Everything inside me was mad storms and wild earthquakes, and still, somehow, I kept my feet beneath me.
And then I was moving. There were words on my tongue, but I couldn’t seem to find them. Instead, I found her.
I wrapped my hands around her strong, slender shoulders, then stared down at her face. Her beautiful face that haunted me even when she was right there in front of me.
Her lovely face that I knew would haunt me forever.
She had already wrecked me. Or I had wrecked myself. And I didn’t know what to do with all the wreckage.
So I set my mouth to hers.
She surged to meet my kiss as if she was returning a punch, and she wound her arms around my neck.
And I couldn’t pretend I didn’t feel the desperation. The loss.
The love, something in me whispered.
She pulled away, and I thought she would turn and run, finally. Was that what I’d wanted all along? But this was Darcy. My little dancer, as brave as she was beautiful.
She pushed me back onto the sofa and I let her do it. I let myself fall, feeling greedy and nearly delirious with it as she followed me down, climbing on top of me as we went.
I would never get over the way we fit together. Electricity and need, skin against skin.
I lay lengthwise on the couch and waited, teeth gritted, as she knelt over me. Her pussy brushed against me, molten hot. I didn’t know how I managed to stay still as she lifted herself up, then worked herself down on my cock.
We’d fucked a thousand times by now. More. Several times today already.
But this was different. Everything was different. My hands circled her hips and
she braced herself against my chest. Her gaze locked to mine, and I saw too many things there.
I told myself I didn’t know what they were.
And then slowly, deliberately, she drove us both insane.
A slick, slow lift, then that hot clasp of her sweet pussy as she glided back down.
Again and again, until there was only the sensation. The joining.
And all the things I couldn’t feel. Or wouldn’t let myself feel. Or more precisely, wouldn’t let myself name.
There was only Darcy. And this dance she taught me.
And it didn’t matter who knew the steps and who didn’t. All that mattered was that it lasted forever. That was all I wanted. Darcy. This.
But all too soon, I felt her shudder. And that ripple washed over her, down into her tight, hot pussy, then threw her over that cliff.
And me along with her.
It was a long time later when she stirred, then pushed herself off me. She got to her feet and gathered the throw around her like a robe again.
“Darcy,” I started.
She had already begun to head for the door, but she stopped then and looked back over her shoulder. Her black hair spilled down her back in abandon, the way I liked it. But her melting brown eyes were filled with loss.
“You deserve love, Sebastian, no matter what you think,” she told me, her voice hushed. “No matter what you’ve convinced yourself all these years. You deserve it. But so do I.”
“Don’t do this.”