I kissed her again, moving my tongue to the same rhythm as my hips. Slow, hard, deep, and with her legs pinned like this, I could feel the moment when she started spinning up, tighter and tighter and so wet that the sound of our bodies coming together and all of our moaning and panting was an obscene soundtrack to the thing growing in my chest.

Pulling back, I thrust inside her a little faster now. And Darcy… She looked up at me, her mouth open, on a chorus of moans… Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Almost too hard for me to look at because seeing her so flushed, her needy pussy gripping me every time I pulled out…fuck. It was too much, and I…

“Tommy!” My name was a soft gasp on her lips right before her thighs pulled up, and she came again, in intense, rolling waves. And there I was, right behind her, about to break the crest.

“Shit! Can I come, hermosa? Please, fuck. I can’t… I can’t—”

“Yes, come. You can come, Tommy.”

Thank you… I lost my rhythm almost immediately, just became complete sensation and jerky staccato thrusts up into her. I rode the waves she made, but they kept cresting and cresting. I curled myself against her, afraid of the fall because Jesus… Just this moment before it felt bigger and better than any other time I did fall. A slow, rolling, belly-clenching tumble that made me let out a hoarse shout and bury my dick even deeper because holy shit. Her pussy. I wanted to live there. This was my home now. And she held me. With her arms, and her legs, and her sex, she held me in the most intimate way a woman has ever held me, with her secret muscles drawing every drop of cum out of me.

Nope.

Nothing would be the same after this.

15

Tomás

In the morning, I woke like I was coming out of a deep, drugged slumber, eyes sticky, my body pleasantly achy like the day after a hard workout. I stretched and reached to the left of me, expecting to find Darcy, but found cool, empty sheets in the place where her warm, naked body should be.

“Darcy?” I called out, pushing my sore body into a seated position.

The doors to the piazza were open, and a breeze wafted in, stirring the curtains and rustling the leaves of the potted plants inside the room.

“Hermosa?” I threw back the sheets and crossed the room to the open doors, assuming she was out there, drinking coffee or watering her plants. But the piazza was empty, and a quick glance found that the bathroom was empty, too.

Grabbing my tux trousers because they were the only clothing I had in the room, I pulled them on over my bare ass and went to find Darcy.