Page 59 of More than a Memory

He rolled them both onto their sides so that they were now facing each other and began unbuttoning her blouse. His large, calloused hands were awkward with the tiny buttons, and as he reached the last one, he pulled the fabric aside. His breath caught at seeing her heavy, velvety mounds straining against the white lacey bra, her nipples outlined through the silk cloth.

He gently brushed her strap down and her breast sprung out, exposing her pink, plump bud. His breath ragged, he dipped down for a taste of her. Using his tongue, he circled her and teased her areola, lapping, then suckling, drawing her nipple in, at first gently, then hungrily sucking hard. Darcy began to squirm with pent-up desire. Reaching around, he unclasped the bra so he could pleasure her more fully.

He looked at her flushed cheeks and glazed expression, her complete abandon, her lack of inhibition, arousing him even further. He reached down to unfasten his belt and quickly unzipped his jeans, his penis feeling like it was ready to explode.

Darcy, dazed in her arousal, surfaced long enough to help Sam remove the last barriers of clothing keeping them apart. Now they were bare, skin on skin. Her naked breasts pressed against his muscled chest, his unclad penis nestled against her mound, pressing into her soft belly. There was a different quality to their lovemaking this time: an intimacy, a familiarity that hadn’t been there before. They were both laid bare, their guard completely down, everything stripped away. Only the two of them existed as they were swept away on a tide of rapture.

Sam positioned them so that Darcy was spooned against him, her back nestled against his chest. His fingers found her moist entry and he guided his erect phallus into her from behind. He thrust inside, plunging again and again, while one hand reached around the front to stimulate her clitoris and the other hand, her breast. They both came at the same time, with Darcy calling out Sam’s name as she rode wave after wave.

As their pulses and breathing returned to normal, Sam held Darcy tight against his body. He buried his face into her neck, getting lost in the thick mane of her hair. She wiggled her naked buttocks against him and felt as if they were one.

“What just happened?” Sam asked.

“Um, the best sex I’ve ever had for starters,” Darcy replied languidly.

“No, I mean besides the great sex,” he said. “It felt different this time. You felt it too,” he insisted.

Darcy was quiet, not responding to his comment. She felt uncomfortable trying to put the experience into words.

“Let’s just enjoy the moment and not try to intellectualize it,” Darcy requested.

“I’m not ‘intellectualizing,’ I’m expressing my feelings, there is a difference,” Sam stated.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m just not comfortable talking about it. I feel vulnerable,” she admitted.

“Got it,” Sam said, complying and keeping his thoughts to himself. “You know I have to leave soon,” he reminded her.

“I know,” she said.

After snuggling for a while, Sam reluctantly rose to leave.

“I have to tell you, Darcy, I’m leaving a bit of my heart here with you, take good care of it,” he said, carefully avoiding the “L” word.

“I wish you could stay, but I understand completely.” She then admitted shyly, “You won’t be the only one missing a piece of their heart.”

Sam cupped his ear and said, “Could you repeat that? I thought you might have mentioned something about your heart. Am I awake or just dreaming?”

“I don’t have any idea of that which you speak of, Sir,” she said impishly.

“Sweet dreams, Darcy. I’ll call you tomorrow,” he promised, “And thanks for everything. This will be engraved in my memory bank.”

“Goodnight, Sam.”

As Darcy closed the door behind Sam, she shivered, suddenly fighting a full-blown anxiety attack that came out of nowhere. Whether it was from her own admission or her feelings of loss at his departure didn’t really matter. In this moment, she only knew that she was sliding back to a time and place that she had never wanted to visit again. She concentrated on taking deep calming breaths and surrendering to the waves of fear as they crashed around her. She had learned that if she tried to run from her terror, it always ran faster, if she stopped, the feelings usually dissipated.

27

The next morning, Darcy was fried after a night of fighting memories and flashbacks. She took a cold shower, hoping to stimulate her brain so that she could function at the office that day. In addition to meeting with Mitch and Gina, she had to work on her end-of-month billing and on tying up some loose ends.

She felt like she had been run over by a freight train, both physically and emotionally. She found herself dreading her next conversation with Sam. Even though she knew she was retreating into her shell again, she couldn’t help herself. It was just too scary. She couldn’t do it. She felt like damaged goods and didn’t see that changing. She was heartbroken and sad for them both.

On her way to work, she called Rachel, the young mother she wanted to introduce to Annie, to see if the next day would be a good day to drop by, like she had promised. Rachel was thrilled and was glad to hear that Darcy would be bringing her canine companion, Mac. He loved kids, and Darcy promised to bring a packed lunch for them.

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Later, arriving at the food court, she spotted Mitch and Gina right away and hurried over to where they sat eating, having already ordered food for the three of them.

“I hope you like Chinese,” Mitch said.