by Jamie Knight
“Good choice,” Darcy said after the first sip of wine. “This is delicious.”
“I have an intuition about these things.”
“Do you now?”
“No, not at all,” I admitted. “Maggie helped me pick out something you’d like.”
“There’s nothing wrong with asking for help.”
“Not at all, particularly when one is at risk of making an arse of one’s self. Like, say, I dunno, steamrolling into the maid of honor as she comes down the aisle at a wedding rehearsal.”
She gave me that sweet, shy smile of hers again.
“You did fine.”
“Aye, thanks to you.”
“I didn’t do much.”
“Nah, just saved my arse.”
Darcy snorted, and some of the wine nearly went up her nose, making her sneeze in the cutest possible way.
“Bless you.”
“Thanks,” she said, as I handed her a tissue. “Do you always carry around tissues?”
“Aye, and an umbrella in the rainy season, whether it’s raining right then or not. Always be prepared. That’s my motto.”
“You have the same motto as The Boy Scouts of America.”
I laughed.
“There’s one thing I’m not, and that’s a Boy Scout.”
When dinner was ready, we all went into the impressively large dining room, the table decorated nicely with a white cloth and white hydrangeas. There were also little cards indicating who should sit where. This was exactly the first time outside of the wedding— which had been the first time ever— that I had encountered such a thing.
Maggie was somehow involved on both occasions. It was with little surprise that Darcy and I found ourselves sitting down next to each other. I would have to thank my sister-in-law later.
The chairs were set so close that our legs nearly touched. Even though we were both wearing pants, I could still feel her warmth through the layers of denim and cloth between us.
I looked to her for a reaction, and she was staring at me with a flirtatious look on her face. The urge to gently squeeze her thigh was almost irresistible, but resist it is exactly what I did.
I knew that if I kept going in this direction, I wouldn’t be able to stop, and no one wanted to see me sweep her into my arms and onto the bed where I had lay her coat. I would have to wait until later, to carry out my desires in private.
Time ticked by as it tended to do. We ate, drank, and watched the first episode of season three of Gavin’s show, and as soon as the end credits rolled, Gavin announced that season four had already been greenlit. Everyone toasted and celebrated the good news, congratulating him on his success.
By the end of the night, the guests trickled out until Darcy was the last one remaining, lingering like she was waiting for something. Perhaps she was waiting for me to make my move.
“Would you be willing to show me around tomorrow?” I asked.
Her brow furrowed.
“Willing, yes, able no, I have work. No rest for the wicked,” she said with a sigh.
“Hardly, but I understand.” I wasn’t going to take no for an answer overall, though. I needed to spend some time alone with her one way or another. “How about dinner tomorrow night?”
Her smile was electric.
“Absolutely.”
I walked her to the door, her beautiful scent wrapping around me as she turned to bid me a final farewell. The kiss was sudden as it was tender. Not a passionate bout of tongue wrestling but something softer and intimate. We didn’t even open our mouths, but the intention was still clear.
Nothing had changed in her feelings for me in the months we were apart. This was a notion that was only enforced by the way she stroked my face as we kissed.
It was just the right amount of time, too. Not so short as to leave either of us unsatisfied but also not long enough to lead to something else, when she hadn’t invited me to her place and we couldn’t exactly do anything here at Maggie and Gavin’s place.
“See you tomorrow,” she said, planting one last quick smooch right on my mouth.
I watched her ass with increased interest as she strolled down the hall, seeming to have more of a sashay than usual, almost like a mating dance. At least, in my mind, that’s how it appeared.
Chapter Ten - Sean
After helping Maggie and Gavin clear up, I headed to bed, excitement colliding with lust in my head. I was really happy to be seeing Darcy tomorrow, even if there were many empty hours between the two points in time.
I chose to try and ignore that and focus on the positives. I was back in America, I’d reconnected with Darcy, and she was still interested. A myriad of blessings laid upon my back. I’d do well to appreciate them lest my fortunes turned. The fates could be very fickle.
In the privacy of the guest room, I stripped off my party clothes, which looked an awful lot like my regular clothes, sighing with relief as my rigid cock sprang free of my boxer shorts.
It had been in that state for quite a while— ever since we sat down to dinner— joining other indicators of the condition, like my pounding heart and quickness of breath.
Darcy had dressed modestly in soft pants and a red silk blouse. These were fabrics that hugged her beautiful curves, highlighting even more than the silky maid of honor dress had, and giving me a good idea of what lay beneath while still leaving me wanting more.
Unable to take it anymore, I lay down on the bed and took hold of my hard, throbbing cock, starting off with light squeezes on the shaft before moving on to gently stroke it.
Pleasure filled me as the world fell away. Soon enough, I was standing beside Darcy in a dream-like version of my apartment.
She was barefoot, wearing the same outfit she had to the party. We kissed tenderly, her tongue playing in my mouth as I undid the buttons on her blouse one by one.
The blouse fell away, revealing her gorgeous tits, constrained in a black silk bra. Doing away with that in record time, my hands were drawn to her breasts, gently kneading her warm, tender flesh, my mouth moving down her neck.
