His hold on me tightened, his fingers buried deeper inside of me. “Maybe I just want to hear it,” he whispered hotly. He withdrew his wet fingertips and painted my clit with my own arousal. “Maybe I just want to hear it. Maybe I just want to hear you say you’ll miss me. Miss my touch. That you wish things were different between us. Maybe I just want to hear you say it, hermosa. ‘Cause I know, I’ll miss you. Miss this.”

“Oh, Tommy,” I said softly, wanting to give him those words but still afraid of hurting him.

So, I gave him what I could give him in this moment.

Twisting slightly in his embrace, I sought and found his mouth. The moment our lips brushed, he turned their meeting into a needy, desperate kind of thing. His tongue invaded my mouth. My body responded to that invasion and the feel of his hard dick against the crease of my ass, his hips thrusting against me at the same rhythm he made with his tongue. The twin sensations made me so wet that my inner thighs were slippery and refused to stay closed under the careful attentions of his fingers.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” I cursed softly only a second before the pleasure washed over my body, and I immediately wanted more.

I reached back and covered his hardness with my hand. He pressed himself into my palm the moment he felt the contact. Feeling him so hard and so ready and so right there made me reach inside the elastic waistband.

“Shitttt…soft, soft, soft, Darcy,” he whispered, pressing his lips against my bare shoulder.

He felt so velvety hot in my hand. Thick and weeping at the tip, and I wanted him inside of me just like that. Just the way he felt in my hand.

“Take off your bottoms,” I whispered.

He went absolutely still for a moment, and I knew what he was thinking. We were outside and only barely shielded from my neighbors if they chose to get inquisitive. Every door and window in my house was open to the breeze, and if anyone were to come to visit, they could be inside and upon us before we even heard them.

I didn’t care.

“Take them off. I want you inside of me. Right now. Just like this,” I whispered, stroking my hand up and down his length with a soft, whispering touch.

“But—”

“Just like this,” I repeated.

Tommy let out a shaky breath. “You sure?” he asked.

I nodded and tugged at his waistband again until he pulled them off himself, kicking his legs free and sending the pajama bottoms flying. They caught on the little wrought iron chandelier over the bistro table. We both chuckled, and then we kissed, and he untied my robe, exposing my naked body to the soft morning breeze, and all humor left me.