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If she looks at me like that one more time in this pub, I swear I’m going to eat her alive. I’m not even sure if I’m using that phrase correctly, but at this moment I truly just want to devour her, to eat her up. I shoot her a quick text under the table telling her as much, and she winks at me after she reads it. I glare at her playfully. She knows I’m already burning after watching her dance, and now she’s playing that little game she likes where she teases me in public and watches me struggle to keep a straight face. Me, who has absolutely no poker face whatsoever. She’s playing a dangerous game, but I’ll reward her for it later. I’m so keyed up because watching Tara dance is the sexiest thing (next to sex, of course) I can even imagine. Yes, her strong muscles and graceful movements are dazzling and make my mouth water, but there’s something more to it. For Tara, dancing is way for her to love herself. The time, effort, and devotion she puts into learning her body and perfecting her skills helps her know herself and love herself better, and that to me is more attractive than any physical piece of her. Although I do love every goddamn piece of her body.
In the pub after her performance, the gang gathers for chips and pints to celebrate and catch each other up. I love how all our friends still show up to support each other for the big things, and they’ve done it yet again for her. I love each and every one of these weirdos so much it hurts. I’m immediately distracted from my lovey feelings though once I feel her toes dragging up my leg. She’s sitting across from me in the booth, and she must have slipped off her shoe just to tease me. She’s pretending not to notice me while she listens to Nick talk about his year four students, but the slight smirk she has gives her away. I grip onto my pint for dear life and she trails higher and higher, right to where I already need her. She taps me ever so lightly in the center, and some strangled sound escapes me. Everyone immediately stops talking and looks at me, and I blush and blame the beer for making me hiccup. They all shrug and go back to their conversations. But I’m starting to reach my limit. Just as Tao starts on a film rant, Tara gives me a look that could burn me with the heat it holds, her eyes dark and hungry. And that’s it, I’ve had enough. I stand so abruptly that the table moves and sloshes beer everywhere. I stutter something out about Tara being exhausted after such an intense performance, and pat everyone on their heads in goodbye. Charlie and Elle are glaring at me for touching their hair, and Isaac is smirking up at me from behind his book. How the ace of the group has me clocked, I’m not sure, but right now I couldn’t give a single fuck. Nick and Tao are, thankfully, clueless as usual. Tara grins at me wickedly and takes her sweet time hugging everyone, leaving me tapping my foot anxiously and blushing so fiercely I fear it might become permanent.
Once we’re in the cab, I cannot keep my hands to myself. I pull her legs into my lap and bury my face in her neck, touching her anywhere I can reach. If my hand slips between her legs a few times, that’s our business. Although I remind myself to tip the driver really well after this. I palm her ass all the way up the stairs to our flat, and I press myself against her on the doorstep while she fishes out her keys and unlocks the door. She chuckles and shakes her head at my clinginess, her beaded braids tinkling, but I know she loves it. Besides, I simply cannot help myself.
I have a plan in my mind to bend her over the counter when she goes to put the keys in the bowl, but as usual my girl is far ahead of me. The moment we step inside, she whips around (abandoning the keys on the floor) and pushes me against the door, using my back to slam it closed. Immediately her tongue is pushing into my mouth and she’s pulling at my hair. It’s hot and fast and full of desperation. Tara likes to be rough with me and I’m sweet to her, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My hands are on her waist and I start tugging her shirt up, needing more of her under my touch. She pulls away to let me, and then leads us to the bedroom.
Immediately she’s back on me, her need for me setting me on fire. I reach around and unclasp her bra, and she flings it behind her. My hands are drawn to her breasts through some magnetic and automatic attraction, and she groans into my mouth. She starts clawing at my shirt, because my baby hates when her naked torso isn’t touching my bare skin. I lift my arms for her, and she hastily reveals my chest. She pauses for a moment, panting, to take me in. The love and desire in her eyes stalls my breath, and she reaches out to trace my scars with soft touches. She comes in for a hug, a rare move for her during sex, but one that threatens tears to well up in my eyes. Slowly, I sink to the floor to carefully remove her shoes. Hands hovering over her hips, I look up to wait for her nod. The little shimmy she gives as I help her out of her skirt melts me, and I can’t believe she’s mine. I place slow, open mouthed kisses to her tummy, my hands skimming her thighs. She knows it’s my favorite part of her, even though it took a long time for her to believe me. It’s just like the rest of her: strong, but soft; powerful, but warm comfortable. Once she can’t take my attention there any longer, she tugs on my hair and I stand to let my mouth find hers again, right where it belongs. Things start to speed up again, and I kiss her until she’s grinding against my thigh. Suddenly, in one motion, she strips me bare, yanking my trousers and pants down all in one go. I kick them off while she backs me toward the bed, pushing me down to sit on the edge.