“Oh!” she gasped as I took a hard, pink nipple in my mouth.
As I gently sucked her tits, alternating between them, making sure they both got lots of attention, her fingers stroked through my hair. I then undid her pants. Button first, opening things up, then I lowered the zipper. I eased her jeans down far enough so that gravity did the rest, bringing them crashing down around her ankles.
My fingers caressed her, feeling her soft warmth through the thin material of her black silk panties. Darcy hummed softly, laying her head on my shoulder as I gently stroked her sweet pussy.
No sooner did I get her onto the bed than she was on her back. I got her jeans the rest of the way off. Her panties were next to go, flung across the room in a fit of mad passion. Darcy opened her legs to me. Her slick, pink pussy was more than ready.
She arched and gasped as I kissed my way up her inner thigh. Her gasps turned to moans as I buried my face in her sweet tenderness, lapping and sucking her silken lips as though my life depended on it.
Darcy shook with pure pleasure as a massive orgasm ripped through the very heart of her. I kissed and licked her clean and then cupped my hand around her pussy, stroking her as she recovered.
She got up into a sitting position. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking me as I continued to massage her, both of us returning to a state of heightened excitement.
Not relinquishing her hold on me, Darcy dipped her head somewhat, taking most of my cock in her mouth. With a deep breath of courage through her nose, her mouth otherwise occupied, she started to suck.
She caressed her soft, wet lips luxuriously along the length of my shaft, pausing, only briefly, at the tip to stroke her tongue around the head before starting the long, easy journey back down toward my balls.
She did this for a long time, driving me to the edge of madness. Finally, when I was just about to lose it, she sucked faster, strok
ing my shaft and massaging my balls as she did so.
I shot my load into her mouth, and she swallowed it all down with the sweetest smile. When she’d taken everything, I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, never feeling more in love.
Darcy lay back down, placing her feet at the edge of the mattress. Her legs were wide, and her pussy was spread with her hands, ready to accept my massive cock.
Licking her once more to make sure she was ready, drawing out a long, loud moan with each swipe of my tongue, I got into position between her legs. Darcy stroked the head of my cock against her tight, tender cunt.
My sweet lover hardly made a sound except for soft expressions of pleasure as my rigid cock eased its way into her. Her pussy seemed to hug me in welcome.
I gave her a moment to adjust before starting to thrust. Darcy seemed quite happy and comfortable as I moved in her, working her luscious pussy walls to the best of my ability, giving her my all.
I angled my cock so that I could stimulate her clit and g-spot at the same time. Then I gradually increased in both speed and intensity. Feeling my release coming on, I leaned down and kissed her hard and deep as I filled her pussy up with my hot cum.
“Fuck,” she exhaled.
Her cheeks were a rosy red, and her flushed, warm body was wrapped around mine.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked in a whisper.
“Of course, sweetheart, anything.”
“It’s a bit weird,” she said, looking away.
“That’s a matter of opinion. I won’t know unless you tell me.”
“Could you— that is, would you, would you please— put your cock in my ass? I’ve never done that before, but I just have this overwhelming desire to try it that way with you.”
Well, since this was my fantasy, I could give her any fantasy I wanted, including my own, right?
She closed her eyes on the last part as though she expected something terrible to happen as soon as the words were out of her mouth. I had to admit, that wasn’t what I’d been expecting, and I certainly didn’t want to hurt her, but she had asked. Apparently, at some discomfort and embarrassment, the least I could do was give her an honest answer.
“We can try it. If it hurts you, we’ll stop.”
“Okay,” she said brightly.
Without missing a beat, she turned over onto her belly and offering her asshole to me. I decided to get her ready first. Lifting her hips, I held her steady as I gently ate her delicious pussy, helping her relax all over. Then I got more specific, rimming her, gently stretching out her ass as I did, getting her used to the feeling.
We didn’t have any lube immediately on hand, so I decided to improvise, gently fucking her pussy again from behind. Darcy moaned softly into the pillow as I did so. The moans turned to a wail as she started to orgasm.
Lubed up and ready, I slipped my cock out of her pussy and tapped the head against her asshole, still holding her in the doggy position.
“Breathe, sweetheart.”
With Darcy taking slow, calming breaths, I inched my cock into her ass, doing my best to gently stretch out her tight little virgin asshole as I went.
“I like how you feel,” she breathed, relaxing a bit after the head slid in.
Her ass now seemed to be able to take the rest of my lubed-up shaft with ease.
“This is what you wanted?” I asked her. “My cock in your little ass hole?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” she said, in my fantasy. “It’s so big but it feels just right inside of me. It doesn’t hurt. It feels good— just really, really intense.”
I stopped and pressed a palm against her lower back as she adjusted.
Darcy’s asshole stretched out much the way her pussy had, to make more room.
“Okay,” she said after a few moments, “you can fuck me now. I’m ready.”
And fuck her I did, tenderly moving my cock in and out of her asshole until she was shuddering with an intense orgasm, mine following not too far behind hers, with both of us calling out each other’s names as we came.
