Dean’s thighs settle on each side of my legs as we settle onto the stools.
“Perfect,” she gleams. “In front of you is a lump of clay that you’ll slowly dampen. It takes practice.”
“Wouldn’t know.”
It makes me cough. “You did not just say that,” I whisper back. “Crude.”
“Honesty isn’t bad,” his hot breath tickles my ear.
“Never said it was, but?—”
He teases me, “Focus, lovebird.”
My mouth falls open.
Dean lets me work the clay until it’s pliant enough to turn. It rubs against the soles of my fingers, making it hard to mold.
“Here, let me.”
That’s when Dean’s hands are there. They bracket over mine. Neither of us know what to do, but all he needed was to watch Elisabeth do it and he’s got it down.
His thick fingers pulse against mine. Caressing them with thick callouses. It’s sickening how my heart gasps like a woman in heat. There’s no finesse to our movements, but it’s cathartic. He retreats, pulls, pretends I’m taking the lead when he keeps his hands there. He’s in control of every movement.
His breath on my neck.
The sigh in my chest.
Every second is an awakening.
“You okay?” He whispers in my ear.
I squeeze my eyes shut. He’s everywhere. In my system. On my back. His chest rubs against me. His fingers solidify every nerve that doesn’t exist.It’s a rebirth.
“Yes,” It comes out breathy. Totally unhinged.
We follow Elisabeth’s instructions. I don’t know what she’s saying or how she’s saying it. I’m busy recounting how to breathe.
“Is wanting me something you possess or desire?” I ask after regaining a slither of my voice.
Thick fingers press between mine. Dean’s breath silkily brushes against my neck when he says, “Neither.”
Then he’s there, pressing himself closer to me. “I crave you, Nova. But don’t mistake what I feel for an addiction. It’s a depraved, anesthetic that puts me under a place where my mind is full of you.”
The words restore blank spaces in my organs. Dean Vuk melts into the goosebumps on my body and is changing me in all ways I want unchanged.
“Just say you like me,” I tease.
“I like you,” not a second later.
My breath catches.
“Alright, can we try doing this from over there?” Lois interrupts the moment. The wheel turning creaks. “The shot just isn’t great from here.”
Elisabeth gives us an annoyed look.
“Actually, we’ll do that after I take a piss. I’ll be back.” She rushes to the bathroom.
“What I’d do to run away from her,” I joke. “She’s ruined like three of our moments.”
