She leaned over me, and her breasts brushed against my chest, adding another layer of sensation. The change in position pressed her clit against my lower belly in a way that made her gasp.
Now I knew I was the one who had whimpered before because the sound she made now as she pushed her hips up and back, practically rutting against me, was nothing like the one I’d heard earlier. Her skin was flushed, lips parted and slightly bruised from kissing, breasts swaying with each excited breath she took, her dark brown nipples puckered with arousal, and oh, fuck… I was definitely going to come now.
“Shit, Darcy. Can I come?
“No, not yet.” Her voice…a delighted chuckle paired with deep satisfaction that almost did me in.
“Please? Oh, fuck.”
If she told me I could come, I couldn’t hear her because I was trying so hard not to. All I could feel or even think about was how her pussy clutched at me with each thrust until she came with a primal moan. And damn, her pussy clamped down on me so hard right before her hips jerked to a shuddering stop that made a silent prayer of thanks spill from my mouth. And I don’t know how I survived that, but I didn’t come. I didn’t. I was still hard and throbbing inside of her, but the urgent need to finish had banked a bit.
Darcy collapsed on top of me, panting and humming, a sound that made me feel grateful and godlike at the same time to have done that to her. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin and mine. This moment was so good, so deliciously good and sticky, messy and wet…so wet where our bodies were joined. I couldn’t help flexing my dick inside of her, stimulating her tightly clenched intimate muscles just to hear her gasp.
“You didn’t come,” she whispered, a note of surprise in her voice.
“You told me I couldn’t, so I didn’t.” But I almost felt like I had — all tingly and floaty and lost in a hazy fog of pure bliss. I wondered for a moment if this was how tantric sex felt. Was this the feeling monks were after? Had I found enlightenment in Darcy’s pussy?
I dragged my palms down her back and gripped her ass with both hands. “Can I make you come again?”
“Can you?” she teased, but I could hear the note of doubt in her voice.
“Was I supposed to say, may I make you come again?”
“Hm…yes, you may, if you think you can,” she retorted playfully, a sly but doubtful smile on her lips.
“I can,” I answered, then rolled us over to get her on her back because she was clearly too spent to ride me again.
Darcy flung her arms wide on the bed and looked up at me, a happy sex-drunk smile on her face. “Was that as good as your fantasy?”
“Better.” I braced myself over her and pulled out of her slowly, drawing a sizzling hiss from her lips. She looked down between our bodies when I began another slow slide inside of her. She looked so small under me. Small, but still stronger than me as she flexed and stretched to take me deeper, hips lifting to meet me and navigate a little circle before she dropped them to the mattress again.
That little move made my fucking head swim. I might be on top, but I wasn’t in control. Not even a little bit. Her little body was still hungry and impatient, but she was holding back for some reason. “Be yourself with me, hermosa. Tell me what you need,” I whispered.
“Harder,” she whispered, pulling her legs up in a way that opened her hips and splayed her knees wide, her whole body spread open to me.
With a groan of surrender and appreciation, I leaned down for a slow, languorous kiss, and her tongue explored mine with slow, insistent demand. Whatever came after this, I would have this memory of her, but for now, I would pin her thighs to the mattress with my hands and fuck her like I was worthy of a woman like her.
I withdrew and slammed inside her so hard it took her breath away.
“Yes,” she sighed into my mouth. “Just like that.”
I kissed her again, moving my tongue to the same rhythm as my hips. Slow, hard, deep, and with her legs pinned like this, I could feel the moment when she started spinning up, tighter and tighter and so wet that the sound of our bodies coming together and all of our moaning and panting was an obscene soundtrack to the thing growing in my chest.
Pulling back, I thrust inside her a little faster now. And Darcy… She looked up at me, her mouth open, on a chorus of moans… Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Almost too hard for me to look at because seeing her so flushed, her needy pussy gripping me every time I pulled out…fuck. It was too much, and I…
“Tommy!” My name was a soft gasp on her lips right before her thighs pulled up, and she came again, in intense, rolling waves. And there I was, right behind her, about to break the crest.
