Next, I slide down her body and strip off her panties, groaning when I find her soaked. My cock aches to be inside of her, but I have to have a taste first, so I lick along her seam and lavish attention on her clit. She tastes even better than cherries, and when she comes, she screams. Loudly. From now on, I’m only fucking this woman when we’re alone so she can be as loud as she wants.
When she’s done shuddering against my mouth, I stretch out next to her to let her catch her breath. While she does, I drink in the sight of her flushed cheeks, her slack mouth, her dark hair damp at the temples.
Once her breathing’s evened out, I press a light kiss to the pulse point behind her ear. “It’s already real for me, Darby.”
Her smile is luminous. “Me too.” Then she reaches for my cock. “Let me show you how much.”
It feels so good when she palms me through my pants that I know I won’t last long once I’m naked. But I let her slide the button free and tug down my zipper, and I groan when she wraps her hand around my length, stroking me up and down. When she squeezes, I almost leap out of my skin.
“I’ll get naked; you get the condom.”
But Darby doesn’t listen. As soon as I strip off the rest of my clothes, she ducks her head and swirls her tongue around my cock, base to tip, over and over, until I’m leaking pre-cum and panting with need.
“If you keep this up, I’m going to finish on your tits,” I say through gritted teeth. “But I’d rather do it inside of you.”
“Okay, but tits next time?”
I have to slam my eyes shut to wrestle myself back under control. “Christ, woman. Absolutely next time. Now come over here and ride me.”
This time she does exactly what I ask, rolling the condom on and working herself down onto my cock. She sets the pace, chasing her own pleasure, reaching up to rub her nipples, then reaching back to brace herself on my thighs. Everything she does fires my blood hotter and hotter until I can’t stand it anymore.
With one smooth movement, I flip her to her back and fuck her hard, lifting her arms over her head so she can brace herself against the headboard.
“Middle name,” she gasps as I pound into her.
Her pussy feels so good that I’ve momentarily forgotten that I have a first name, let alone a middle one, but what my woman wants, my woman gets. “Robert,” I say as my vision starts to go black around the edges.
Her hands slide down to my ass, and she digs her nails in with each thrust, chanting, “Gabriel Robert Dickenson.”
Hearing my full name in her raspy voice, knowing that it’s as real for her as it is for me, that’s all it takes. I slide my hand between our bodies, and it doesn’t take long before she’s cursing and coming, and I follow her over the edge, emptying myself inside of her.
We lay tangled together afterward, and I try to commit everything I’ve just experienced to memory. The beat of her heart, the sweat on her skin, the clench of her inner walls while I’m inside of her. I want it again and again. I might just want it for the rest of my life. But most importantly, I want Darby’s sweet smile as she looks up at me from the dark tangle of her hair.
“I can’t believe this all started with a joke text from Faith.”
“Lucky for you.” I kiss the tip of her nose.
“Very lucky for me. What do you want to do now?”
I slide out of her, already looking forward to the next time. But first…
“I’m thinking hot chocolate andThe Long Kiss Goodnight, for starters.”
She slides into my arms and rests her cheek on my chest. “Done.”
“And then we’ll come up here and use more of those condoms, and I don’t have to be anybody but myself for the rest of the time that we’re here. And then next week I want to take you to meet my parents.”
She slides her hand down my arm to trace the lines of the tattoo that symbolizes my past and my future.
“I’d love that.” Then she grins up at me. “Can I pretend to be a very bad girlfriend?”
I laugh softly and hold her close. “No more pretending. The only place I want to be bad is in bed.”
So she pushes me back against the mattress and shows me just how naughty we can be.
EPILOGUE
A year and a day later
