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her prime objective was to get another taste of my cum. I’d actually altered my diet, focusing on foods that were meant to increase sperm production just so I could give her more.

She wasn’t finished, not yet. Taking in my load, her eyes closed as she swallowed with relish. Darcy then took my cock back into her mouth, first sucking me clean and then going on to a second, more sensual blowjob.

The first had been for release, the second had been for love and connection. Whatever it was pulling us together seeming even stronger when we were together in the carnal sense.

Slowly rising after accepting my cum for a second time, I took her by the hips and laid her down on the couch, intent on returning the favor. Following her lead, I skipped the usual preliminaries and went straight for her pussy, running my tongue along the outside to get her excited before I tried to do anything too drastic.

She welcomed me unequivocally, and I began to lick in earnest, adding both pressure and complexity to what I was doing, bringing her to an explosive orgasm. Darcy’s hips lifting from the soft leather of the couch, both of her hands curled in my hair.

She was on me in a flash. Before I even saw her move, Darcy had me in a sitting position, already lowering herself onto my cock, throwing her head back in ecstatic abandon as she eased her pussy down, grinding the shaft right up against her clit.

Sinking to a good depth, she put her hands on my shoulders and started to bounce. I did what I could, putting my hands on her hips to provide support. It was very much her show.

It wasn’t clear what was troubling her, but I still recognized it as a cathartic fuck from when she’d done it before. There was no point in asking. She would tell me if and when she chose. The best I could do for her was to be there and help her work things out in other ways.

She came like an earthquake, screaming her joy as she clawed at my shoulders. I came straight after her. My cum filled her pussy, and I could almost count the beat. There was a brief pause when she shifted from passionate, almost animalistic intensity back to sweetness and light.

Darcy nearly fell against me, wrapping her hands around my neck, her face buried in the crook of my neck. Something she’d done before and seemed to find comforting. I returned her embrace, stroking her back, and tenderly kissed her cheek, still glistening from the exertion. When she was ready, I scooped her into my arms, my cock still deep inside her, and went to the bed, where I slowly pulled my dick from her pussy. Getting us both under the covers, a bit of a novelty for us after sex, she rolled into me, wrapping her body around mine.

I held her back, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, wishing we could be this happy and contented forever but knowing we couldn’t.

Chapter Seventeen - Darcy

Thoughts about last night came back. I hadn’t meant to be so rough or demanding. I just didn’t want to waste any time and figured the sooner we got down to it, the better.

Truth be told, it was a struggle not to jump him in the car after I’d parked. If we really did only have a limited time, I wanted to make the most of it. I knew sex wasn’t all there was to our relationship, far from it. Even though there was clearly more going on, it was the most direct and potent expression of our profound connection and one we liked to indulge in a lot. It was also the aspect of our relationship that would cease as soon as he left since being in the same physical space was a requirement for physical intimacy. We didn’t need to live in the same apartment, but the same state, let alone the same country, would be helpful. I knew I didn’t need sex for a fulfilling relationship, at least in theory, but I had a hard time imagining how I would get by without it once he was gone. Or, quite honestly, how I was going to be able to have sex with anyone else again. He hadn’t meant to, and I was sure he’d be horrified to hear it, but being with Sean pretty much ruined me. It was him or nothing, and it was looking more like it would be the latter. Unless I could find a realistic way to move to Ireland with him. I would miss my mom and my friends, but we could email and skype, and I was sure Nicole would write me a good reference. There could be some trouble with Irish immigration, most of which could be solved by getting married as soon as possible. An idea that was increasing in its appeal.

“You’re thinking again.”

He almost made it sound like an accusation. To be fair, I only got my ‘thinking face’ on when pondering something serious. I was just a bit surprised he was able to recognize it so soon. It usually took my friends a few months to notice.

“It’s just indigestion,” I lied.

“Want some Tums?”

“I’ll be okay.”

“How about a stomach rub?”

I was about to say no thanks, but the touch of his hand on my belly, inches from my pussy pushed all other thoughts out of my head. All I could do was hum along to the rhythm of the pleasure he was giving me. Both on my belly and then with his other hand considerably further down, the combined sensation bringing me gently to orgasm.

“I love you,” I said, not feeling the least bit self-conscious. “I need you to know that.”

“I love you more.” My heart filled to bursting at his