The usual disclaimer is still valid (don´t own, don´t mean to harm, not earning any money with it...)

Warning: Rated M for a reason

Part: 2 of 2

Her fingertips followed the chiseled muscles ob his abs, teasing them, tickling them, coaxing them. Ever so soft touches that left him breathless. His hands tightened in the sheets beneath him, straining himself from touching her. She was resting against his side, her head hidden in the crook of his neck, her tongue teasing the skin there. He was unable to focus, unable to concentrate on any specific touch. This overwhelmed him.

Her breath tickled against his skin and then her teeth sunk into a muscle straining on his neck. He felt himself moan deeply, nearly growling at her but it was only to encourage her. Dont stop. Keep going. Touch me. Lick me. Suck me.

He felt her shift, leaving his side and his muscles unconsciously clenched as if he wanted to hold her closer still.

Darcy moved between his thighs and looked up. He lay there, all hers to take, his tanned skin a sharp contrast to the white sheets. His hands clenching said sheets between his fingers, the knuckles white in an attempt to restrain himself. Perfectly sculptured muscles, soft, warm skin. He was a picture of sin, tempting her to taste him, to loose herself in the taste of his skin.

"Don´t touch." she whispered and then let her fingertips trail along the inside of his thighs, watching the muscles spasm under her touch. Her fingernails gently scrapping his skin, leaving little marks that only made him breathing harder.

"You are beautiful." she whispered and smiled when she heard him growl. Beautiful was a word that he didn´t have in his dictionary, at least not when it came to himself. But in her eyes he was. Strong, male, dominant, yet his body ached to be touched, to be pleasured and he allowed her to give that to him.

"I love the feeling of your skin under my fingertips." Darcy murmured before pressing her lips to his thigh, her hair gently brushing against his hardness.

"Darce..." he moaned, unable to keep his hips from bucking slightly. There were millions of sensations dancing on his skin, leaving him breathless and unable to keep his composure. He felt his control slip, rapidly. This woman made him feel so much... too much. Too much to keep his cool because all he wanted right now was to loose himself insight her.

"You like that?" she whispered against his thigh, her breath tickling him and he wanted to bury his hands in her hair and pull her mouth towards his erection, wanted to feel her lips wrap around him.

"I love it... just... god... Darcy..." His voice barely a whisper when she let her tongue dance over his skin.

She never got tired to taste him. But when he bucked his hips against her, she couldn´t help but smile, pulling back and sitting back on her heels, her hands resting on her legs. She watched him, his eyes closed. Until he opened his eyes, lifted his head and looked at her with so much hunger, that it made her insights tremble.

Her fingertips still travelled over his body, his abs, up to his neck, brushing over his lips and then letting him suck one finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her finger, teasing the tip with gentle strokes before releasing her finger. She slid it down his chest again, leaving a wet trail until she met his nipple that tightened up to her touch. Her fingernails scratched it, watching him tense even further and hearing him hiss.

His head fell back, his eyes closed and he bit his lip.

"Don´t... don´t hold back... I wanna hear you..." she whispered huskily, knowing what she was asking for. Steve lifted his head again, their eyes met and his look simply burned inside her.

"If you wanna hear me, come up here and kiss me... I need to feel you. I promise I won´t touch." he murmured and she heard the restrain in his voice, the effort it cost him to keep himself from pulling her on top of him and bury himself deep inside her.

He watched her slowly crawl up his body, like a cat, stopping every now and then to rub herself against him. His thighs. His stomach. Her cheek against his neck. It left him breathless, ready to beg for more.

"Steve...?"

"Hmmmmmm...?"

"I want you to tell me." she whispered against his ear, her tongue already teasing the lobe, making him harder than ever. He felt wetness on the tip of himself, felt it drip onto his stomach and then he felt her fingertips. Right there. Catching his wetness on the tip of a finger and bringing it to her mouth, sucking it, savoring his taste. His eyes narrowed, watched her.

"Tell me how to do it, Love." she whispered and trailed her wet fingertip over his lips, sliding it into his mouth. And Steve sucked it in, tasted her and a faint scent of himself on her wet skin.

"Tell me how to pleasure you... tell me what to do." she whispered, unconsciously pressing her soft tummy against his hardness.

"Touch me." Steve finally whispers. Even though his voice is barely audible, it is firm, full of hunger and desire. And demand.

Darcy´s fingers travelled south until she could wrap them around him. Feeling his hardness, soft skin, hard desire, wet essence. She wrapped her hand around him softly, gently, looking at his eyes.

"Tighter." he moaned and she obliged.

"Move slowly."

She did, slowly. Up and down. Up and down.

"Brush your thumb over the tip."

She spread the wetness there, fighting the urge to taste him.

"More... more pressure at the end..."

Slowly stroking from the base to the top, tightening her grip even more and then gently brushing her thumb over his tip.

"Like this..." Steve moaned.

"Faster." he moaned, his body rigid, holding back his own desire, his own release. He moaned and he hissed and Darcy felt herself growing wet just listening to him. Her body was pressed to his, so every deep breath he took brushed against her sensitive skin. It was torture. It was heaven.

Stroking him faster, she bend her head to let her tongue swirl around his nipple.

"Darce..."

"What, Love? What do you want me to do?" she teased, though her voice was thick with her own desire.

"More..." he bucked his hips up into her hold, slowly starting to thrust himself into her hand.

And Darcy gave him more. Her lips pressed to his ear, she moaned into his ear, whispered words of encouragement, of endearment. Yet the words were full of dark promisses. Full of a lust that made him buck his hips even harder.

"Please... Darce... god..." he moaned and Darcy whispered into his ear: "I want you to come... For me..."

And then she sped up the rhythm of her hand, added just the right amount of pressure and found the perfect pace. It left him breathless, arching, silently moaning. His hands ripped the sheet beneath him but neither of them cared.

"Don´t stop..." he begged and Darcy smiled gently.

"No... I won´t stop... show me, Love."

Her words were all it took to push him over the edge. A strangled cry, a strong buck of his hips into her hand and his head that sunk into the pillow, while he came. Spilled himself over her hand and onto his stomach. Hissing deeply when her strokes turned into gentle touches, prolonging his pleasure only to moan out loudly when she moved down to lick the skin, clean him of the evidence of his lust. He felt himself tighten again and even without the obvious evidence he came again, when her mouth closed around him to clean him. To take in his essence and to taste him.