I didn’t even think about pulling out. My mind was entirely focused on more immediate matters, like the feeling of my cock jerking inside Darcy.
She moaned and shuddered as she took my load, not seeming to mind at all.
Careful not to go too fast, I eased out of her, then lay her down gently onto the bed.
Nipping off to the bathroom to quickly wash up, I returned to her side, the two of us snuggling until we fell asleep.
In reality, I came load, my cum spilling all over my hand. Spent and hoping I hadn’t made too much noise, I cleaned myself up and tried to get some sleep, very much looking forward to tomorrow.
That had been hot, but the real thing would be even better.
I knew that Darcy would be the stuff of my dreams and more, when I could finally have her in reality.
Chapter Eleven - Darcy
The dreams were lovely, warm, sweet, sensual, and erotic. Nothing like the sex dreams of my lonely youth when chocolate and self-love were my only solace. It was something on a higher level. The forces of maturity finally taking hold. It took them long enough.
I tried to remember the dreams in detail, but it didn’t quite work. There were several in a row, and they had already blurred into each other. I could only pull-out tiny details, but they were exceptionally good indeed. One variation had Sean and me in a house I didn’t recognize.
He’d undressed me and lay me on the bed before gently fucking me in every hole I had available. First my mouth, then my pussy, not once but twice, and then my asshole. Every instance the best I’d experienced had in my life.
The fantasy was gone, but I still had the reality. Seeing him again at the dinner party after three long months apart had been a heavenly surprise.
He was all I could think about over those long weeks as spring tuned to early summer. The emails we’d exchanged hurting as much as they helped. It was good to know he was still interested, that he was even thinking about me, but in some ways, that only made the distance sharper.
I’d thought about sending him some pictures of my boobs and pussy, going so far as to take a few one night, but I just couldn’t pluck up the courage to send them. The stories of phones being hacked and pictures stolen had gotten to me. I was no Jennifer Lawrence, not by a long-shot, and couldn’t really think who would be interested in my body, except maybe Sean, but I still didn’t like the idea of my naked photos being out there for the world to see.
I might have grown up in the digital age, the internet a fact of life by the time I came along, but I was a very private person. Not really introverted, but I liked to keep myself to myself in terms of the more intimate details of my existence, not least because of a slight embarrassment about my family.
People treated me differently when they found out who my father was, and I wanted to be taken on my own merit. Coattail riders no longer interested me. The only way to really escape my famous dad and be seen as myself would be to change my last name, though I had yet to think of a way to do that without breaking my mother’s heart.
Sean and I may have skipped the online flirting, but we certainly made up for it at the party. He was back on the same continent as me, so there could well be chances for him to see me naked in real life. I was also pretty curious as to what was going on underneath his clothes. According to Maggie, Gavin was hung like a horse, and I could only assume Sean was similarly endowed. With any luck, I would find out soon enough.
I did my best to focus on work, but my mind continually drifted ahead to the date we had planned for that night. The tasks I was doing didn’t really help in terms of my concentration. Filing and photocopying taking on an almost Zen aspect. I often caught myself imagining the ocean while watching the ebb and flow of the light under the lid.
I’d worn my usual pantsuit, trying to give off a professional air, but under it, I wore my softest, sexiest black silk underwear.
As far as hectic days went, it was one of the wo
rst. Nicole was working on an important case and had chosen me to assist on it. Partly to try and give me a chance to prove myself. She was one of the top junior partners at the firm, and if I did a good job for her, it could only help my reputation. I was only an assistant now, so I didn’t get a chance to work for the senior partners. Though, if things kept going how they were, that could soon change. I just couldn’t let my heart or my pussy distract me from my career.
“Hey.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden and unexpected utterance. So caught up in filing, I hadn’t even heard Nicole come in.
“You okay?” she asked, giving me a peculiar look.
“Yes, absolutely. My mind was elsewhere.”
“I bet it was,” she said with a grin. “You about ready for lunch?”
“Good call.”
“Let’s go to my office, bring the Peterson file with you.”
The phrase ‘working lunch’ took on a whole new meeting as we sat with our brown bags amid a mountain of case law.
“How’s the family,” Nicole asked.
“You don’t want to know.”
“That bad, huh?”
“I don’t know if ‘bad’ is the right word. It’s too simple and neat.”
“Have you decided if you’re going to your parents’ garden party?” she asked. “I’ll definitely be there. It’ll be good for networking.”
I shuddered. “Not if I can help it. The Ashtons are going to be there. I know my dad is considered like royalty, but that doesn’t mean he can do arranged marriages.”
“That’s a bit harsh.”
“I suppose, but it is still a marriage of allegiance, which is deeply fucked up in the modern world. A marriage of convenience I can understand, but in that case, both partners consent and benefit.”
“So, if Harry Ashton were a foreigner in danger of deportation, you would want to marry him?”
“That’s a difficult question to answer. I would consider it depending on where and what he was going to be deported back to.”
“I get that. Still, decent men are hard to find, and we aren’t getting any younger.”