Page 90 of One Secret

'Sure...' I yawn around the word. I'm exhausted but I don't want to sleep yet. 'But I was thinking... Do you ever wonder if you can know one version of someone so completely, maybe more than they know themselves even, and yet still barely scrape the surface of who they are? Because they only ever show that one version of themselves around you? That one of many?'

When Darcy doesn't reply for several minutes, I open my eyes to see if she's fallen asleep. She's watching me with a stare that's scarily perceptive. I feel it down to my bones.

'Maybe,' she agrees.

I'm surprised when she then sits up, rearranges our positions, and swings a leg over my hips.

'On the other hand,' she says, straddling my pelvis and bringing that beautiful tightness of hers up close and personal with my aching shaft. 'Perhaps getting to know someone that intimately in one version of themselves...' Clawing her hands, Darcy scrapes her nails gently over my lower abs. The muscles contract and shudder under her touch. My dick starts to harden. '...means that you learn a little more of the other editions that your partner never meant to reveal...?'

The way Darcy's looking at me is unsettling. It seems to cut me to the quick.

Speaking of revelations...

Spreading a wide grip over one of her thighs, I reach the other up to her neck. I brush aside her hair to find that ink behind her ear. It's a rune. Something old and Scandinavian. Norse, perhaps.

'What does this mean?' I ask, tapping the tattoo with my forefinger.

Darcy smiles softly. There's a teasing in her eye but something deeper is happening behind her irises. Something almost... sad.

'You won't like it,' she warns me.

'Why?' I ask. 'Does it say "Van Halen 4 Life"?' I draw the number four in the air.

She barks an unattractive snort of laughter. But the sudden light in her eyes now overshadows everything else.

'Ha. Ha,' she punctuates dryly. 'Guess again.'

'You could just tell me?'

She shakes her head.

'It's personal.'

Taking her by the hips, I lift my ass to rub my growing length hard against her folds. She lifts her chin and leans into the motion, moaning deep in her throat.

'I'd say we're more than a little personal by now...'

'Mmm...' Darcy moans as I thrust up against her again. 'Ah...'

She has to clamp down with her knees and flatten her hands over my stomach to keep herself steady.

'Sorry,' she finally breathes with a teasing smile. 'It's very personal. You'll have to earn that secret.'

'I didn't earn it earlier?' I tease.

She grins.

'Not the tattoo...' Her hands stroke up towards my pecs, claiming her sexual territory. 'But you certainly earned a return of services rendered...'

As she leans down, our navels brush together and the tips of her breasts flutter over my skin. She dances a whisper of a kiss over my mouth.

'Mmm...' I sigh into her kiss. 'I didn't do it for repayment.'

'I know... But I'm curious about what it will take to bring you so high that you pass out.' That bark of laughter makes another appearance as Darcy braces her hands on the cushion on either side of my head. 'Look at you!' she crows.

'What?'

'Looking like a fucking hero. You're so damn proud of yourself that you did that to me, aren't you?'

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