Page 25 of Jacinth

Jacinth

My heart wantedto break for him. But I didn’t have a beating one, so I decided to make him my project. No mate of mine should be dealing with an identity crisis.

“Right, well, let’s start off with the important stuff. What’s your favorite kind of coffee?” I asked.

His nose scrunched as he thought, which was absolutely adorable.

“I’m really more of a tea drinker, actually.”

I gasped, dramatically clutching my chest as I collapsed away from him.

“How could you?”

And then I saw it. The tiniest of glimmers in his eye.

“Oh my god! I thought you were serious!”

He chuckled. “Actually, I’ll drink anything you put in front of me. As long as it’s caffeinated.”

“Awww, we really are soul mates.”

The flush of pleasure on his face made it worth the theatrics.

“Ok, dogs or cats?”

“Dogs.”

The answer came before I finished my sentence. I eyed him curiously, and his blush grew.

“I just think they’re better. They always want you around, they can protect you, and they love you no matter what.”

I nodded. I’d always had the same opinion.

We carried on for a while longer. Me thinking up ridiculous this-or-that questions, and Sky giving measured answers.

I had no doubt he was absolutely certain of his opinion on each topic, and it made me wonder how he could be so sure. The lost boy became steadily more confident with favorite ice-cream flavor—choc mint—and season—spring.

Then I asked the big one.

“What’s your favorite sex position?”

His face flamed red in an instant, an interesting contrast to the ice-blue eyes and ebony hair.

“I...”

I raised my eyebrows expectantly.

He took a deep breath, then looked me dead in the eye.

“You are on a bed. Your fingers are laced through the rungs on the headboard. I’ve told you not to move them. I drip melted ice-cream between your breasts, on your nipples, in your navel, and clean each part thoroughly with my tongue. Then move down your body until I’m nestled between your thighs. I drip over your wet, pink pussy.

“You are writhing, wanting to beg, but you’re a good girl and know that waiting is half the fun. I lick up the crease of your thigh, first the right side, then the left. I wait until you’re dripping... and then I feast. You try so hard to behave. I can hear your little moans, so I bite your clit and you come with a scream. As you’re coming down, I push inside, and you feel like home.

“So... missionary. Would have to be my favorite, that is.”

I was a puddle of ectoplasm. So turned on. If I had a body, I would have touched myself. What the actual.... ok, so Sky was a little freaky. Turned out I was too, if my reaction was anything to go by.

“I want that. Like right now,” I blurt in my oh-so cool fashion.

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