“Shit! Can I come, hermosa? Please, fuck. I can’t… I can’t—”
“Yes, come. You can come, Tommy.”
Thank you… I lost my rhythm almost immediately, just became complete sensation and jerky staccato thrusts up into her. I rode the waves she made, but they kept cresting and cresting. I curled myself against her, afraid of the fall because Jesus… Just this moment before it felt bigger and better than any other time I did fall. A slow, rolling, belly-clenching tumble that made me let out a hoarse shout and bury my dick even deeper because holy shit. Her pussy. I wanted to live there. This was my home now. And she held me. With her arms, and her legs, and her sex, she held me in the most intimate way a woman has ever held me, with her secret muscles drawing every drop of cum out of me.
Nope.
Nothing would be the same after this.
15
Tomás
In the morning, I woke like I was coming out of a deep, drugged slumber, eyes sticky, my body pleasantly achy like the day after a hard workout. I stretched and reached to the left of me, expecting to find Darcy, but found cool, empty sheets in the place where her warm, naked body should be.
“Darcy?” I called out, pushing my sore body into a seated position.
The doors to the piazza were open, and a breeze wafted in, stirring the curtains and rustling the leaves of the potted plants inside the room.
“Hermosa?” I threw back the sheets and crossed the room to the open doors, assuming she was out there, drinking coffee or watering her plants. But the piazza was empty, and a quick glance found that the bathroom was empty, too.
Grabbing my tux trousers because they were the only clothing I had in the room, I pulled them on over my bare ass and went to find Darcy.
The door stuck and then banged back against the wall, caught on the cross breeze that rushed through the house from the river. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows along the hallway, I saw that the day was slightly overcast, as if a storm was blowing in. I stood there for a moment and stretched my back a bit more, wondering if her leaving me alone in her bed meant something. With so little time left to spend together, I would’ve thought she would want to wring pleasure out of every moment the way I did.
The hardwood floors felt warm under my bare feet as I made my way to the stairs. Now that I was standing at the top of them, I could smell that strong dark roast that Darcy favored and hear her humming along with Dinah, who was asking her man to think things over. It was an old recording that made Dinah’s voice sound tinny with a bit of vocal fry, but her sorrowful, emotive voice carried the song all the same. Darcy really did love Dinah. It wasn’t music from her childhood, though, so I wondered how she got into it. I knew for a fact that she spent her formative years getting weak in the knees with SWV and leaving some young man begging while she left the club with a younger, more handsome version of Shannon MacFarland. Not for the first time, I wondered how he’d won her. They seemed so mismatched.
I was midway down the stairs when Darcy floated into view, wearing one of those silk robes that covered just enough to make a young man such as myself wonder what it was hiding. With a watering can in one hand and a coffee mug in the other, she sang along with Dinah. “I was the arm in your armor. I was the miss in your mistake…”
Holding my breath, I sat down on the step and watched
her as she sang and sipped from her coffee while watering her plant babies.
I rested my chin on my hand, content to watch her at a chore that had captivated me for years. Goddamn, but the woman was beautiful. Hair wild, robe slipping from one shoulder, the hastily tied belt that barely held it closed allowed a flash of thigh when she turned toward her heirloom monstera.
“Hello, my monster,” she crooned, tipping the big metal watering can to drench its roots. “Which of your babies should we give to Brandi, hm?” She set the can down and touched the large, dark leaves as she spoke. “I know it’s tradition, but…maybe we should wait a while. She’s the cerebral type, which doesn’t mean she won’t be nurturing, but…” Darcy let the thought trail off as she stroked a finger down the center of one of the largest leaves.
I hadn’t budged an inch, but her focus snapped to the left as if I’d called her name. She smiled, cheeks flushing a dusky pink. “Spying on me?” she asked.
“Not spying. Just watching the woman I adore, being adorable.”
