And then, it happens. There's another set of hands in my fantasy. Gorgeous, tan hands. Long, effeminate fingers. Short, practical nails. Classy french tips. Darcy places his hands on top of them and guides them where to touch me and how.
"Describe her to me," Darcy says.
I swallow hard and focus on the image.
She looks up at me with dark, enchanting eyes. Hazel. Rimmed with long, thick lashes. Suddenly, I can picture her perfectly.
"She's beautiful," I gasp. "Long, straight black hair. Not dyed black—natural. Dark red lips..."
"They're kissing yours," Darcy says, adding to the fantasy.
My lips pout and pucker at the suggestion. Fuck. They're warm and soft. I can practically feel this fantasy woman’s kiss.
"Describe her body," he commands.
"Mmm. Curves," I moan, petting my pussy harder. "Wide, sexy hips. Tiny little waist. Big, heavy breasts..."
"And where am I?"
"Behind me," I whisper. In my fantasy, Darcy's hands push me forward so I'm on my hands and knees. "Your massive cock is pressing against my pussy. I'm so wet that you could slide right in any second. Oh, God. Darcy. Please—"
"And where is she?"
Darcy's voice is a low, sexy growl now. My hips buck at the sound of it.
"Beneath me. I have her wrists pinned to the ground. My tits are rubbing against hers, and—oh, fuck. I'm kissing her. We're making out while you tease me with your cock. I'm getting wetter by the minute, and it's dripping—mmm. It's dripping from my pussy down onto her stomach."
"You'll have to lick that off of her when I'm done with you."
"I will! YES! Please! I'll lick your cum off of her too, after you cum inside me. When you pull out, it will all pour out onto her skin—"
"And you'll lap it all up, like a good slut. Are you a good slut?"
"Mmm. I am. Fuck, yes. I want to be!"
"What else do you want, Lizzie?"
I swallow hard and lick my lips. I’m wracking my brain for the answer, and it’s like every porno I’ve ever half-watched is playing behind my eyelids at once.
The sex scenes from every romance movie. The bit from Titanic where Rose’s hand presses against the window of the carriage. Half a dozen creampie videos—just the good bit at the end where the man’s cum is dripping out of the woman’s pussy.
Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis making out in Black Swan. Two busty porn stars armed with cans of whipped cream, spraying it at each other. The Notebook when Rachel McAdams comes in wet from the rainstorm and Ryan Gosling is there, ready and waiting for her—
“I want her to lick it out of me,” I gasp. “Make her lick your nut out of my cum-soaked cunt!”
“Fuck yes, Lizzie. Feel it! Give me more!”
“I want her to slurp it all up,” I whine, as I feel the orgasm surface. It’s so close. Soooo fucking close. I can almost taste it. I can almost—
“And I want her to…to spit it into my mouth! I want your hot, milky cum in my mouth, Darcy. Give it to me!”
“Take it, you whore!”
The orgasm hits me like a cockslap to the face. My whole body goes stiff as a board, and then it’s like I’m surfing wave after wave of pleasure. It’s like I was made for this. Maybe I was.
I’ve always been good at sex. Good at coming. But whatever Darcy has awakened in me takes it all to the next level. He’s a freak in bed, I realize, and that suits me just fine because so am I.
He moans, then growls. I open my eyes, releasing myself from the cummy lips of the fantasy woman, just in time to watch something truly fucking glorious happen.