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Fuck me, this is what I’ve been wanting, needing. To be able to be with Daria without any reservations, knowing that I’ll get to have her even when I’m done making her come. Heat from her body melds into mine, sinking deep into my bones and I’m already rock fucking hard under my sweatpants as she tugs at my hair. It’s not too hard, but enough to have me groaning against her, feeling the little minx’s mouth curve up into a smile as she kisses me.
My hands slide down and I grip the hem of her sweatshirt, tugging it up and the kiss breaks only for a moment so I can pull it off of her. Blonde hair falls around her shoulders and she pushes it back with one hand while using the other to help me get rid of my own shirt. Once we’re both topless, Daria pulls me in for another kiss, her lips soft against mine, and I feel her hands moving and it’s not until she is pressing her bare chest against my own that I realize she’s taken off her bra. The press of her skin against mine intensifies the fire in my veins, blood surging south and hardening my cock even more.
“I need you,” I grunt into the kiss, hands sliding down her bare sides until my fingers can hook into the waistband of her leggings. “Right fucking now.”
My heart pounds as she breathes out, “You have me.”
It’s all the permission I need to give her leggings a tug. In the next few seconds, Daria is pulling off of me, and my gaze never leaves her as she takes off her leggings and underwear at once, while I tug down my own sweatpants enough to have my erection spring free, standing up at her attention, craving her desperately.
The air electrifies as Daria stands in front of me, completely naked, and every nerve ending in my body comes to life just by looking at her. My breathing turns ragged, mesmerized by the sight of her; blonde hair haloing around her, breasts the perfect size to fit in my palms, and even if she isn’t too tall she’s got legs for miles. The flush on her cheeks has my stomach flipping like a Goddamn teenager, and my voice drops low as I tell her, “Come here.”
The corners of her mouth twitch up into a ghost of a smile, and she doesn’t hesitate in straddling me once more, hands gripping my shoulders as she’s careful not to jostle my bad foot. I wouldn’t even care if she did. I just need her.
Daria’s blue eyes lock with mine, one of my hands on her hip while the other grips my shaft. She’s sinking down on me moments later, and I grit my teeth as she lowers and lowers until she’s sitting on me fully, a sharp breath escaping her once she is fully seated. “God,” she moans, eyes squeezing shut and her nails digging into my shoulders.
Both of my hands tighten on her hips, gritting my teeth as I feel her warm walls hug my cock, holding her close enough that her hips brush against my own.Perfect—she feels fucking perfect, as always. Like I’m sliding home after being away for so long. And, fuck, it hasn’t even been that long since we have been like this, but it feels like it has. To have her like this again--when, for a miserable amount of time, we had decided not to have sex anymore, keeps fueling the fire in my veins.
My hand slides up until it’s lightly gripping her throat, kissing her soundly and swallowing the sexy little moan that escapes her. “You’re fucking perfect,” I voice my thoughts in a low growl. “And mine.”
“Yes,” Daria gasps against me, her hips moving, her pussy clenching around me. It makes my head go into a damn tailspin. She bumps her nose against mine, dragging her lips along my own as she whispers, “And you’re mine.”
Damn fucking straight I am. “Baby, I have been for almost a year.”
A sharp breath escapes her again, and with her lips still against my own, Daria begins moving. She pulls up before sinking back down again, setting a rhythm that has my fingers digging into her skin every time I fill her once more. It’s a sensual, slow kind of desperation that keeps us going, one of my hands cupping the back of her head to keep her lips against mine as I mutter, “I missed you.”
It’s the Goddamn truth. She lives just a few floors below me, I still saw her occasionally, but I missed this—I missedus. And it’s not just about the sex—it never was. Being able to have Daria, to call her mine. . . I feel almost underserving of it, but I need her too much to not let myself have this. She’s my first thought in the morning and the last thought at night; she’s the face I see right before a game, knowing that she will be watching at home. When I think of my life, of a future that doesn’t revolve around just football, I see her and Elaine.
I see waking up in the same bed as Daria every morning, her getting ready for work and me getting ready to head to practice while I help her get Elaine ready for daycare. Coming home to one another at the end of the day. Date nights. Being her person and her being mine. I want it all with her.
I love her.
It’s not a realization that hits me like a lightning strike. It’s just a fact, one I think I have known for a long time, but haven’t allowed myself to acknowledge it until now. And the words dance on my tongue, begging to be spoken, but it isn’t the right time. I don’t want her to think I’m only saying it because I can feel every inch of her pussy around my cock—especially when we just decided to give things a shot. It’s not the right time.
But it’s a truth. One as real and obvious as the sky is blue.
So instead of uttering those words, I push forward and kiss Daria, pouring them into the kiss, hoping she can feel every emotion that stirs up within me. Hoping that, one day, I can tell her exactly how I feel without any reservations.
15
DARIA
“So, spill the details—how’s it going with you and Caden?” Tina asks, making sure to lower her voice when she utters my boyfriend’s name.
Boyfriend. God. It’s only been a few days since the two of us mutually decided to give things a try, and it still feels strange to call him my boyfriend. But strange in a good way; in a way that’s likeI can’t believe it’s finally happening. In a way that’s likeI’ve waited so long for this without even realizing. It brings a silly smile to my face, one of pure happiness and contentment, a kind I don’t think I have ever felt before. The happiness I feel in being a mom is a specific kind of giddiness, vastly different from the elation of being in a relationship with Caden. I guess that’s what happens when you finally get out of your own way—you discover new ways to be happy.
Truthfully, things between us haven’t really changed from how we used to be before getting into a relationship. Now, it’s just a lot more kissing that doesn’t always lead to sex—though, most of the time, it still does. Which is completely fine by me. As we ease into the relationship, both of us decided that we wouldn’t be so heavy handed on the public display of affection in front of Elaine. As we establish our footing, I don’t want to change too much how we are in front of Elaine. We’re already close in her eyes, so it isn’t too difficult. I’m just not sure how to explain a relationship to my three-year-old—or if I even need to in the first place. I’m still figuring it out, given that it hasn’t been something I have needed to worry about in the past.
“It’s going well,” I answer with a smile I can’t keep off my face. My fork plays with the pasta salad in front of me, occasionally clinking against the bowl. We’re both at lunch from work, trying out a new little café near the school. Bianca couldn’t join us today, so it’s just Tina and me. “It’s like nothing and everything has changed between us. Does that make sense?”
Tina nods, smiling. “It does,” she affirms. “Even when you two were just hooking up, I think you guys were dancing around each other for a while.” Her smile turns into a smirk. “I’m glad you got your heads out of your asses.”
I snort out a laugh, cheeks warming. “What can I say? We’re both stubborn as hell.”
She laughs as well. “Should make for an interesting relationship dynamic.”
I shake my head in amusement as I take a bite of my food. The conversation then shifts, and we talk about the junior prom that’s coming up next month, which we both are chaperoning. I also tell her about a special painting I’ve been doing, commissioned by Caden’s dad that I’m keeping a secret from Caden until it’s ready—and hoping that he likes it. The café is bustling with activity from the lunch rush, chatter and laughter ringing around the place, but Tina’s voice cuts through it.
“Uh, didn’t you say Logan was out of town on some trip with friends?” she asks slowly.
