Darren changed his clothes. He was never one for going around in the clothes he'd been given blowjobs in. He couldn't quite will himself out of the bedroom once he was changed. He heard Dahlia preparing dinner in the kitchen, and he did want to see her, but all of the sexual tension was fogging his thoughts. He shrugged it off and slowly made his way to the kitchen.
He saw Dahlia standing in front of the stove. The stove was off and the plates were set with food, but still she stood, her hands holding her there. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, looking uncomfortable, He watched her from the hallway, trying not to be seen. Dahlia began to mumble to herself, and Darren listened carefully.
"Fucking Darren…" she grumbled. She looked down at her wrist, and Darren groaned to himself as he saw a series of thick white spots on her skin. "He got that shit everywhere…" She stared somewhat, then raised her wrist to her mouth. Darren walked over to her briskly; panic arose in her eyes and she dove her wrist behind her back.
"H-hey, babe." she said, trying to sound calm. Darren smiled at her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply. She hummed into his mouth, thoughtlessly placing her hands on his cheeks. In a swift movement, he tore his mouth away and snatched her wrist, holding it gently. With his other hand, he swiped his index finger over the three rather large blots of cum.
"Saving some for later?" he asked, sexily. Dahlia softly moaned under her breath as Darren waved his slightly coated index finger to her face. Briskly, Dahlia lurched out, her tongue weakly trying to clean it away. A slight smirk played on his lips as she managed to suck on his finger. "Cum whore."
Dahlia made a slight noise, a small, pathetic whimper. The moment his finger was clean, he drew his hand away from her mouth, kissing her so deeply, she could have swallowed his tongue. His hands gripped her small hips, almost with bruising strength. Dahlia held onto Darren's firm shoulders as his hands moved over her. One hand flowed up her back, up to her hair; he bunched it up into his fist, pressing his hand into the back of her head, then released the waves, smirking against her lips as her black hair cascaded over her slim, white shoulders. She gasped slightly as Darren's other hand flowed down past the small of her back, greedily squeezing her ass. In a fluid motion, his hand slid between them and moved to bluntly palm her through her layers.
"D-darren!" she gasped, tearing her mouth from his. He smirked at her, rubbing his palm flat against her crotch. She tried to shy away, but Darren pressed his hand harder. Dahlia's knees wobbled beneath her until Darren swiftly swept her up and placed her on the counter. She clenched her eyes shut as she felt him untie the skirt slung around her hips, the wrench her leggings down. "B-babe… wh-what are you… n-not in he-here…"
"Dahlia, sush," he said in a low, husky voice. "Just let me work some magic with my tongue, baby girl." Dahlia shuddered. Something about today had their libidos on edge. Maybe it was the time of the year, maybe it was the alignment of the planets, but whatever it was, it was worth it. She arched her hips up as Darren pinched at the waist of her panties, allowing him to remove them, tossing them aside. He stared hastily at her entrance, pretty, pink, and wet. Suddenly, Dahlia's legs snapped shut quicker than those of a prostitute with a bankrupt customer, feeling exposed and even self conscious.
"Darren, don't stare at it!" she cried, making a feeble attempt to pull her knees to her chest.
He smirked, pressing a loving kiss to her knee. "I've seen it before. We've met. Now, open up, honey." Biting her lip, she dropped her legs and opened, leaning back against the cabinets. She stared down, watching Darren press soft, wet kisses to her inner thighs. She shivered, feeling his rough scruff brushing her skin. Without breaking eye contact, Darren placed the tip of his tongue at the top of her crease, running it tantalizingly slow, over her clit, past her entrance, then back up the trail. Dahlia gasped at the contact.
"Mmm… Darren…" she moaned, moving her palms over the counter to keep balance. He reached up to her opening, pushing her outer labia apart. She gasped again, feeling the cool air hit her entrance, causing Darren to kiss those particular lips messily, dark hazel eyes smoldering up at her. She arched against his mouth as he started to suck and flick his tongue on her clit, making her thread her fingers through his dark curls. She tried her hardest not to clench her eyes shut as he planted more sloppy kisses on and around her opening.
"O-oh, fuck…" she groaned shakily, feeling his tongue press into her, his eyes still locked on hers. Dahlia emitted a series of soft, content mewls of pleasure, mumbling his name every few moments. His tongue slowly traced circles inside of her, the particular taste of her juices bursting across his taste buds.
It only took so much more of this before Dahlia's volume level had dramatically increased, going from soft mewls to loud curses. Propping his chin to her thigh, he pulled out his tongue, causing her to let a pitiful whine pass her lips. Deciding to be fair, he returned his tongue, jabbing it in quite a few times. She panted out in gratitude, tightening her grip on his curls. Darren removed his tongue again, but pressed his mouth against her tormented opening, cleaning away any of her own precum, even managing to let some erotic slurping noises out.
He removed his mouth, and she growled in frustration. She had been so close, and at the rate he kept teasing, she rationalized that she would never get to cum. He moved his mouth to her horribly engorged clit, showing it as much attention as possible. She opened her mouth to whine about the lack of penetration, but Darren beat her to it, sliding two fingers into her, moving ruthlessly in and out.
"O-oh, f-f-fuck, Darren! Don't fucking s-stop!" she cried, desperately arching and trusting up into his mouth. Darren jammed his fingers and sucked against her clit for a few more moments, before Dahlia began to shake. He inwardly smirked as she started to cry out, knowing what he'd done. He kept up his movements, helping her ride out her orgasm. She let out shaky breaths as she finished, almost completely paralyzed in orgasmic shock as she closed her legs. Darren stood back up to face her; she slid off of the counter, blushing as Darren handed her panties to her. Once she'd had them back over, Darren clasped her face, kissing her deeply.
"Dahlia…" he muttered, pulling away. "I l-"
"No," she interrupted, touching her fingertips to his lips. "Don't say it yet."
He blinked as she began to walk to the bedroom to change. "Why not?"
"We haven't even had dinner yet."
