Page 33 of Always Eros
“Poetry mostly. Short stories sometimes. I also document my experiences. Should a day come when I no longer remember, I’ll have them to look back on.”
“That’s such a good idea.” His smile quickly fades. “Maybe I could start now. I don’t want to remember anything before this.”
I turn my head to gaze at his face. “Now is a good time to start. Sweet Justice, look up at the stars. Notice their beauty as they twinkle in the sky. The moon cleanses us with her rays.”
“The moon is a girl?”
“The moon is whoever you want it to be. I think of it as a female because she nurtures me, like a mother.”
He smiles, gazing upward. “That’s a nice thought. I’ve never really paid attention to the sky.”
“No? Why is your cult called Nightsky?”
“The blood king said a being from another world told him the name. Gah, it sounds so stupid now. I can’t believe so many people fell for it.”
“What other choice did they have if it’s all they know?”
“My parents joined as adults. They were exposed to the real world.”
“You probably know this, but there is a psychological reason people join religions and cults.”
“Yes. They told us people go searching for meaning or community and end up seduced by these insane leaders. It makes me sad. I know my parents will never leave, but they might be in danger. I don’t think that would change anything. They’re willing to die for the Supreme Being.”
I wrap my hand around his, tangling our fingers together. “I’m sorry, Justice. I know how painful it is to leave family behind.”
“You do?”
I nod as the vague memories of my family’s faces strain to escape the box I keep them locked in. “I left my family too, in order to embrace a new life that I was better suited for. It hurts, but sometimes it’s the only thing left to do.”
“Yeah.” Justice falls silent as he gazes up at the moon. “This is nice, but it’s not sex, Eros.”
I chuckle. “I’m well aware.” I roll to my side, balancing on my elbow as my hand rests on his chest. “I have something almost as good if you want to try it.”
His brow creases. “I thought you wanted me.”
“Oh, I do. Very much so.”
“But?”
“But whatever this is growing between us, I want it to last. I don’t see a need to rush anything.” I slide my hand up his chest to his neck, then his cheek. “You are beautiful, Justice. You rival all the stars and the moon herself. If you can trust me, I promise to make you feel incredible.”
Even though disappointment lingers in his eyes, he nods. “I trust you.”
I lift his hand and kiss the back of it. “Close your eyes.”
With a deep exhale, Justice closes his eyes. I take a moment to center myself. I haven’t done this in years, but I want to now.
As I focus on giving Justice pleasure, my body tingles, starting at my toes and moving up to my scalp. I keep my hand on his chest, my body pressed to the side of his. Justice holds my hand to his heart, his breathing already quickening. Good. He feels the connection.
“Open your eyes,” I whisper.
He does, gasping when he sees mine, but relaxing quickly as I send waves of compulsion mixed with sexual desire to him. His mouth opens as he holds my gaze, and I brush my thumb across his plump bottom lip.
The connection is growing. Justice reacts with wide eyes, attempting to speak, but no words come. He’s actually in a state of semi-paralysis, which will slowly yield to pleasure the more I focus. It’s an old trick that Raphael taught me, but it still works.
I envision peeling Justice’s clothes off and worshipping his nude body under the light of the moon, and he arches his back as if he can feel my kisses down his torso. Next, I focus my attention between his legs, and what I imagine he looks like. Is he as small and lithe there as he is overall, or does he hide a surprise? Gods, I want to know.
Unable to hold back further, I straddle his hips and hold his gaze, sending him visions of what I want to do to him. He gasps again as his cheeks bloom a pretty shade of pink. His fingers crinkle leaves between them.