Let me take it off you.
Darcy didn't expect those words to come out of Phil's mouth. She figured it would have been something like, 'we should stop' or 'this isn't right.' Not, 'let me take it off you.' She smiled at him as his hands wandered up from her hips to her sides to her shoulders, where they finally stopped. He squeezed them gently; looking into her eyes. The room was dim; the only light from the hallway, but Darcy could see that he was taking in all that he could see of her. His eyes were showing want and need; Darcy knew that hers were showing the same thing to him. For so long she had wanted him, and now it looked like her wish was finally coming true.
Maybe.
Phil hadn't moved an inch since he placed his hands on her shoulders. Was he going back into agent mode again? She knew if he started to think too much about what he was doing, that he'd most likely back out. Darcy wasn't about to let that happen. "Phil ...' her voice breathy and low as she moved her hips slightly towards him. If he didn't start touching her again she was going to scream. No way was she going to beg though. Darcy Renee Lewis did not beg for sex, she liked making men beg her, but no way in hell would she be the one whining and pleading for it. She reached down and stroked his cheek while she placed her other hand the back of the couch to steady herself. His hands started moving again on her shoulders. Soft little squeezes just like before. "Don't start over analyzing the situation. Do what feels right," she whispered.
He chuckled, turning his head slightly; closing his eyes as she ran her hand down his cheek to his jaw. His back was pressed into the couch; his legs slightly apart with Darcy kneeling between them. She had said, 'to do what feels right.' What felt right to him; he knew was wrong, but he was giving into it. His heart quickened as he took the fabric of the dress between his fingers and slowly started to pull the teal dress off her shoulders. Darcy let go of the back of the couch and straightened up so that the dress could slide down her body. It pooled around her knees and Darcy closed her eyes. His hands fell away from her and into his lap as he admired her black lacy bra and matching underwear. Lacy was an understatement; they were more see-through than anything, revealing her perfectly perky nipples. Phil squeezed his fists tighter, trying to restrain himself from pawing at her breasts.
Agent Phil was still fighting with Regular-Guy Phil.
Darcy cracked her eyes open after a few moments passed. She had thought that as soon as that dress fell off her that Phil's hands would be all over her breasts and body, but there he was ... just staring; fists clenched so tight, that they were turning white. "See something you like, Agent Coulson?" she said quietly with a little smirk on her face. Phil broke his gaze from her breasts and looked up at Darcy. "You can touch them. Actually, I'd prefer if you do." She reached down and grabbed his hands, slowly sliding them up her tummy then to her breasts. Phil's hands opened up and he placed this flattened palms against her. She moaned softly, enjoying the first intimate touch from him. She moaned again when he moved his fingers over her pebbled nipples. She pressed her hips at him again and tipped her head back. He was becoming more bold now, cupping her breasts; feeling the weight of them; kneading them gently.
"Darcy ..." It was the first time he had spoke since he said that he wanted to take her dress off. His thumbs glided over her nipples again eliciting a little moan out of her. Her soft moans sounded like music in Phil's ears, and if this what she sounded like just by touching her breasts, he couldn't wait to hear how she sounded when he touched her in other places.
His heart pounded in his chest at the thought
"Okay," Darcy said in a breathy voice. His hands pushed her breasts together and squeezed, making her moan once again. "...you need to lose some of these clothes. Like right now." She began to tug at his tie, loosening it up; her fingers reached for the buttons of his blue shirt and began plucking them open one by one. He leaned forward a bit so she could push the shirt off his shoulders. They both chuckled when she tried to pull it off him but got stuck on his wrists. He let go of her breasts and reached down to undo the buttons on the sleeves, removing the shirt and tie, tossing it to the side of the couch.
"Better?"
Darcy grinned. "I think that undershirt needs to come off also." She grabbed the bottom of it and pulled it up over his head, tossing it with the rest of his discarded clothing. This time is was her turn to stare at his chest. She had dreams about getting to actually feel it ever since she walked in on him their first night here. To run her hands through the hair; feel his rock hard muscles (Phil Coulson certainly worked out); lick a long streak from his navel up to meet his lips. She wanted to do all that and more. "Not bad, not bad at all ... Who knew that Agent Coulson would have such a hot body underneath that suit and tie?" She ran her hands over his chest, letting the hair tickle her fingertips.
