Chapter 13
thirteen
DANE
She stares at me wide eyed, mouth agape, words escaping her. “I picked up my birth control pills at the pharmacy. They’re effective immediately. Plus I’m nursing,” she adds.
Of course she did. Getting Darcy pregnant our first time together would have been a befitting memento of the occasion. I guess I can’t have everything perfect in my world in one day. It’s pretty damn close though.
I need to figure out where she keeps her pills, and as soon as I do, they’re history.
“I wouldn’t do that,” she assures me. “I would have stopped you.”
Funny she should say that. The irony isn’t lost on me.
I slowly pull out and move away, my unsheathed cock damp from us, trying not to let my disappointment ruin my first time with Darcy like this.
Padding across the living room, I grab a paper towel and wet it with warm water. Once we’re in the bedroom, I want to eat her pussy until I make it sloppy again. She watches, chewing on her lip while I clean up our cum.
This is normally the part where I call for a rideshare. Not anymore, not with Darcy.
She moves away from the sofa and starts looking for her panties as if we’re done.
Strolling toward her I say, “Clothes are working backward,” before I toss her over my shoulder and carry her down the hall.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a giggle.
“We’re going to bed so I can do this again.” I slap her bare ass just for fun, then make my way with her to our room. “That was just taking the edge off.”
Our room. I’ve never shared a bedroom with a woman before. Nothing really, not since I lost Mom. Darcy and me, though? We’re going to share everything. Kids, a last name…dreams. I’m already living mine, but anything Darcy wants to do, I’m going to be there, backing her up.
The light is still on, the fresh sheets pulled back to easily cover us up. I walk straight to the bed, gently dropping Darcy’s lithe body down onto the king size mattress. She’s the mellowest I’ve ever seen, her face gentled into a secretive smile that reminds me of the biker ad model.
She truly is my dream girl, more than anything I could even have known to wish for. There’s no arguing from her for once, no overthinking. As I lay down next to her on the bed, soft hands wrap around the nape of my neck as I pull the comforter and sheets over us. Her eyes dreamy, she confesses, “I like that I get you all to myself.”
“Me too,” I admit, running my fingers down the arm she has wrapped around my neck. Everybody thinks of her as “their” Darcy, but here, she’s just my woman.
I thought taking her once would partially sate my desire, but my compulsion to taste every inch of her skin, to bury myself inside of her until my cum fills her pussy is still consuming me. Brushing her hair from her neck, I kiss her shoulder, then slide my hand down her rib cage. Her skin smells like lavender, soft as velvet under my fingers.
Darcy cringes and starts to squirm as I run my thumb across a deep pink indention left on her hips as it stretched to hold our growing child. It’s a reminder that she recently brought our son into this world.
“I put cocoa butter on my skin constantly, but those blasted stretch marks just kept getting worse and worse.”
Running my thumb across the uneven skin, I confess, “I would have loved to see you like that. You must have been beautiful.”
“I looked like a swollen mess,” she says with an awkward laugh as she leans in, hiding her face against my chest.
Lowering my chin to rest on the top of her head, I wrap her in the protective cocoon of my arms and whisper, “They’re beauty marks to me.”
Our kiss is slow, sensual, her body coming alive again. When I kiss the pink stain on her neck, her hips buck into me. “Do you like knowing my mark is on your neck, Sugar? Because I do.”
“You shouldn’t have left it,” she pants. “Everybody in the office had to have noticed before I did.” Her tantrum ends with a stifled groan.
Grabbing one leg, I throw it over my hip, and grind my cock into her center. “See how hard you make me, Darcy? That's how aroused I get every time I see that mark, knowing everyone knows I claimed you. You’re so perfect that sometimes I can’t believe you’re real, and you’re mine.”
Our hips roll in sync as I work her into a frenzy. Her breaths turn to heavy pants and those gorgeous brown eyes of hers shutter.
I draw her into another kiss before slowly dragging myself down to her plump, cherry nipples. Cupping a breast in one hand, I lean down gently licking the areola. When a droplet of milk trickles down, I claim it with my tongue. My dick turns stone hard at the sweet taste. I feel like a crazed man needing more. Of course being with Darcy has unlocked a new kink in me. But with her. Only ever with her.
The other breast is just as sweet in my mouth. I lap at the nipple, tasting her, needing her. She brushes a hand down my back, sending a pulse of energy down my spine.
I lace my fingers into hers, holding them against the mattress. “If you touch me I am going to come way faster than either of us want.”
