Page 106 of Architecti
In a corner is what I assume to be a reading area, filled with pillows, blankets and seating.I tug Lucy towards it, and we collapse on top of them.A puff of dust billows up and makes both of us laugh and cough.
She slides her hand into mine.“What happens when this is all over?”she asks.
I shake my head.“Every answer to that question has a consequence, Lucy.How can I tell you the truth when I don’t even know if I’ll be here after?”
She brings her thumb to my lower lip, pulling it down.“Then lie to me with your body, your mouth, your tongue.Lie well enough I believe we’ll be okay.”
So that’s what I do.
I slide down her inch by inch, adorning her exposed skin with kisses and pecks and nibbles.My teeth graze her, inciting a mesmerising display of goosebumps.She arches her back as I tug her trousers down, exposing her neat pussy to the air.
I part her legs, gazing upon her glistening flesh.My chest aches at the sight of her, my mouth watering at what I know will be an exquisite feast.
I lower my mouth to her clit and suck it fully into my mouth.She is divine tonight, a little sweet with an edge of something deeper.I lick and slide my tongue over her clit.Each flick a prayer and a plea to the angels still listening.
Let me have a little longer with her.
Please?
I lap at her pussy, drawing my tongue up and down in long lavish strokes, trying and failing to memorise the taste of her, the feeling of her hard little bud against my tongue, the shape of her folds and the heat in her core.I never want to forget.No matter whether I save my soul or end up in the underworld, she is the memory I want to take with me.
I place a finger at her entrance and slowly tease my way in.Her back lifts off the pillows.She’s soaking in a way she’s never been before, hungrily accepting me inside.
“Two fingers,” she pleads.
I oblige, adding a second and curling them into the shape I know drives her wild.I drag my hand in and out, drawing every ounce of pleasure I can from her.
She pants and moans and begs me for more.
I lap at her clit.The more sounds she makes, the more wetness clings to my boxers.
She does this to me.
My clit pulses between my legs in time with her panting, and I swear that I could come from the sound of her melting under my touch.
I glance up at her neck and see her runes are already visible.They glow so bright I almost stop fucking her.I gasp against her clit; my fingers bear down, and she cries out.
“Midnight,” she cries out as her pussy clenches around my fingers and her body falls over the edge.
But I’m left staring at her throat, wondering why the runes appeared before she came.
“I felt them,” she whispers.
I help her pull on her trousers.
“They appeared early, didn’t they?”she says.
I nod.“Probably just because we’re in here, right?The whole celestial meets celestial thing.”
“Yeah, potentially,” she says but neither of us are looking at each other.
And I’d bet good money on the fact she doesn’t believe that any more than I do.Something has changed.Shifted between us in a way that can’t be taken back.
We always thought the runes appeared because I was making her come.But what if it was never that?What if it was always because of how I made her feel?
That is not something either of us can address.
She clutches her chest.
