Written in the Stars(60)
Elle’s back bowed, hips arching off the bed in silent invitation. Silently pleading for Darcy to please get her naked and do dirty things to her, things that would leave her boneless and breathless and blissed out beyond belief.
Taking the hint, Darcy inched Elle’s underwear over her ass and down her legs. She shimmied between Elle’s thighs, lowering herself to the bed, lying on her stomach against the mattress. Warm lips caressed Elle’s inner thigh, laying down teasing kisses, Darcy’s tongue darting out every so often to trace shapes on Elle’s skin. Darcy gently nipped the crease of Elle’s thigh, a pleasant sting that drew a needy whimper from Elle’s lips. One hand hooked Elle’s right knee over Darcy’s shoulder, spreading her legs, opening her wide.
Elle held her breath, chest growing tight as Darcy’s breath ghosted over where Elle ached.
“Oh my god.” Her neck arched against the bed at the first broad swipe of Darcy’s tongue against her.
Darcy’s breath was hot, her lips even hotter as she kissed Elle, openmouthed and eager, her tongue sliding through Elle’s wetness, lapping at her entrance. Another desperate groan spilled from Elle’s lips when Darcy wiggled her tongue, slipping inside Elle, her hands reaching down to cup Elle’s ass, holding her to Darcy’s mouth.
Elle scrunched her eyes shut, fingers clenching the sheets so hard she nearly tore them off the corner of the bed as Darcy licked a path from Elle’s entrance all the way to her clit, two slender fingers replacing her tongue. Elle was so slippery with arousal that those fingers sank inside with ease, curling, pressing hard against Elle’s front wall, making her thighs tremble and her tummy harden.
In a blink of an eye, those clever fingers of Darcy’s slipped out of Elle, making her whimper at the loss. “God . . . I—”
Darcy leaned up on one elbow and brought her hand to her mouth, plump red lips enveloping her glistening fingers. Her lashes fluttered, lids lowering on a moan before they flickered open. Intense, brown eyes stared up at Elle, Darcy’s lips curling in a devilish smile around her digits, a smile that made everything south of Elle’s navel go painfully tight.
Slick with spit, Darcy slipped her fingers back inside Elle, adding another, Elle’s walls gripping Darcy tightly. Trembling, Elle’s back bowed, neck arching when Darcy splayed one hand against Elle’s belly holding her down as she lapped at her clit, soft licks interspersed with openmouthed kisses.
Letting go of the sheets, Elle threaded the fingers of her right hand in Darcy’s silky-soft hair. On a whim, she glanced down, breath catching in her throat at the sight of Darcy’s brown eyes locked on her face.
Between that stare and the perfect feel of Darcy’s mouth, Elle tipped over the edge, back bowing against the mattress, one hand clutching Darcy’s head to her sex, the muscles in her thighs shaking as she came apart in slow, trembling convulsions that stole the breath from her lungs and made her chest burn.
A weak whimper fell from Elle’s lips as she tugged even more weakly at Darcy’s hair. Fingers pressing firmer than before, Darcy didn’t back off, didn’t let up even when Elle thrashed against the covers, just this side of too sensitive. Elle had barely recovered from her first orgasm when Darcy wrenched another from her, teeth scraping gently against Elle’s sensitive clit.
An explosion of color flared against the black of her vision, a supernova bursting behind closed lids. Her back arched, a cry spilling from her lips, loud and unrestrained, nearly sobbing as Darcy licked her through it, the hand holding her down gently stroking the sweat-slick skin of her stomach.
Fingers untwining from Darcy’s hair, Elle let her hand flop down against the bed. Darcy pressed a kiss in parting to Elle’s clit and sat back on her haunches, a grin curling her mouth, lips shiny and chin wet, those dark eyes of her gleaming.
Fuck. Elle stared up at the ceiling, at where the stars stuck to her ceiling shone weakly, pale green light competing with the strands of fairy lights illuminating the room in a dim champagne glow. Her heartbeat slowed to something approaching normal, as her brain returned to her body, no longer rocketed to somewhere outside the stratosphere.
Darcy prowled up Elle’s body, all lean muscles and mouthwatering curves. She was still only half naked, though the flimsy lace bra she wore did a poor job of concealing much of anything, the taut pucker of her dusky pink nipples visible beneath. Leaning over Elle, hands braced on either side of her head, Darcy dropped, nose nudging Elle’s. “Good?”
Boneless and muscles composed of jelly, all Elle could manage was a weak laugh.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Darcy grazed her nose against Elle’s, lips brushing. Elle parted hers lazily, letting Darcy slip her tongue inside Elle’s mouth. A moan slipped from her lips at the taste of herself on Darcy’s tongue, warm musk and salty, tangy sweetness. Fuck. Elle opened wider, hands clutching the back of Darcy’s neck, tugging her close, wanting another taste of herself on Darcy’s lips.
Straddling Elle’s thigh, Darcy’s hips began to rock, riding her desperately.
Elle slid her fingers down the gentle curve of Darcy’s stomach to pop the button on her jeans. The sound of the zipper lowering was loud in the otherwise silent room, but nothing compared to the gasp Darcy made when Elle slipped her fingers inside Darcy’s undone jeans, fingers rubbing Darcy’s clit through her underwear.
“Shit,” Darcy swore, scrambling backward and tearing the denim down her thighs.