Written in the Stars(61)
Of course, her underwear matched. Crisp black lines curved around her hips, a triangle of barely there lace covering her core, red curls trimmed neat beneath.
Elle’s heart skipped several beats before crashing against her sternum. “Come here,” she whispered, hands reaching for Darcy.
Darcy crawled back up the bed, legs straddling Elle’s hips. Her hair spilled over one shoulder and down her back in a cascade of copper curls that Elle wanted to sink her hands into, so she did. Short nails scraping against Darcy’s scalp, she drew her closer, close enough to kiss.
The hand not tangled in Darcy’s hair slipped down her side, tracing the sinful curve of her waist and paving a path lower, fingers plucking at the thin band of Darcy’s underwear, snapping it gently against her skin.
Hips circling, Darcy groaned into Elle’s mouth, rocking against Elle’s thigh.
Taking the hint, Elle slipped her fingers beneath the crotch of Darcy underwear and ran her finger along Darcy’s slit. Sinking two fingers inside, Elle let her thumb brush against Darcy’s swollen clit, lips curling in satisfaction when Darcy whimpered against Elle’s mouth and circled her hips.
“Harder,” Darcy whispered against Elle’s lips. “Please.”
Elle crooked her fingers, applying more pressure to the raised patch of nerves inside Darcy’s slick heat, and thumbed her clit faster. “Like this?”
Darcy threw her head back, long hair tickling the tops of Elle’s thighs as she straightened, riding Elle’s hand. It gave Elle a perfect view of where her fingers disappeared, sinking inside Darcy’s tight, wet heat. Shiny arousal slid down the back of her hand as Darcy rose and fell, fucking herself on Elle’s fingers, starting slow and moving fast, desperate, soft cries spilling from Darcy’s lips as Elle moved her thumb faster, harder, determined to make Darcy come as hard as she’d made Elle.
Gorgeous, Darcy was so unbelievably gorgeous. Sweat broke out along her neck and the space between her breasts. Leaning up on her left elbow, Elle tugged at the cup of Darcy’s bra until it slipped, and closed her lips around Darcy’s nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing the pebbled flesh and making Darcy keen, thighs shaking as she came hard around Elle’s fingers.
Stroking her through the aftershocks, Elle tried to gauge whether Darcy could keep going, whether she wanted Elle to get her off again. When Darcy reached a hand down, weakly pressing at Elle’s wrist, Elle stopped, fingers sliding out of Darcy and splaying limply on the bed beside her.
Darcy rolled to the side, collapsing against the mattress, chest heaving, her legs tangled up with Elle’s. Her skin was flushed, her bra and panties askew, and a slight sheen of sweat covered her skin from her hairline all the way down to her navel, which rose and fell, jumping in time with her pulse.
Elle licked her lips, suddenly parched. Reaching over to her nightstand, she unscrewed the lid on her bottle of water and drank deep, gasping lightly after she finished. Pivoting, she turned, bottle in hand, and stared at Darcy’s wrecked form.
Hair sticking to her forehead and splayed against the pillow in a fiery halo, Darcy panted lightly, chest heaving and air whistling from between shiny red lips. Debauched, Darcy looked like Elle felt—a beautiful mess.
“You want some?” Elle swung the bottle by its neck, biting the inside of her cheek when Darcy snatched it and arched up, throat working as she chugged deeply until not even a drop remained.
“Sorry.” Darcy laughed, collapsing back against the pillows. “If you wanted more of that.”
Not a big deal. Elle tossed the bottle back on the nightstand where it rolled, landing against the floor. She’d pick it up later.
With a sigh, Elle lowered herself back down to the bed, muscles finally sinking into the mattress as she gave herself permission to go from person to amorphous puddle of goo. Or she did once she flipped over to her side, facing Darcy, who appeared to have finally caught her breath.
Reaching out, Elle rested a jittery hand on the dip of Darcy’s waist and waited for her to roll away or say something that would cement the fact that Elle was never this lucky. But that didn’t happen. Elle waited another beat for good measure, then paved a path from Darcy’s ribs down to her hip, delighting in the way her clumsy touch managed to make Darcy shiver and burrow closer.
Kicking the covers free, Elle reached down and tugged the sheet over them both, cocooning them inside her warm, if not slightly small bed and slid closer, close enough for their knees to knock.
“Stay?” Elle whispered.
Darcy pressed her lips together, her eyes flickering over Elle’s face, searchingly. Elle held her breath, hoping that maybe fate and the universe had conspired and decided she had waited long enough. That she could have everything she wanted and then some.
A dimple appeared in Darcy’s cheek, bracketing Elle’s favorite freckle as her eyes softened. “I can do that.”
Chapter Thirteen
Whoever gave the sun permission to shine that bright needed to take several seats.
Elle scrunched her eyes shut against the midmorning sun streaming through the window beside her bed. Even then, a warm orange glow penetrated her lids, forcing her to burrow into the pillow. With an east-facing bedroom, she seriously needed to invest in some blackout curtains. The legit kind, not the ones she’d bought on sale off Amazon from a third-party seller that had one promising review that she was now ninety-nine percent certain had been written by the seller themselves.