Darcy bit her lip and glanced down at her watering can. “Are you hungry? I can make you some breakfast. Anything you want.”
“Well… I thought I might make a breakfast of the sweet pussy I ate last night…” Her cheeks blushed even redder. “But, I guess your lemon ricotta pancakes will do.”
Darcy looked at me with a shy smile on her lips. “I can do that. You want bacon, too?”
“Yes, please.”
“Still so polite and respectful after what we did to each other last night,” she said with a wry laugh.
“Last night and early this morning,” I corrected, remembering how I’d woken up sometime just after dawn with her warm mouth on me and her muttering something about needing to know how I tasted before I left her, and even though I was exhausted and depleted, I gave her what she needed. And let’s be fucking real, I wanted it too. “Anyway…” I said, smirking at her still red cheeks. “Seems like I should be more polite and respectful than usual after last night.” I stood and made my way to the bottom of the stairs. I took the mug from her hands and sipped. “Hm. Bourbon? So early?”
“It’s not early. It’s damn near eleven, sleepyhead.”
“Fuck,” I cursed, pulling my phone out of my pocket to verify the time. “I didn’t realize it was so late.”
“What time is your flight?” she asked, turning to make her way back to the kitchen.
“Six forty-five,” I answered, my tone somewhat accusatory as I followed her down the front hallway. Why did she let me sleep so fucking long?
“Which means you’ll have to be at the airport by four-thirty at the latest. Did you arrange for a car?”
“Yes, it’ll be here at four.” I clenched my teeth. Why was she acting so perfunctory? Maybe I was projecting, but something felt off about her tone. She’d asked about my flight time and how I was going to get to the airport like I hadn’t spent the night making her come and worshiping every inch of her.
“Good. Guess I better get started on breakfast, then!”
Darcy stepped out onto the back porch to empty the watering can. I thrust my hands in my pockets and watched her. Setting the watering can in a little storage closet near the door, she dusted off her hands, turned, and caught me staring again.
“What?” she asked, her smile anxious and hesitant now.
I searched her face, looked her in the eyes. There was so much I wanted to say, but what was the point? I was leaving in a few hours, and then…then, this was never going to happen again. “Can you come here, please?”
She looked down at her hands for a moment as if she were contemplating saying no to my simple request, but then crossed the short distance between us, stopping about a foot away.
“Closer, Darcy,” I whispered.
“Tommy—”
“Just bring your body over here…please,” I added, trying to soften the demand I had no right to make.
She moved in close. Close enough for me to smell her. Somehow, her scent was more intoxicating this morning. It was her, that expensive body oil, and her sweet sex scent, mingled with mine. I closed my eyes and breathed her in. Pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know it must be jarring for you to confront this in the bright light of day, but I’m begging you not to push me away right now. Let’s stay in this bubble until I leave. Please?”
The tension in her shoulders relaxed, and she sighed. “Okay,” she agreed, then looked up at me.
“Thank you,” I said, grateful that she didn’t put up an argument. Neither of us needed to say those words out loud again. We knew what this was…even if I was having a hard time getting my heart and my body to agree. The look in Darcy’s eyes said she was struggling to do the same.
She gave me a sad smile. “Can I have a good morning kiss?”
My yes was delivered to her lips. I slipped my hands out of my pockets and wrapped my arms around her, drawing her body against mine. She moaned softly, welcoming my tongue into her mouth. Coffee, bourbon, and her…a taste I never wanted to forget. I sucked it from her lips and her tongue. Her hands grasped at my shoulders; she wanted me closer. I slipped my hand into her robe — yes, still naked. She growled her soft kitten growl, and I went from halfway hard to I-need-to-be-inside-of-you-right-now in seconds. Darcy reached for the waistband of my pants, but just as she undid the hook and bar closure, my stomach growled.
Loudly.
“Ignore it,” I grunted, palming her ass because why would I want to eat when I could have her again instead?
