Written in the Stars(75)
“Kiss me,” Darcy panted and used her grip on Elle’s arm to pull her down to the floor on top of her. She kept her there with both arms banded around Elle’s shoulders.
Leaning in, she nipped the swell of Darcy’s lower lip. Ghosting her mouth over Darcy’s chin, Elle slipped lower, trailing kisses down her throat, tongue darting out every so often to taste the silk of her skin. When her lips reached Darcy’s neckline, Elle sat up on her knees and grabbed the hem of Darcy’s blouse.
Darcy leaned up and helped her strip it off. Once her top was gone, Elle took a minute to appreciate all the new skin on display. Her bra was pink and polka-dotted and sheer. Her nipples pebbled against the fabric, begging for attention.
Elle ducked her head and laved her tongue against Darcy’s right nipple through the delicate lace, teeth closing around it and biting gently, then harder when Darcy’s hand flew to the back of Elle’s head, fingers tangling in her hair and holding her there, encouraging her with little whimpers. Drawing back a bit, Elle blew against the pebbled flesh, grinning when Darcy’s hips bucked, her back arching.
“Elle, God.” Darcy’s groan verged on praise, nails raking against Elle’s scalp and sending tingles down her spine. “Your mouth. You’re killing me.”
Darcy’s head pressed back against the rug, her hair splayed out around her, the copper a stark contrast against the plush, white sheepskin. Her back curved, bowing sinfully, her hips arching up off the floor the best they could with Elle straddling her thighs.
Skimming her lips down Darcy’s stomach, Elle fumbled for the zipper on Darcy’s skirt, finding it tucked away against the side of her hip. She lowered it, the sound of the zipper’s teeth loud, making the moment feel a little more charged. Her fingers slid beneath the waist of the skirt, and tugged, yanking the stretchy wool over Darcy’s ass and down her thighs. Darcy wiggled, helping Elle slide the tight fabric off the rest of the way, down her calves and over her slender feet, her polished toes visible through her thin stockings.
Fuck. Darcy was . . . pretty beyond belief would be putting it lightly.
She wore a black garter belt, suspenders attached to the flesh-tone stockings ending midthigh. Elle swallowed and traced a finger beneath the thin, satin suspender, snapping it gently, the subtle sting, or maybe just the sound, making Darcy gasp.
Darcy was apparently impatient because one of her hands slipped between her legs, touching herself over her underwear.
“No.” Elle batted her hand away and leaned in, kissing the skin where Darcy’s leg met her body. “I’m taking care of you, remember?”
Darcy’s breath sped, rasping between her lips, and she dropped her hand to the floor.
Elle sucked at the skin on Darcy’s inner thigh until her muscles quivered and a sharp gasp slipped from her lips. “Elle.”
She stared at the skin she’d turned bright red. As far as unexpected turn-ons went, she had not expected the bright red bloom of a love bite on Darcy’s thigh to get her hot. But the thought of Darcy walking around the rest of the week with a mouth-shaped bruise—Elle’s mouth-shaped bruise—beneath her pristine dresses and perfectly tailored pants was undeniably sexy. Their little secret, proof that Darcy might looked pulled together, but Elle had the ability to unravel her at the seams and turn her into something soft and messy to be taken care of, too.
Darcy wiggled against the floor and keened softly, hips arching up off the floor.
Tearing her eyes away from the mark she’d left on Darcy’s skin, Elle kissed her way up Darcy’s thigh and over, lips skimming the edge of Darcy’s underwear. Tapping Darcy’s hip so she’d raise her hips, Elle tugged the fabric over her ass and down her thighs, letting Darcy kick them off the rest of the way. She got comfortable between Darcy’s legs, reaching out, thumbs parting her folds. Darcy was soaked, glistening with arousal, her thighs sticky damp when she tried to rub her legs together.
Elle exhaled, breath ghosting over Darcy, and then leaned in and ran her tongue up Darcy’s slit, moaning softly at the way she tasted. Darcy’s hips jerked, pressing closer to Elle’s mouth.
Elle rocked her hips down, grinding into the rug, seeking friction, something, anything to take the edge off as she wrapped her arms around Darcy’s thighs, holding her down, holding her open. She flicked the tip of her tongue against Darcy’s swollen clit, hard and fast, before wrapping her lips around the bundle and sucking it between her lips, adding just the subtlest edge of teeth to the mix.
“Fuck.” Darcy’s fingers threaded through Elle’s hair, tugging hard enough to make her scalp tingle. The feeling shot through her, making her wet. “More. Please.”
Ignoring the heat between her thighs, Elle sucked harder and moved her tongue faster, sliding one hand up Darcy’s thigh. A soft, satisfied mewl slipped from Darcy’s lips, her heat clenching as Elle slid her fingers inside Darcy and curled them forward.
“Oh my—fuck.” Darcy tossed her head to the side. The muscles in her stomach twitched as she rocked down against Elle’s fingers.
Positive Darcy was close, Elle curled her fingers harder, faster, and—
Darcy’s back arched, her thighs trembling against Elle’s shoulders, as she clenched hot and wet around Elle’s fingers. A gasp broke from between her lips followed by a low moan that set Elle’s blood on fire.