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I’m now officially “tomorrow’s Darcy”, and yet I have no idea how to solve this problem. Tara is leaving in two hours for a weeklong trip to debut her performance in France, but I have to stay behind to work. I love my year 12 students, but capitalism is bloody homophobic. But I know that she wants to get in a good hair washing before she leaves, and that requires a fair bit of time and attention on her part. She didn’t get time to do it last night because of our… other activities. So I have to think carefully about how to play this.
I would love to be in bed sleeping the day away on a Sunday morning, especially with Tara being up at the arsecrack of dawn to get ready to go, but a promise is a promise, even if she doesn’t plan to hold me to it. With that truth in mind, I slink out of our warm, comfortable bed to find her packing her makeup kit in the bathroom. With a yawn I don’t bother to stifle, I slide my hands around her waist and lay my forehead on her shoulder, resting just a moment longer on her. She chuckles and turns around in my arms to face me, patting down my wild hair that’s probably trying to poke her in the eye.
“Well good morning. I wasn’t expecting to see you until five minutes before the cab arrived! To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Your pleasure,” I mumble into her shirt. She hums in question, so I lift my head to look at her properly. “I’m here for exactly that: your pleasure. Yesterday I promised I was going to eat you alive and, while I did make you come rather spectacularly last night if I may say so myself, I didn’t hold up to my end of the bargain. I didn’t technically eat you out, not peach nor pussy.”
She snorts and rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling, and I can’t help but grin back at her. Just like her smile, she’s infectious, and I’ve got a bad case of her.
“You’re an idiot, and I love it. But baby, you know I have to wash my hair before a show week, and it takes me an hour, and I can’t be late for my flight, and-” but I cut her off with a finger to her lips.
“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll take care of you. Let me wash your hair for you. It’ll be… part of the experience.” I do my best Nick Nelson Puppy Eyes (trademark pending) impression and pull her closer to me. She laughs and acquiesces easily. “Excellent. Now, what’ll it be? Peach, or pussy?”
She eyes me for a long moment, and I’m just about to insist that it was a joke when she leans into me, lips brushing mine, and whispers “Why should I have to choose when you’re supposed to me making it up to me, hmm?”
The suddenly husky tone of her voice and her lips against mine leave me stunned for a moment, but before too long I’ve come back to myself, and I rush to turn on the shower and swish some mouth wash while I rip off my own clothes and leave them in a haphazard pile on the floor.
I come from behind her once more and undress her silently, then begin to unwind the two French braids in her hair. As I scratch at her scalp, she closes her eyes and leans back into me, and for a moment I’m transported back to yesterday when we were pressed together like this on the bed. Suppressing a shiver, I move in front of her to kiss her and caress her face. She was hesitant for so long to show me her natural hair unstyled, but eventually she started to believe me when I said that she was beautiful to me in all her forms.
I lead her by the hand into the shower, positioning her under the water. While she lets it soak into her hair, I bend down to direct my attention to her breasts, holding one to massage and the other to my mouth. She gasps and moans when I suck her nipple into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue and tugging it gently between my teeth. Despite the ways I have her body memorized better than my own, it never ceases to amaze me how new and wild it feels every time I get to experience her like this.
After switching sides, I know it’s time to take care of her another way. We switch places so I’m under the water, and I lather her shampoo into her hair, massaging her scalp and combing the suds through her hair with my fingers. While she’s rinsing, I take a moment to give myself a quick soap to wash away any remains of yesterday’s activities, given my half-hearted, sleepy cleanup last night.
She wants to comb her conditioning treatment in herself, so I take the opportunity to spread her coconut and vanilla body wash in every spot I can manage. And if I wash her ass for three (not-so-) straight minutes, that’s our business. While she winds her hair into a claw clip to let the conditioner set, I take down the shower head and trace the shapes of her body with it, and I love how she changes between giggles and moans in an instant. I run the water over her legs, occasionally letting it quickly graze past her pussy. I’m not sure if it’s technically a thing, but I’m fairly certain that teasing her is my own personal kink.
She lets me know when she’s had enough by grabbing onto my shoulders and digging in her pretty pink nails, groaning out my name in a warning tone. I return the showerhead to its rightful place and kiss her fiercely. Pulling away, I grin wickedly at her and wrap one arm around her waist to palm her ass, and the other finds a place right on her pussy. She instinctively starts to grind into me, but I use my body to push her gently into the wall and still her hips.
“Ah, ah, ah, not yet, baby. You have to decide which one you want first.” She glares at me, but she gently shoves me back and turns around, spreading her feet wide and leaning her forearms against the shower wall. She’s made her choice, and it is… exquisite.
I kneel down clumsily, distracted by the way the water droplets run down her ass, and I lick them up until each trail has disappeared. I gently bite each check and she takes in a sharp gasp, then releases a shuddering breath as I take each perfect cheek in hand and gently spread them. She’s so beautiful, even like this, and the way she trusts me entirely fills me up. “I love you,” I whisper, barely audible over the water hitting my back.
Just as she starts to answer, “I love-“ I interrupt her by licking straight up between her cheeks. “DARCY!” she squeals instead, and I chuckle.