Darcy laughed and pulled away a little. “After the way I used you last night, it would be irresponsible of me not to feed you.”
“I’m fine. Use me some more, please. I can eat at the airport—”
“No, Tommy. Let me get some calories in you so that I can fuck you properly before you go.” She nuzzled her nose against mine then gave my lips a few more hungry nips before pushing me away.
“Fuck me properly? If last night was how you fuck me improperly, I’ll have another serving of that, please.”
She rolled her eyes and readjusted her robe to hide the breast I’d bared. “Make yourself a cup of coffee,” she said, cinching the belt on her robe tight. “We have time. In fact…” She grabbed her phone from the speaker dock and tapped on the screen before sitting it back on the dock again.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out. When I saw the alert, I laughed. It was an invitation for a dick appointment an hour and a half from now. I accepted the invitation. Her phone chimed from where it sat in the speaker dock and smiled a secret smile.
“So…lemon ricotta pancakes,” she said, heading toward the pantry. “It’s been so long since I’ve made them. I hope I remember the recipe.”
I licked my lips, still tasting her, and grabbed a coffee cup out of the cabinet. “Where’s the bourbon?”
“In the freezer, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. The endearment warmed me, and in that moment, I decided to indulge in a bit of fantasy.
Darcy re-emerged from the pantry, her arms full of the ingredients for the pancakes. “Could you grab the big mixing bowl from the top shelf in the cabinet by the fridge? Minerva is taller than me, and I swear she puts things where I can’t reach just to wind me up.”
I went to retrieve the bowl she wanted, feeling her eyes on me the whole time. I’d briefly considered running over to the garçonnière to change, but now I was glad I hadn’t. “Where’s Minerva this morning?”
“I gave her the day off, so she’s spending it with her grandkids.”
“Minerva has grandkids?” I asked, setting the bowl on the kitchen island. “Why is that such a surprise to me?”
“Probably because she’s here so much you thought she was a live-in. Minerva has been the one constant in my life. I’m so grateful for her.” She shook her head and opened the utensil drawer to retrieve measuring spoons and a whisk. “She was there for me when I was a new wife, a new mother, a new divorcee… Minnie has become a sort of secu
rity blanket for me.”
I leaned on the counter across from where she was setting up, and her eyes immediately went to my shoulders and my bare chest. Yeah, shirtless was definitely a good decision. “But you and Minnie are close, right? I mean, it’s not your typical employer/employee relationship.”
Darcy sighed and shrugged. “I like to think it is, but…how can it be? Minnie has put my family ahead of her own for years, and I keep her on even though I don’t really need the help because I live alone.” She turned to grab eggs, milk, lemons, and ricotta out of the fridge. I didn’t cook much, and rarely from scratch, but I realized as she was measuring out the ingredients that she’d bought all of it ahead of time because she knew they were my favorite. She’d planned to make them for me while I was in town. That made me happier than it should.
“So, why do you keep her around?” I asked, trying to hold up my end of the conversation without getting lost in the movement of Darcy’s deft fingers. “If you don’t need her, I mean.”
“Well, the answer to that question is easy. I’m lonely,” she said in a matter-of-fact way whilst cracking two eggs one-handed. “She comes three days a week now, and while she’s here, we clean the house together, talk and eat lunch, drink a cocktail or two. And then she goes home to her husband, and I eat dinner alone. She’s my best friend. I pay her to be my best friend. Isn’t that pathetic?”
“Darcy…” I said softly, slightly stunned at how quickly we’d stumbled into this topic. My assessment of her was never off. She was the sad, pretty housewife. I rounded the island, moved in behind her, and wrapped my arms around her as she tried to hold back her tears.
“Anyway…that’s where Minnie is today. Spending time with her family.” She twisted in my embrace so she could look me in the eye. “And I’m spending time with you,” she whispered before bringing her lips to mine, a soft press and a quick sweep of her tongue before she focused on her task again.
“You know… I was thinking of that conversation we had at lunch the first day I got here.”
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