“K-kiss me. Please.”
I didn’t think I would want her closeness more. But I want so much more. This kiss isn’t enough.
“Did I not…” I look at her dress, barely unbuttoned to her upper waist. The bone white skin I’ve always seen on her is interrupted by purple lines where cloth doesn’t cover. “I don’t think I got close.”
“I couldn’t let you. Youneed motivation, don’t you?” she teases, taking my mouth before I can respond.
I pull back from her, desperate for breath. “Motivation?”
“The dress stays on until I finish.” She reaches under her skirt, pulling off a piece of underwear and tossing it haphazardly. “How do you want to pleasure me?” She grabs my jaw. “I’m desperate to feel your impudent lips, but should I ride your face or let you freely give them to me?”
“I want to be close to you.”
“Pick how.”
“...I want to taste you.”
She rubs my lips with her thumb. “You can be more specific. I’m patient.”
I grumble. “You weren’t this controlling before.”
“I wasn’t in your bed trying to get off. Now, be specific.”
I timidly whisper, “I want to kiss your cunt.”
She lets go. “You have my consent. Say thank you.”
I roll my eyes. “Thank you.”
“If I didn’t find your hazel eyes’ movement so entrancing, I’d spank you.”
“Really?” I ask with far too much hope.
“Get down there, brat.” She giggles warmly, her authority cracking into something sweet.
I stop at just the entrance of her dress, preparing myself. I’ve—It’s a lot different to have to be responsible. I can make a mistake, show my inexperience, embarrass myself.
“Catarina.” Vincenza touches my arm. “Is this your first time?”
I slowly nod.
“Would you feel more comfortable if I led you?” She grabs my hair.
My eyes widen. “Yes.”
She casually makes herself comfortable on my pillows, leisurely adjusting and spreading out while I stew. Then, her movements stop—hereye twitches.
“Vincenza?”
A flicker of dread and something else comes over her lips, then she pushes me under her skirt.
I’m aware of how she surrounds me in every direction. It’s scary, but I’m surrounded by comfort. Thighs that I need to kiss. Protective, strong, and probably intensely beautiful—if I could have ever seen them.
It’s easier, at least, not to be still and afraid when she’s pushing me closer and closer. I would have to be confidently defiant to be still, but what’s the point in pretending that I am?
I’m here. After so long, I’m here. I have her just within my reach.
I’m not sure what I intend with my first kiss, but it feels good. The barest texture of her slit on my lips, her entire body pausing, the realization that her slickness now stains my mouth. No matter what we become tomorrow, whatever is forgotten, I’ll forever remember the texture of her body against mine when I look at her.
