They were up in a room her mother liked to call her little observatory. It was a large room that existed inside the house, the whole purpose of the room was for viewing the stars, and the planets. Amani remembers it quite, she was no older than 9, and she could not sleep. She had gone downstairs for some hot chocolate to hopefully help her sleep, but her mother sat there drinking some coffee as she walked on some files on her macbook. She had been startled upon seeing the young Amani there, and Amani had simply told her she could not sleep and she was here for some hot chocolate. Her mother had made it for her and then instead of letting Amani go back to her room, she had taken her to the little observatory.
For how much she called it little, it was a very large room with paintings of stars adorned everywhere- there were many telescopes in the room and Amani’s mother had her staring into one. Looking at the planets and stars, she had asked Amani to identify the planets she saw- and Amani did but her being young and lacking interest in stars could not identify all the constellations she had saw that her mother asked about. Because Amani could not name the constellations, her mother had went on a long and Amani would have you know it was a very long lesson about the constellations that Amani was not paying attention too. She pretended she was, her face filled with smiles and her eyes bright but nothing that her mother told her truly went through. Instead Amani thought of something more… how does she put this? Passionate She imagined having a little family friend of her’s flying in the sky, going to close to the sun just like Icarus had! And burning, their skin turning into ashes and their scream loud- it would be a good punishment for what they had done to Amani.
“You were born right here, in this room,” her mother said with a wistful smile, a hint of nostalgia in her voice. Turning Amani’s attention to her, as Amani quirked her brows, cocking her head all so innocently.
“What do you mean mama?” Amani asked, her hazel eyes staring widely at her mother’s brown one’s.
Her mother chuckled, embracing Amani in her arms and kissed her forehead. Her mother was always so lovely and kind, She was so sweet-quite possible the sweetest woman on earth Amani had concluded when she was 5. “Your father and I-” She began, staring wishfully at the paintings of the stars, “We both wanted your birth to be magical, something extraordinary. So when the time came for baby Amani to leave mommy’s pouch, we didn’t rush to the hospital. Instead, I gave birth to you right here, in this very room, surrounded by the stars.” Well, that was definitely a story her mother never told her. “We were under the spell of a shooting star,” her mother continued, her gaze drifting to the night sky. “Me and your dad both made a wish for you, my little star, as you took your first breath. i wished that you would have all the peace the world had to offer and your dad wished that you will have it all, the world and the little stars and everything you desired It was a magical and unforgettable night.” That was how she named Amani, she was told. Amani was peace in swahilli- a testament to her mother’s wish, and wishes in Arabic, a testament to her father’s big wish.
She had realized she was staring at the stars too long when the masked man began to speak, she had turned to him, her face filled with amusement as she began to laugh. His words were quite sweet, and if Amani was a fool and a romantic fool at that, she would have smiled and sighed wishfully at his words. Her mother was a romantic fo- her mother was a romantic at heart and that was exactly what she would have done, she was easy to fool like that but Amani was not her mother.
"i’ve been told that impressing me is like teaching a cat to salsa dance – challenging, stressful, and ultimately, the cat’s probably going to walk away disappointed , because it never learnt to dance. " She responded with a sly smirk, arching her brows, hazel pools that rested inside her eyes reflected a mixture of amusement and challenge. As if challenging him to try, to prove a different Amani knew he was never going to be able to prove, but it would be fun for her to watch.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, teasingly, knowing she was bringing their lips close to each other but their lips shall not actually kiss, at least not now. Leaning into his ear, she had whispered a question, are we on nickname bases? she had asked, pulling away from his ear and staring into his electric eyes. He had asked for a nickname, and how Amani loved to give nicknames. Her eyes had lit up with amusement as she stared into his eyes, trying to think of names to give him.
