Page 24 of Beautiful Unity
When we first met, I had to watch and imagine what she’d feel like. It was mind-blowing to touch her and feel her soft, creamy skin beneath my rough and calloused fingers.
“What is this called?” I whispered.
“It’s a corset. Do you like it?”
I nodded, swallowing as I traced more of it. “Yeah.” The word came out croaky and husky, but I didn’t care. I wanted Darcie to know how much she affected me. “So, what’s this fantasy?” I asked before I lost myself in touching her.
“I want to be taken across your bike.”
Fuck. Me.
My hand gripped the material, and my body swayed as my forehead met hers. Images assaulted my mind, and I almost came on the spot. Heat encompassed me from head to toe, and I was on the verge of melting from the inside out. A desperate groan left me. I should have been embarrassed by the sound, but I wasn’t. Not with Darcie.
“Is that a yes?” she teased. Her hands were back to running through my hair, not helping my body to not combust.
Instead of answering, I sealed my lips to hers and lifted her in my arms. She came willingly, kissing me back as fiercely as I did her. With Darcie, I didn’t have to second guess or worry I wasn’t doing it right. The time we spent together online had given me a natural confidence regarding her. Only her.
Sitting her on my seat, I bent over her as we continued to kiss until I couldn’t breathe anymore. “How?” I asked breathlessly.
Darcie bit her lip. The flesh was red and puffy from our kiss, briefly mesmerizing me as she debated.
“How do you want to remember me? Bent over or stretched across it?”
I stumbled, barely catching myself on the bike before I took us both over. Darcie clutched to my shoulders, laughing softly into my neck.
“I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. You undo me, Darcie.”
She pulled back, lightly tracing my face with her hand. “Don’t be embarrassed, Cowboy. I love knowing how much I affect you. It’s honest, and I love that.”
“Could you be any more perfect?” I asked.
“I’m not perfect.”
I snorted. “I beg to differ. You’re perfect to me.”
She cupped my face, her blue eyes glittering as she smiled. “I love you, Brooks. Heart and soul. Completely.”
“I love you, Darcie. More than I ever thought possible. You’re the beat of my heart, and I don’t want to live any of my days without you in it.”
We smiled at one another, happiness radiating off us. You wouldn’t think we were about to fight a corrupt MC Pres and take back a city, and that was why I loved her. She made me focus on the good instead of all the bad. Darcie lit me up like the millions of fireflies around us.
I bent down and kissed her, letting our bodies take over. Dropping to my knees, I lifted her legs over my shoulders, rubbed my nose along her thigh, and breathed her in deeply. She wiggled in my grip, pushing herself closer to me. Chuckling, I pulled her panties off and dropped them to the ground.
“Please, Brooks,” Darcie begged.
Grinning, I returned to kissing along her thigh and moved in small increments. Darcie growled, which sounded more like a kitten than an actual growl.
“Something wrong?” I asked, blowing air across her exposed clit.
“Yes. You’re not,” she gasped, “being fair.”
“Are you wanting this?” I asked before drawing a finger up her wetness.
“Yes. But more.”
“This?” I licked her clit but didn’t keep any pressure on it.
“Brooks,” she groaned.