“I know you love me baby,” I answer her, before circling my tongue around her hole. I know she doesn’t like fingers in her this way, but she really loves when I push my tongue in just a bit, so I do, just to hear her cry my name again. She does, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. After a few minutes of attention here, I stand up and move her into the water. “Wash out your hair, my love, and I’ll be right back to eat you up all over again.” I blow her a kiss while I step out to towel off and give my teeth a quick brush.
When I open the shower door, she’s got her hands in her hair, eyes closed, letting the water rush over her. She peeks open one eye after feeling the rush of cool air and asks “What? What are you staring at?”
“You. Just you. Always you. You’re so beautiful, it literally makes me wet just watching you wash your hair.” She blushes as she turns to switch off the water, and when she turns back I’m waiting with a towel opened for her. She flashes me her stunning smile and steps into the towel, letting me wrap her in it. With my arms around her, I take a moment to kiss her tenderly. When I release her, she grabs her hair wrap and puts it on, and I steal the opportunity to pepper her neck with kisses while she’s busy. I lead her by the hand to the bed and she lays down, letting her knees fall open for me without hesitation. I lay down between her legs, tracing the creases of her hips with my fingertips while I kiss hungrily up her thighs. When I’m so close she can feel my breath on her center, she starts to writhe with need. I may not always be able to meet her every need and desire, but this I can do for her. With pleasure.
I flatten my tongue and lick a long stripe right through her folds, then dart my tongue in little bursts onto her clit.
“Yes, baby, yes, I need you,” she cries. She has no idea how much I need her too. I’m like someone dying of hunger, and here she is to fill me up. And I’m ready to gorge myself on her. I dip my tongue slowly into her pussy, letting the taste of her settle on my tongue, grounding me. I pick up the pace and begin fucking my tongue into her in earnest, spurred on by her cries. She grabs at my hair and tugs in time with my rhythm, and the fact that she knows how much she needs and deserves this kind of pleasure blows my mind. I know I only have time to take her close to the edge and make her wait there just once, so I pull off her and scramble up onto my knees, placing my hands on her breasts and kissing her fiercely.
She’s panting into my mouth because I had her so damn close to the edge, but I know she loves it. She can’t take more than two close calls before she comes undone, so I know she won’t complain. But she’s arching against me, trying to find any source of friction that will let her come. She pouts when I let her go to lean over toward the bedside table, where I slide open the drawer. I take out her favorite rubber toy and slather it with lube, maintaining the kind of eye contact that makes her whine for me. I straddle her hips, facing her feet, so I have a good view of what I’m about to do to her. I tease the toy around her entrance, slowly and shallowly pressing in and out of her.
I feel her arms slowly snake around my waist, and for the first time it occurs to me that I might just be able to come with her this morning. In all honesty, I had planned to take care of myself after her taxi left. But this… this could be good. Better than good. It’s everything.
As she slowly strokes me, she asks “How are you already so wet for me, handsome, when I’ve hardly touched you, hmm?” A slight shake to her voice betrays her act of composure and control. She knows that calling me handsome stokes my fire and leaves me feeling euphoric, and I love her for it.
“Just for you, my love,” I answer, before deciding that now is the time to send her toward the edge once again.
I start pumping the toy into her in earnest, knowing that this angle will hit that perfect spot inside her with an unrelenting rhythm. With my other hand, I use two fingers to start rubbing at her clit, and she begins to cry my name over and over again. At the same time, my pussy is rubbing against her abs, and her fingers are toying deliciously at my clit. I know that I’m coating her in my own wetness, but that knowledge only spurs me on to rub myself more vigorously against her. I can feel the moment she starts to lose control because she begins to convulse underneath me, crying “Fuck, yes, baby, I’m coming!” And witnessing her come undone with utter abandon becomes my undoing, and I’m following right behind her. Quietly, for once in my damned life, because her words are ringing in my ears. After we catch our breath, I dismount and pull her up into a kiss, slow and deep as my love for her.
She pulls back reluctantly, checks the clock, and groans miserably. “Darcy, you’d better call the cab company and tell them to give me another ten minutes before the send the driver. And if I miss this flight, you’re going to pay.” I raise an eyebrow and grin wickedly at her. She jabs a finger into my chest threateningly. “Not like that, you insatiable maniac!” She chides. “I’ll have to braid my hair in the cab,” she says, as she continues muttering things she still needs to do. I throw on some boxers and a vest, call the cab company, and put all her packing cubes as neatly as I can manage into her suitcase, leaving it waiting by the door. I start brewing some coffee into a travel mug so she has some caffeine, and grab a pumpkin muffin made by Nick from the freezer.
She comes into the kitchen looking fresh and radiant in comfortable clothes and a sleek silk hair wrap, and I give her the bag with her coffee and muffin and place a kiss to her cheek. She gazes at me for a moment, eyes softening, before pulling me into a hug. “I’m really going to miss you, baby,” she says into my neck.
“Me too, my love. I wish I could be there. When the show comes to England, I’ll be there in the front row, okay? Now, the sooner you go, the sooner you’ll come back, and the sooner I can ravish you once again.”
She giggles. “I don’t think it works like that as my flight home is pre-scheduled, but I think I like your version better.” With one quick kiss, she’s out the door, on to do incredible things. Just like the incredible things she just did to me. Well, maybe not quite like that.