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“It’s so nice to be home,” she says behind me.

“Sounds like you worked yourself pretty hard at school,” I say, lighting the kindling. The paper underneath leaps to life and the wood starts to crackle.

I look back and see her eyes cloud. She fidgets with the piping on the couch cushion.

After the fire is lit, I perch next to her. She’s opened the box of ornaments wrapped in tissue paper. There’s red balls, homemade clay ornaments, tinsel.

She unpacks several ornaments. “I can’t believe he still has these,” she says. “I made them in, like, first grade.”

“They’re special to him,” I say. I nod at the tree. “You feel like decorating it now?” I ask.

“Maybe in a bit,” she says.

I settle in next to her. “Do you and your dad have plans while you’re home?” I ask, taking one of her small hands in mine. When we’re this close, I can’t help but want to touch her.

She seems to think about this. “We always go shopping in the city one day,” she says. “And we visit his cousin in Fort Wayne. Other than that, we just sort of hang out.”

“Sounds nice,” I say.

“What about you?” she asks.

“I’m not really close with my family,” I say with a shrug. I closed that door a long time ago. I haven’t talked to my parents in almost a decade. “Sometimes I go ice fishing. Sometimes I hang out with friends.”

“You’re welcome to spend Christmas with us,” she says. “It’s nothing glamorous,” she warns. “I cook a ham and make popovers, but that’s about it.”

“I’d love that,” I say. This is more like the Darcy I remember. I pull her hand into my lap. Her warmth spreads into me and I’m overcome with how much I’ve missed her. I rub the back of her hand, and our eyes connect. I feel the energy between us come to life. Drawn in, I lean over to kiss her.

She closes her eyes, and our lips touch. Her skin is so soft and plush, and she smells so sweet, almost like honey. She opens her lips, and I taste her with my tongue, trying to hold myself back, but fuck, it’s been two whole months and despite daily beatings, my cock is ready to go. I stroke up her arm to her face and hold her there while we kiss, our tongues swirling. Darcy starts to breathe faster. I savor the feel of her kisses and tell myself to slow down, but it’s like my blood is liquid nitrogen, fueling a rocket ready for liftoff.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I say. I have no idea when her pop will come home, but I don’t want to be on the couch like this when he does.

“Okay,” she says, blinking her eyes open.

I lead her by the hand up the stairs and when we get inside her room, I pull her gently to me and kiss her again, stroking her back over the flannel shirt she’s wearing. I pull off my hoody and tee-shirt and come back for hers. Her skin prickles with goose flesh, but I caress up and down her arms until they soften.

Her full tits press up against my bare chest, and the anticipation to feel them naked against me gets my blood running hot all over again. I kiss down her neck to the top of her simple, white bra, adorned with a tiny, white bow in the center that looks so innocent that I have to restrain from ripping it off with my teeth.

I leave a trail of kisses along the top of her breasts, my fingers caressing the silky fabric, her nipples hardening under my touch. Her grip on my shoulder tightens. I slide the straps down, exposing her. I kiss lower, peeling the fabric back inch by inch, enjoying the way she’s shuddering. I lift both of her breasts and take the first taste, wrapping my lips around her hardness while stroking the other with my fingers. Darcy whimpers, andfuck, is it music to my ears.That’s it, I want to say, but I’m too busy devouring her tits to speak.

I twist the clasp, and the bra comes loose. I pull her back against me and groan. Her skin on mine, with her peaks pressing into my chest, sends a pulse of hot blood straight to my cock. I scoop her up and carry her to the bed. My brain is too consumed with the need to have her that I’m dangerously close to letting my inner caveman take over. I relive that fantasy of bending her over her desk and pounding into her sweet pussy from behind until she screams my name. But that’s not what she needs. Now that I know she’s mine, we have all the time in the world for games like that. I grin to myself as I lay her on the bed and kiss down her belly.

She helps me by lifting her hips while I peel her pants down, taking everything with it. I kiss my way back slowly, spreading her thighs as I go so that she’s wide open for me by the time I get to her juicy folds. At this point I’m so eager to taste her that I practically pounce, sliding my tongue along her. Darcy gasps and squirms. I press her thighs open even wider so I can lick up and down. Fuck, she tastes good. Better than I remember: raw and spicy at the same time.

I slide my tongue inside her while my thumb rubs her clit. Darcy shudders. I want to make her come, I want to hear her cries split the silence I’ve been living with for months. She starts to breathe louder, her juices coating my chin. I swirl around her clit and sink my finger inside her. God, she’s tight. I stroke in and out while my mouth suckles her juicy folds. I can feel her body tense and her hands grab the sheets. It feels so good to take care of her like this, to put her pleasure first. My tongue flicks faster in time with my finger stroking her special place as her breaths start to come in gasps. Her chest arches up and she starts to come. I reach up and grasp one of her breasts, tugging at her hard nipple. She lets loose a series of cries as her body starts to tremble and her pussy pulses around my finger.

As she reaches her climax, her hips arch to me. I pause there, feeling her body shake, savoring the way she’s given herself to me completely. When her tremors fade, she relaxes against the sheets, and I slide out of my jeans then kiss my way up her body, savoring the salty taste of her skin now that we’ve gotten things started. I get to her breasts and give them each some attention, grinning when she bucks away. But they’re irresistible, so full and ripe, like a soft peach. Another shudder passes through her, and I kiss back up to her mouth, letting my fingers caress and stroke her breasts, then down to her pussy. She shudders again. I keep my touch light and playful until her kisses tell me she’s ready.

“Open these pretty thighs wide for me, darlin’,” I say, urging her open with my hands. She feels tense, so I stroke her skin for a moment then move between her knees, taking a moment to admire how gorgeous she looks beneath me. I coat my shaft with her juices, sucking on her shoulder so hard I’m sure I’m leaving a mark, then slide inside.

I groan as I stretch her walls. She’s tight and soft at the same time. I grasp her hip for leverage and arch all the way in, feeling the head of my cock fill her completely and my hips press into hers.Sweet ecstasy, I think as I slide back. She’s silken and so warm inside, squeezing me so tight. I arch again, this time unable to go slow. Darcy gives a little cry as our bodies meet. I caress her breast, teasing her nipple. Fuck, everything feels so good. Her round tit in my hand, her tight pussy welcoming my cock, her little breaths of pleasure filling my ears. How I’ve lasted two months without her is a miracle.

I move faster, my need taking control. The room and the bed start to blend into the background. There is only our bodies moving, sharing this pleasure, this release. I fold her thighs and push them up, allowing me to go deeper. Darcy arches back and clenches her eyes shut. My hips are getting sticky with her juices; I feel my release coiling at the base of my cock, but she comes first.

I kiss down to her left breast and pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue. She cries out, her body tensing. Her eyes squeeze shut and little yelps erupt from her lips. I can feel her start to come, her walls gripping me so tight, like she never wants me to stop. I start to lose control, arching faster, my hips driving hard against her so that when my release finally breaks free, I groan like a bear. I thrust again and again, burying myself in her until I’m completely spent.

I pause there, pressing into her so our bodies are as close as they can get. The details of the room return. I notice it’s now dark, and that we never made it under the covers. Darcy trembles a little in my arms. I slide out of her and pull her to my chest, folding the other half of the comforter over us.

It’s only when I have her in my arms that I hear her crying.

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