“Yes. I know so.” He groaned and hugged me tighter, gripping my sides in his big hands. “Now that we have all of that out of the way, can you please use me? I’m fucking dying for it.”

14

Tomás

How I could be so relieved yet feel still so raw and vulnerable didn’t make much sense to me. Telling Darcy that I was submissive and that most of my submissive fantasies were about her made it difficult to speak as we made short work of bathing and then toweling each other dry before moving back into her bedroom. She went to her vanity — a glass and brass table and mirror in the corner of her room where she grabbed a bottle of oil. The smell was familiar, wholly hers with some note in it that reminded me of church and the haunting sound of mass recited in Latin by a chorus of male voices.

“Let me do that,” I asked softly, and she smirked before handing the bottle to me.

I pulled out the little bench for the vanity, sat, and motioned for her to come close. Darcy stepped into the space between my knees and placed her hands on my shoulders.

After pouring a generous amount of oil into my palm, I began to massage it into her still damp skin. I started with her calves, working them with my thumbs until the tight muscles loosened, then moved up to her thighs, struggling not to pay too close attention to the crease between her thigh and her pussy, which was distractingly soft and inviting and made her moan and whimper. Her breasts were right at eye level, though, and I couldn’t help nuzzling against them and drawing my lips across her dark cherry nipples as I worked the oil into her skin, making it glow in the muted, intimate light her bedside lamps cast around the room.

Darcy sighed and hugged me to her chest. “What are we doing, Tommy?” she whispered in my ear.

What are we doing?

Making my heart want things I can’t possibly have. Binding myself to you in a way that’s probably going to feel like dying when I walk away.

“We’re making each other feel good for the next eighteen hours,” I said finally.

“Eighteen hours,” she echoed softly. “Is that all we have?”

“Yeah.”

“And then we’ll pretend like this never happened.”

I wrapped my arms around her, buried my face in the soft, sweet pillow of her breasts. It wasn’t a question, but I answered it anyway. “Yes…then I’ll pretend that it never happened. Pretend that I’ve never tasted you. Never heard you moan my name. Pretend I don’t know how you look and feel when you come.”

Darcy stepped back a little and took my face in both her hands. Looked me in the eyes. “I shouldn’t do this to you. I know it’s wrong.”