14. Chapter 13 #3
I stop, just the tip inside her, and look down at where we're connected. So wet. So ready. Her pussy lips grip me like they've been waiting for this. Like they know exactly who they belong to now.
"Darcy." My voice is rough. "I need to hear you say it. Are you okay with this? No protection?"
She reaches up and cups my face, her dark eyes holding mine with a certainty that makes my chest ache.
"Yes. I want to feel you, Beck."
Fuck.
I thrust forward in one smooth, deep motion, burying myself completely inside her. Her back arches off the mattress, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as I fill her to the hilt.
I look down and see where we're joined, and the sight nearly undoes me.
Her pussy swallows my entire cock. Every inch of me disappears into her slick heat, her lips stretched around my shaft like she was made for this. Like she was made for me.
"Jesus Christ, Darce." I pull back and thrust all the way in again. "Look at that. Look at how well you take me."
"Yes." She whimpers, her hips shifting, trying to adjust to my size. "More."
I stay still, letting her body get used to me, but I can't keep my hands off her. I slide one hand between her legs, my thumb finding her clit, swollen and slick. I press down, circling slowly, and she moans beneath me.
"That's it, baby. Let me make you feel good."
But then her hand catches my wrist and my eyes snap up to hers.
I pause, confused, as she pulls my hand up her body. Up over her stomach, over her ribs, past her breasts. She guides my fingers to her throat, wrapping them around her neck, and looks me straight in the eye.
"Fuck me, Beck." I feel her swallow against my palm. "Take me however you want."
Holy fuck.
She wants this. She wants me to take control.
I tighten my grip on her throat, just enough to feel her breath catch, and she doesn't flinch. Her eyes stay locked on mine, and there's no fear in them. Only trust.
I start moving.
Slow at first, deep thrusts that let me feel every inch of her gripping me. Her pussy clenches around my cock like she's trying to pull me deeper, and I groan, my hand tightening on her throat.
"Like that?" I growl, my hips picking up speed.
She nods, or tries to, the motion limited by my grip. Her hands come up to hold my wrist, not to pull me away but to anchor herself. To tell me she's okay.
"Harder," she gasps.
I give her harder.
I pound into her, my hips slapping against hers, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the room. My hand stays wrapped around her throat, possessive, claiming, and she takes every inch of it.
"Look at me, Darce."
Her eyes find mine, glassy with pleasure.
"You feel that? Feel how deep I am?"
She moans, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts.
"That's right, baby. Take it all."
Her pussy flutters around me, and I know she's close. I can feel it in the way she grips me, in the desperate sounds she makes against my palm.
"Come for me, Darce. I've got you."
She shatters.
Her whole body locks around me, thighs trembling, spine arching off the mattress, pussy clenching so hard around my cock I grunt loudly and try to work her through it.
Her throat works against my palm, the muscles contracting beneath my fingers as she tries to scream my name, but the sound comes out strangled, a wrecked moan that vibrates through my hand and straight into my bloodstream.
I feel every pulse of her orgasm rippling through her, squeezing me in waves so tight my vision blurs.
And it's the hand on her throat that does it. The restriction. The way the blood rushing back sends every nerve ending in her body into overdrive, amplifying every sensation until her orgasm isn't just hitting her…
It's consuming her.
Her eyes roll back, the flush spreading down her chest like wildfire, her fingers digging into my wrist to keep me right fucking there.
Her pussy floods around me, soaking my cock, drenching where our bodies meet, and the sound is filthy and obscene, combined with the sight of her completely undone beneath my hand pushes me straight off the cliff with her.
"Fuck — Darcy —"
I spill inside her, hot and deep, my own groan tearing out of me as I fill her, still thrusting, still riding out the waves of her climax with her.
When we finally still, I'm panting, my forehead against hers, my hand now resting gently on her throat.
I look down at her. This perfect woman from a perfect world who was never allowed to make a single mistake.
Tonight, she made one big one.
Because I will never let her go now.
She's mine now.
Mine forever.
My career is in her hands. She'll write the report that decides if I stay or go. She'll recommend to Colin whether I'm worth keeping.
And after tonight, I should probably be fucking terrified about how complicated that makes everything.
Weirdly, I'm not.
Because whatever Darcy writes, I know she'll tell the truth. She proved that tonight when she wrote down exactly how badly I fucked up, even when I know she didn't want to.
Turns out, I trust her with my career almost as much as I trust her with me.
Which is probably a fucking terrible idea.
But tonight?
Tonight, it was her in my hands.
And I'm never going to forget the way that felt.