She wants me closer.
I want to be closer.
I need to stay here until that unassailable gap cracks.
Vincenza’s golden moans fill the small room. Her hand reaches out to grab mine off her leg, simply holding it. The gentleness contrasts against the tightness of her thighs locking around my head.
What was I thinking?
Right, uh. I’m licking her clit. In a… pattern? What was my pattern? Where was I?
“You’re not stopping.” She confidently pushes my head back into place.
I wasn’t… not stopping! Yes! Like blackness and death and… a bit like cherries.
I don’t—Have I ever had cherries? I decide to study the matter closer with my lips. Must be some blessing of the Ring if I can confidently taste something I’ve never had on her.
Her body contracts, her voice peaks, and I can tell she’s cum again—and I can rest.
I need rest.
Oh fuck, I need rest. I drop my head onto her leg and close my eyes. My limbs are killing me.
“Hey—are you… okay there?” A hand palms through my hair.
“No,” I whine.
“It’s okay. Come up here.” She lifts me into her arms. “Animation is very…” She interrupts herself with panting. “Forgive me for being distracted. Animation is intensive. Coming down from accessing the Ring… you’re starting to feel your blood sugar.”
I huminto her chest.
“The smoke isn’t helping.” She temporarily moves a hand off my back, the air suddenly whistling around us. “I’ll help you to bed. I ordered pizza earlier; it will be here in under twenty minutes.”
“Pizza sounds… nice.”
“It’s the least you deserve.”
I can’t tell if I feel like I’m weightless or falling. Maybe falling isn’t so bad when I’m continuously finding myself caught in her arms.
And then I’m caught by bed springs.
She kisses my cheek. “I’ll be back with water and whatever fruits I can find.”
“Wait.” I dare my eyes open to the violently bright world and catch her wrist. “I didn’t… I didn’t get off.”
Her caring gaze turns the slightest bit predatory, her tongue licking her teeth. “And…?”
“Uh, fix it!”
She giggles. “Alright. If you beg…” Her hand slips down my thighs and to my cunt, slapping it. “Tell me if I bore you.”
“You can’t bore me… You’re the most—the mostest woman I—“ I can’t focus with her fucking me.
“Darling, you’re the tiniest bit insane right now.”
Darling.
Scattered fragments shoot through and cut my head just for being alive, but her words shine to me like distant starlings. Touch too. So much touch…
