Page 54 of It's You
“You okay, Darce?” he asked, brushing her hair away from her forehead.
“It just gets better…”
“Mmm,” he murmured.
She breathed in deeply and sighed, opening her eyes to look at him as her head finally started to clear. She gave him a lazy smile and leaned up to wiggle her arms out of the bathrobe and he watched her, nostrils flaring, breath audible.
She reached up to touch his face with her fingers, trailing them down his neck, over the hard muscles of his chest, leaning forward to suck on his nipples as he had sucked on hers. He gasped, plunging his hands into her hair and throwing his head back. She sucked and licked, gently using her teeth, until he puthis hands under her arms and pushed her away. His eyes were melted gold when she looked at him.
Take off your pants.
He was up in a flash, unbuttoning his jeans and shucking them to the floor. He stood before her, completely naked, godlike in the firelight, evidence of his passion for her rampant and ready. She reached out her hand, grasping on to his sex, feeling the hot, satiny, muscled strength of him against her hand. He was big. He was so big that she worried for a moment until he distracted her with a sharp intake of breath and she wondered if her hands were too cold.
“Cold?”
He opened his eyes and tried to smile, but failed and grimaced instead. “Hot, Darce.”
“It’s you, Jack.” She took his hand and pulled him down on top of her. “I want you.”
“You’re everything to me, Darcy. Everything.”
She lay back on the couch, and he covered her naked body with his, flesh to flesh, hot, and perfectly fitted. He nudged her legs apart as he held her face between his hands, pressing his lips to hers.
The weight of his naked body on hers was incredibly erotic. He was hard and toned every place she was soft and pliant. His hard, muscled chest pressed against her breasts, his strong thighs draped against hers, his rock-hard sex intimately kissing her inner thigh.
He touched his lips to her eyelids and her nose, and trailed kisses down her cheek to her ear. He bit the lobe, and Darcy bucked up lightly against him, moving her hands slowly down his back. She wanted him to know she was ready, that there was nothing else she wanted in the world than to feel him inside of her. She raised her knees up to cradle him, locking her ankles behind his back.
He leaned back to look at her.
“You’re sure, Darce?” he asked, panting. “Are you…I mean, do you use?—”
I’m on the pill, she confirmed.
Her fingers kneaded his backside, pushing him forward.
“We’ve waited long enough. I want you. In my whole life, I haveonlywanted you.”
He braced himself over her, and she felt him start to enter her, more and more, inch by swollen inch, until his massive shaft was buried inside, and then he paused. She gasped with the fullness of having him inside of her body, the heat and strength of him stretching her, filling her, the otherworldly swirling in her belly making her dizzy, making every nerve ending beg for release.
He groaned, then stilled, putting his hands on either side of her face, making her look at him.
I love you, Darcy Turner. Forever.
Closing her eyes, she arched her back to meet him and felt his cock sink into her to the hilt. He found her lips in the near darkness, moving rhythmically inside of her slowly, in and out, in and out. She closed her eyes and rose to meet him, lifting with every thrust to guide him deeper, tofeelhim deeper, to be one with him, bound to him.
Her eyes filled with tears from the intensity of her feelings, the perfection of being joined with him. She moaned into his mouth, the sweetness almost unbearable, the tension in her body building and building until she ached for its climax. She arched her back higher and higher and felt his hands under her backside, keeping her tightly, mercilessly bound to him until something inside of her exploded, shattered into a million pieces that could never be put back together again.
She dragged her nails across his back, crying out “Jack!” as her muscles released like tightly compressed springs, spiralingup and away, to the moon and back, making her body buck and ripple with pleasure and abandon. She felt him pull back, and her eyes fluttered open. He seized them with his, liquid, molten gold, and she heard him in her head.
You belong to me, and I belong to you.
Then he closed his eyes and plunged back into the depths of her body, thrusting against her womb one final time, and growling “Darcy!” as his body tensed then shuddered, the scorching heat of his come offered in tribute as Jack Beauloup climaxed with a partner for the first time in his entire life.
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They eventually made their way up to Jack’s bedroom, making love twice more before falling into an exhausted slumber. When Darcy woke up, the moon was high and bright. She pulled a blanket over her shoulders as she swung her legs over the side of his bed and went to the window.
She didn’t hear him get up, but felt his arms close around her, pressing, laced, against her heart. She sighed with extreme contentment.