“I like touching you,” she says in a throaty voice.
With a smirk I say, “After I’m done.”
I hold down her hands, exploring the ridges of her neck, the freckle I find on her arm with my lips. Crawling down her body, I run my thumb back over the stretched skin on her hips, placing a kiss on each side. “Every inch of you is absolute perfection.”
“You’re full of it,” she says with a laugh, “and your beard tickles.”
“You didn’t seem to mind it so much when I was eating you on the desk,” I challenge playfully.
Her face turns beet red. “No, I liked it there, and when you’re kissing my neck.” Her eyes turn glassy as if remembering the sensation.
“Do you now?” I say in a jovial tone, crawling back up her body. I place a firm kiss on her lips, and ask, “What else do you like?”
“I like it when your hair’s down,” she confesses, bringing a freed hand up to run through a strand of hair. “And I like it when you touch me.”
“Here,” I ask, running the tip of a finger between her breasts. I keep trailing it down past her navel. A small sigh of contentment and shuttered eyes are my signal to continue until I reach the patch of trimmed hair between her legs. I graze my thumb between her lips, “Or here.”
“Definitely there,” she says with a light groan.
With a delighted laugh, I make a tsking sound, “What a greedy girl you are, Darcy.”
Spreading her legs wide, I part her lips, showing off the wetness already pooling between her legs. “Wet already?”
Her face turns bright red, “Do you think I can’t see what you’re sporting between your legs?” She gestures to the steely erection already flat against my stomach.
Refractory period my ass, not with Darcy around. With a guilty grin, I admit, “Can’t help it. It’s been like this nonstop since I met you.”
Before she can reply, I lean down and suck on the nub between her folds. Her hips buck up with a groan. As I twirl my tongue around her clit, she takes panting breaths, her legs trembling at my side.
Darcy’s fingers grasp onto my hair at the scalp, gently holding on as I lavish her pussy with my mouth. Her thighs turn stiff, and her abdominal muscles tighten, signaling an impending orgasm. With rapid flicks of my tongue directly on her clit, Darcy shatters beneath me, her grip tightening on my hair as she rolls her hips. With gentle laps I help bring her down until her body's limber. She releases my hair, running slow hands down my back making contented sighs underneath me. Swiping my hand across my beard, I look up, her hooded brown gaze meeting mine. “There you go baby. Do you need more?”
Her face turns pink, her breathing still irregular when she pants out, “I want you inside me, please Dane.”
No sound is more beautiful than my woman begging for my cock. It’s the trigger for the control I’ve held onto. I need to be inside Darcy again, to leave my cum deep within her.
I’m on top of her, feeding myself in her entrance in a flash. I grit my teeth desperate to be deeper as I wait for her to adjust to me before burying my entire length in her tight as fuck pussy. She groans, adjusting her hips.
“What a good girl you are, Darcy, taking my cock,” I praise, grinding my cock against her clit.
“That feels so freaking amazing,” she groans.
The sensation is so overwhelming my hands start to tremble holding my weight up.
“You still with me?”
She nods, and I kiss her jaw.
“Come for me again,” I whisper.
“I don’t know if I can.”
As I work her G-Spot, our ragged breaths blend into harmony, the sound music to my ears. With shallow thrusts, I prove her wrong when her walls spasm and tighten like a vise around my cock. “There you go, baby.”
“That felt electric,” she confesses. Running my fingers across her clit with rapid movements, twisting my hips until she starts to moan her orgasm.
It’s too much for me, the sensations overwhelming. My balls tighten, and after a few deep rapid thrusts, my orgasm washes over me, so powerful that dots dance in front of my eyes.
I slump down next to her, boneless, our legs tangled together as we both catch our breath. She lays her head against my shoulder, her ebony hair covering much of her body. I wrap one arm around her hip, the other under her head, and kiss her forehead.
“That was amazing,” she says.
“I knew it would be with us,” I admit, running my hands down her hair.
She nuzzles into me, making content little noises until I grasp onto her bottom, “You should sleep while you can, Sugar.”
“Maybe I’ll just close my eyes for a little bit,” she says with a yawn.
Then I do something I never thought I would do. I stare at the sleeping form of my old lady, wishing we could stay like this forever. I memorize every tiny noise she makes, the way her dark lashes look against her olive skin.
With church, the vote, and the party afterward, our day is only just starting, so I allow my own eyes to drift close.
I sleep better in that half hour than I do in an entire night, not moving until I know we must. With Darcy in my arms, everything just feels right.