She had come up with a few, they were not the nicest she would admit, but when had Amani ever been the nicest? She had fish eyes, the american eagle, Chrome dome and… Well she won’t say the rest, because they were unimportant, no? And none would be good to moan too. It had to be something simple and that could fit him, “Eto,” She decided on, it was short for the word star in french and this masked man, well he seemed to be obsessed with stars, it was only fitting or she could have called him, “Altair, Aster, Eos or Eto, which one do you prefer?” She had asked but it was not like she was going to take it into consideration, his preference that is. She had already set her mind on eto for the day, it was short and sweet and did not say much. For someone who did not know french or at least the word for star in french, they would not know that Eto was étoile, and because they did not know that, the name- the meaning was therefore a secret just like his identity. "So Eto, do you like to dance salsa? She asked, referring to the previous talk of the cat and salsa. She was asking him if he wanted to take a risk, to play with her for the night
She unwrapped her arms from his neck when he asked her how many drinks she had. It was one, one simple drink, but she had not said so, instead she had played unto the anonymity of the night, telling him she had enough. Enough for fun and enough to remember herself. He seemed to like that, because after all that was what he had said, ‘just what i like to hear’
He had said something again, about how he wished to help her make her own ‘song’ and how he was just the man for the job. This of course had made Amani to tease him, to poke fun of his arrogance and ask him just what job he was referring to, playing the fool.
“Why would I explain it, when I can show you?” He flirted back. She raised a brow at that “Ok, then, show me,” And before she knew it, his lips crashed unto her. It was soft, the taste of alcohol lingering on his lips, adding to the intensity.
But of course that was not the only thing bound to be intense this night, for Amani had pushed him unto the bed, her body bare and quivering, as if begging to be touched. Eto’s eyes raked her body, obviously enthralled by what he saw and she leaned in, giving him a feel of her body as she straddled him, climbing onto him. Her fingers groped her own breast as she leaned in to kiss him all over his face. She grabbed his hands, placing it on her chest as she planted soft kisses on his neck, making a circle with her tongue along the neck. “Touch me,” Her voice was frail, it was weak, it was so unlike Amani in her normal habitat, but this was not her normal habitat for this was either heaven or hell and Amani was ok with it being both. Especially when he had slipped his fingers inside her, causing her to stare at the ceiling for a bit as she got used to having something playing inside her.
“I want to feel you all over, I love your touch.” she whispered into his ear, her hands moving to undo his trousers and boxers. His dck poking her legs, she arched her back, pressing her breasts into his clothed chest, as her fingers curled around his shift, stroking it from the root to the tip, feeling the small feel of pre cum on her fingers as her lips pressed against his. She unwrapped her hands from her shaft, bringing her fingers to her face as she inserted two fingers into her mouth, the two fingers filled with the most c^m. It was warm and salty, reminded her of pool water and she found her fingers going to his dck again, pressing the tip. “Taste… you taste so good.” she moaned, her fingers going to the chains of his shirt. She wanted it out now, she wanted to feel his chest on her’s. She wanted to remove it but he had said no, removing it himself and as he did so. Amani was quick to attack his chest, planting kisses everywhere on his chest. She sat up so she sat on his legs as her tongue licked from his stomach up to his chest area.
When they were both fully exposed, he had cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her. It was not a soft or gentle kiss, no, it was a very very intense one and Amani was loving it. His tongue had pushed down on her’s and she let him take the lead, her tongue moving in harmony with his, she found herself pulling away from the kiss as he began rolling his hips on her body, a moan escaping her lips .
Her hands moved up to his chest, again, begging, asking to be told what to do. Dance with me he said and dance did she do.
She turned around as he instructed with his body movement, her body following his every instruction as she awaited for what was to come. He took quite the time, as if he was staring at something and Amani wondered whether he was just staring at her @ss, admiring the view or some shxt like that, but before she could ask, she felt her body being pulled down to a thick hard substance, causing her to let out a gasp. He was inside her and Amani had definitely not been prepared for that. She had yelped at that, feeling quite uncomfortable with presence of him so deep inside her, without giving her time to prepare. “@ss-” She whimpered, 'hole," She finished, as his pace quickened and Amani body gradually became use to the presence of the unknown inside of her.
it was magnetic, electrifying and she was loving every moment of it. He was going deep, very deep into her and Amani felt herself moaning both in pain and pleasure as she bit her lips to keep her from screaming loudly. He began to talk, nearing his climax, his grip on her @ss. She listened to his countdown, counting with him in her head and when it struck three, Amani felt something like a waterfall falling from her; milky white liquid. She bit her lips, staring into the ceiling as she closed her lgs together, feeling it leak, her hands moving to play with her nipples a bit. When all had come out, Amani sighed, preparing to slip out the bed, but befor she could, Eto drew her closr, gently pulling the corner of her mask back into place.
“I wouldn’t want to ruin the anonymity.” He whispered again, and chuckled.
“Well, the night’s over. Goodbye, Eto.” She whispered to him, prepared to dress herself up and leave again, only to be stopped again, causing her to raise a brow.