
She explains, voice hollow and mind elsewhere, “I was never patient enough to wait for the pilot to heat up. I would’ve bought an electric car if I didn’t have magic.”
“Wow. W-will you teach me to do that too, Mis—“
She tugs on my ear. “Call me Mistress, and I’ll lock you in your room until you learn your manners and stop trying to court me.”
I hold my tongue.
“Good girl.”
It’s happening.
It’s happening.
Oh, it’s happening.
There’s nothing else we can be doing. My heart’s racing. My body’s still. She has to carry me out from the car and up the stairs and into my room.
“Do I need to guess what you want?” She drops me onto my bed and moves back to lock the door.
“I-I want this! I w-want you to lead.”
“If you ask, Kate.” She climbs back on top of me, no shyness in how she puts her weight onto my hips. She tugs at the top of my collar, unbuttoning my dress from there. Slow. Deliberate.
“Stop.” She grabs my hip to pin me still. “I can feel you trying to squirm against me. No rushing.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You asked me to lead. You will accept the timeframes I decide for you. And keep your glasses on.” She pushes them back until they’re secure and snug.
Abjectly torturous. Embarrassing. She’s unveiling enough of my chest that only my corset, undershirt, and some padding are between her and my breasts, yet I’m not getting distracted by any amount of fucking so I have to be completely aware.
“Your cheeks are unbelievably gorgeous.” She descends to land pecks on me while wriggling off my first layer and starting on my others.
“Please, Vincenza, go faster,” I beg.
“No.”
I close my eyes and trust her. She’s allowed to see me.
She unwinds my corset, throwing it to the side and getting to my undershirt. I gasp as it comes off, knowing that the only thing between her eyes and my body are some painfully thin panties.
Her warm lips encircle my breast like a vulture, searching for everything except my relief. “It’s hard to believe that youonlywanted this.“ She sucks on my nipple—too much stimulation.
My body convulses. My voice breaks into laughter. My inability to move my hips with her weight is maddening.
“Oh,” she giggles, “you’re very ticklish.” She pulls out her tongue to lick me, broad swipes turning into aggravatingly precise circles.
“Please—Gentler!”
“Do you want gentle?” A hand crawls up my thigh. “Don’t you want more?”
