“If by cuddle, you mean cuddling my dick into your wet, tight pussy, I’m absolutely sure I should not get into this bed.” The words were out before I could rein them in. It was so vulgar. I tried not to talk to her that, but well, shit. That was exactly what I wanted to do, so why pretend?

Darcy chuckled softly, and her hand remained outstretched. Her long, slim, brown fingers slightly curled, beckoning me into her bed, and fuck... I wanted to go to her. I wanted to go to her and kiss her and cuddle-fuck her until we were both so deliriously tired that we’d sleep for a week.

“Tomorrow’s Jared’s wedding,” I said finally. “And as much as I want to be with you tonight, I don’t want to do anything that might ruin—”

“You’re right,” she whispered with a sigh. “Goodnight, Tommy.”

I leaned across the bed and gave her one last kiss. “Goodnight, Darcy.”

10

Darcy

When I woke up in the morning, my hand was already on my pussy. I couldn’t remember the last time that happened, or if it ever had happened before. Not even on the morning of my own wedding. But here I was, rolling over onto my back with my hand between my legs.

Things with Tommy had swung from barely acknowledged attraction to us devouring each other unchecked. What made me cross the line and land right in his lap, I couldn’t be sure. But he rewarded my boldness with that kiss.

Maybe what my sister said about taking some pleasure for myself and what Tommy said about me never being good to myself just made me realize that yes, I wanted this — wanted him — and a good woman would take the pleasure he offered.

So, I said yes.

And damn… I thought I knew how it felt to be desired until I said yes. I thought I understood how it felt to be on the receiving end of a man’s desires, but not this man. Most men are initiators, takers…not Tommy. He let me take from him — and feeling that power seesaw in my direction made me unsteady, at first, and more than a little unsure. But then he whispered, “Tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to make you come, Darcy?” And when I said yes, he pushed my panties to the side and did exactly that.

Remembering the desperate sounds I made in that moment made my cheeks flush hot, but the memory of how he’d reacted to my answer made my fingers slip into my already wet pussy. The look in his eyes and the things he whispered to me… It felt like reverence and sounded like prayers.