This time, though, it’s my turn to surprise her. I smirk up at her as I twirl my finger in the air, asking her to turn around. She raises an eyebrow at me, but I know she trust me as she turns away. Now that her ass is inches away from my face, I can’t help but lick my lips and groan. I wrap my arms around her as I place kiss after kiss along her waist, letting my fingers trail over every crease and curve of her thighs and hips. I don’t stop until she’s shivering, muscle tensing and relaxing under my touch. Once she’s begging Please Darcy, come on baby, I need you I hook my thumbs into the waist of her knickers, waiting just a moment for her enthusiastic yes, and slide them down. I kiss and bite at each cheek in front of me and then scoot back, guiding her by the hips to sit down on the edge of the bed in between my legs. Feeling her back flush against my chest, her ass against my center, her strong legs pressed close to mine, it all makes my head spin, and I have to remind myself not to grind against her. Soon, but not yet.
I reach around and take her breasts in hand, rubbing and pinching gently at her nipples while I trail kisses down her neck. Her hands rub up and down my thighs, which frame her own. Nibbling her ear with my teeth, my hands snake their way down her tummy, her thighs, and settle on her knees. All at once I suck her earlobe into my mouth and pull her knees apart. Her gasp feels like a jolt of electricity through my body. I tease my fingertips closer and closer to where she wants me; the way she squirms and moans, the warmth and friction of her body against mine set me ablaze, and I can’t wait any longer. I trail two fingers through her folds, eager to collect any moisture I can use as lubricant, and jesus fuck she’s so wet… for me. I whisper my love for her into her ear as I circle her perfect bud, and her gasps and moans just make me want her more, want to feel her unravel underneath me.
I slip just a finger inside and she cries out, arching her back and dropping her head back onto my shoulder. I press kisses up her jaw and onto her temple and I slowly circle my finger inside her, and her nails dig deliciously into my thighs. I slip in another finger, keeping my thumb pressed to her center, and she reaches her hands back to fist into my hair as she starts to rock into my hand. She praises me until I reach my other hand up and put my fingers into her mouth, wetting them. She moans around my fingers as I continue to pump into her with my right hand, and she whines when I take my fingers out of her mouth. But she doesn’t have to wait long, because now I’m circling her left nipple with my wet fingers, and she bucks her hips up. I’m trying so hard to multitask, to focus on touching her everywhere, but my own need is starting to distract me. I roll my hips where I’m pressed up against her ass, and it’s everything. I groan into her ear, and I hardly catch her telling me to take care of yourself too, baby. Pausing for just a moment to breathe, I reach under the duvet to grab out the small wearable vibrator I had hidden under there, just in case tonight went as planned. Setting it on low, I slip it in between us so it sits just where I need it, and gives a gentle shake to her ass as well. Trusting my own needs will be satisfied now, I return to my affections, moaning and cursing into her ear as I go back to where she needs me most, loving the way she writhes against me as I pleasure her with both hands: three fingers inside now, and the other hand toying with her clit. She’s starting to lose control, and it spurs me on to grind myself against the vibrator, against all of her. Her hands are back in my hair again, and I’m starting to get sloppy as we hurtle toward the edge, but she’s far too delirious to notice now. Suddenly, she starts to come with a shout, crying out my name as she clenches and squirts against my hand. It’s so much, so overwhelming, so consuming that I can’t hold it in any longer. Let go baby, come for me, Darcy. And I do. I come hard. For never having her mouth on me or her hands in me, it’s shocking how completely I come undone. I’m screaming her name as she talks me through it, praising me for my own pleasure.
As I come down, I grab the vibrator and turn it off before tossing it onto the floor. Despite feeling like jelly, I scoot back and pull her with me, letting her wrap me up in her strong arms. Fantasy fulfilled, I’m about to drop off to sleep when I realize that I never technically ate her at all, as I had promised to if she continued to tease me back at the pub. But that’s a problem for tomorrow’s Darcy to solve.