Page 10 of The Air You Breathe

“He wasn’t taking no for an answer.” I defended my actions.

“I was handling it,” she said, getting angry again. “I’ve been doing just fine since you left me three years ago.”

She might as well have slapped me because it didn't hurt any less.

“I know, I’m sorry,” I said with as much remorse as I could bleed in my tone. “Please let me drive you home.”

She studied me, her anger falling from her expression. “Fine, you can drive me home,” she said, glancing back at the group. “Evan is going to take me home.” She waved at the group, and I did the same as we heard loud giggles fading as they walked away.

I guided her to my Subaru and opened the door for her. She didn’t look at me as she slid into the seat, making me feel even guiltier about everything. I opened my trunk to get out a water bottle for her.

I climbed into the driver's seat, handing her the water bottle.

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

“I really am sorry Darcy,” I said, trying to apologize for everything but I was an idiot who didn’t know where to start.

“Do you even know what you're sorry for?” she whispered.

She always made me want to smile when she called me out on my shit and I loved it. I stayed quiet on the drive to her home. Once I parked in her driveway, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt.

“I do know what I’m apologizing for, it’s just, how do you say sorry for the biggest regret in your life?”

She slowly looked at me with indecision on her face.

“Maybe it’s too late.” Her bottom lip quivered.

I couldn’t stop myself. I wound my hand behind her neck pulling her towards me resting our foreheads together. I breathed her in, missing her scent, her warmth and I couldn’t help myself. I kissed her. I should have been gentler, but I was vibrating with need for Darcy. She was the air I needed to breathe, and I needed her now. I expected her to pull away, but she crushed her lips to mine in such a needy way that the groan that escaped her made me snap. Pushing the seat as far back as I could I yanked her to me, helping her straddle my lap since it was such a tight spot.

I kissed her like I did the day I told her I loved her, like we hadn’t been apart all of these years. It was supposed to be sweet until I felt her grind on me and she sighed.

“Evan,” she pleaded, and I had no Idea for what, but at this point I would give her everything she asked for. She pulled me in for another kiss as she rolled her hips again, teasing me to lose control.

“Darcy, you keep doing that and…”

Another roll of her hips made me throw all the right decisions out of the window. I threaded my hands through her hair, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking it back. I kissed the column of her neck down to the swell of her tits as I yanked her low neckline down enough to show me her lacy bra. She leaned back as much as the space allowed her, pushing her chest to my face, so I could take a bite of her nipple and then the other.

She moaned as she trailed a hand down my chest, past my abs and down to my cock. It was so hard, thrusting up to meet her hands, to relieve some pressure.

“Darcy, let's go inside,” I said against her neck, as I felt her tug at my belt.

“I need you now.” She kissed me, opening my mouth with her tongue, undoing my belt and zipper. Her hand pulled my cock out, giving me a firm stroke as she spit on it to make it easier to stroke me. This felt like it was out of one of my fantasies I had been replaying for years.

Her dress had slid up to her waist giving me perfect access to her pussy so I could run a knuckle over her sensitive nub. She gasped, breaking our kiss as I continued to rub her, rolling her hips against my hand. Darcy was fucking ethereal when she was wrapped up in ecstasy. I inserted a finger in her tight pussy. She was so wet, letting my finger slide in with ease as she moaned again for me. The need to hear her scream my name when she came was unbearable. I inserted another finger, rubbing the heel of my palm against her clit.

“Evan, please…” Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, a flush to her skin as her tits jiggled every time she gyrated her hips.

“Please what, you dirty girl,” I groaned, as she started to stroke my cock with more speed.

“Fuck me Evan. Please fuck me like I’m your dirty girl,” she whispered.

“God damn Darcy, you keep talking like that I’m going to fuck you in this car.” I groaned.

“Fuck me now, I have a condom in my purse.” She reached over the console to get her purse and pulled out a condom.

“Darcy let’s go inside, so I can lay you out on the bed and taste this pussy, making you come several times before I fuck you until you can’t feel your legs,” I said, pulling out my fingers and putting them in my mouth so I could taste her.

“Please now,” she opened the condom with her mouth.

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