27. Darcy
Chapter 27
Darcy
T HE CELEbrATION FOR Anthony’s parents is today. And for as wonderful as the rest of our lives currently are, my man has been nothing but stressed about this. The last couple of days he’s slept terribly, tossing and turning.
But right now, he’s asleep, one inked arm thrown over his head, breaths coming deep and easy from his bare chest, and he’s at peace. No trace of the stress that’ll immediately fall upon him as soon as he wakes.
Sunlight streams in through the butter-yellow curtains and bathes the room in a warm light. I deliberately picked the color to emphasize the morning sun since the windows face east, and I haven’t regretted it once in all the mornings I’ve woken up here.
Sliding the covers down, I treat myself to the vision that is his impressive, and delightfully naked, form. Hard lines and tight, corded muscles that speak of years of hard work and physical labor, plus the work he’s done to hone his body with weights. And speaking of weighty, his morning erection is something to behold. I’m not sure I’ll ever get over the way this specimen of a man wants me, but hey, I’m good with it.
I settle between his legs, aware he’s woken up because of the way his breathing’s changed, but he keeps still, his eyes staying closed, as I lean forward to press my nose against his abdomen. God, he smells so good. Like sleep and fabric softener, along with that signature Anthony scent. It makes me wet. Pressing my legs together, I leave his stomach and turn to his cock, slowly licking up the shaft. The moan that rumbles out of him is low and delicious, his length growing even more in response to my attention.
“Darcy.” His voice is soft.
I hum and continue my work, wanting nothing more than to bring this man to orgasm and send him into the day on a high note. His hands thread through my hair, pulling it to the side and giving him a clear view of me. Our eyes meet as I swirl my tongue down and around his erection, and his darken.
“Harder,” he commands.
“Woken up feisty, have we?” I smirk.
He tightens his hold on my hair, tugging it in a way that gives me all the pleasure but still lets me know he means what he says. When his next word is, “Please,” I merely blink up at him and give him what he wants.
In less than a minute, he’s yanking me by my hair up his body. “I need to come inside that tight cunt, Darcy.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, barely able to balance myself before he’s bringing me down onto his cock in one swift, delicious motion. “You’re so fucking big in the morning.”
“Only for you,” he grits out, his jaw tense with the effort of holding himself back. He swirls his hips and I moan, following his rhythm like a woman enchanted. “Now ride my cock like a good girl.” His fingers dig into my hips.
“I’m close,” I gasp.
“Play with your tits, Darcy. Let me see you.”
I lever up to squeeze my breasts, the movement adjusting the angle of how he’s hitting, and moan at the unfamiliar sensation. We keep going, our bodies slicking with sweat. His eyes never leave mine.
“I love you,” I whisper.
His irises darken to a forest green as he grins naughtily. “Fuck yeah you do.”
A surprised laugh bursts out of me, and his entire body flinches at the way it makes my pussy contract around him. “That’s what you get,” I scold him.
He thrusts into me, and I gasp. “And that’s what you get, sweet girl. I love you, too. Now do me a favor and come,” he urges, moving his hand off my hip so he can press a thumb to my clit and circle it.
The pressure is exactly what I needed, and I throw my head back, losing myself to the heat of his touch. Every part of my body is alive, wild and free, and there, building at the edges of pleasure, is a mounting wave of intensity.
“There it is, yes,” he praises. “I can feel you. You’re almost there, baby. Squeeze me. I need you to take all my cum.”
I whimper, my legs shaking. “It’s too—I need—fuck, I—” My words break off, and I give in, shattering.
“There you go— fuck. ” He grunts the last word as I shout and bear down on him, coming so hard that my vision darkens for a moment.
Then he roars, thrusting and holding as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me. I keep rolling my hips, slowly coming to a stop as his chest heaves from the early-morning exertion.
I breathe, sweaty and sated, only slightly beginning to get my bearings. I push my hair away from my face and grin goofily down at him.
He grins right back, then pulls me to his chest, the two of us still connected, and presses a kiss to my forehead. He pulls my hair into his hands, gently working out the tangles as our breathing evens out. After another few minutes, he says, “Good morning.”
I giggle. “Good morning.”
“Please feel free to wake me up like that any time you want,” he says. “Truly. Any time.”
“Mmm,” I hum against his chest. “Only if you fuck me like that when I do.”
“Deal.”