That must have done it, because Phil leaned forward towards Darcy, placing his hands on her hips, pulling her into him. His mouth met the thin lacy fabric of her bra, sucking gently at her nipple. There was a lot of talk about Darcy's breasts around S.H.I.E.L.D, about how large and perfect they were. Phil had never participated in the conversation, or even took notice to the size of them. Checking out a woman, especially a fellow agent, at work was wrong on so many levels. But, yeah, he could totally see why all the talk. Her breasts were beyond perfect. A little bit of pride swelled up inside him as he thought about the fact that he was the one actually getting to touch them. She squeaked a little when he shifted to the other breast, sucking a bit harder at it.
Jesus, she was perfect.
"Phil," Darcy panted, reaching down with her hand and touching the waistband of his pants. She kept it there for a few seconds, debating if she make a bold move of her own. She felt his hands slide up to her shoulders; mouth still working on her breasts. His teeth dragged across the fabric of her bra; tongue licked at her hardened nipples; he kissed the exposed skin just above the fabric. His hands played with the straps of her bra; sliding his fingers up and down between the straps and her skin, making her purr. "So, so good ...God ... you're good." Slowly, she loosened his belt buckle, and fiddled with the button on his pants until it came undone. She yelped when he snapped the straps of her bra against her skin, then he rubbed his fingers over the area where it left little sting marks. She need more of him; a lot more than he was giving her at the moment. While he was still working on her breasts, she took the opportunity to slide her hand into his pants, her fingertips sliding up his hard length through his boxers. His hips jerked, and he dropped his hands from Darcy.
"Fuck!" he gasped; his breath heavy as Darcy as she stroked him. A tiny smile played on her lips and she arched her eyebrow.
"Usually that's my line." Her smile turned into a toothy grin as she rubbed him. Dirty words out of Phil's mouth certainly turned her on. Her underwear beyond soaked now, and if didn't start moving his hands down in that direction soon, she was going to do it herself. Lightly, she pushed her hips towards him again; fingers still moving against his cock, though this time she slipped a finger in the slit of his boxers and stroked it against his hardened skin. This made him buck up and suck in another deep breath. "Want you to touch me ... Need you to touch me ..." she whispered, closing her eyes anticipating whatever was to come next. She sighed when she felt his hands at her breasts again. Not exactly where she needed them to be, but she wasn't going to complain. Phil Coulson was definitely proving himself to be a 'boob-guy.' Her eyes snapped opened when he yanked down one of the cups of her bra, freeing one of her breasts from their confinement. She looked down at him just as he stuck his tongue out and slowly licked at her nipple. Darcy moaned and let her hand fully into the opening of his boxers, gripping him; pumping him a couple of times.
"Jesus, Darcy ..." he moaned, tearing his mouth away from her breast. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tipped his head onto the back of the couch; closing his eyes as he savored her strokes and soft touches. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this good, or even if he ever felt this good before now. He swallowed again, trying to regain his focus. When he calmed himself down, he placed his hands at her hips and gave them a squeeze. "Darce," he whispered, looking up at her. She had been on her knees, hovering over him ever since they came into the living room, she was probably getting a bit tired. "Are your legs and knees sore? Uncomfortable?"
"I'm alright," she replied, pushing her his hips at him again. The only thing that was making her uncomfortable was her aching center.
"Well, my ass is going numb," he grinned. "Lets change positions." He wiggled a bit until Darcy reluctantly pulled her hand from his pants and stood up.
Her dress finally slid the rest of the way down her body and fell around her ankles on the floor. She kicked it to the side; feeling a bit ridiculous with one boob hanging out of her bra and soaking wet panties. A soft cool breeze blew through the window that they forgot to shut making her shiver slightly. Her nipples puckered and she crossed her arms in front of her.
"Cold?" Phil asked as he stood up and undid the zip of his pants letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and moved closer to Darcy. "Want me to warm you up?" He grinned and arched his eyebrow, wrapping his arms around Darcy; hands playing with the clasp of her bra. He dipped his head down and suckled against the pale flesh of her shoulder. Carefully, he unhooked the clasp, letting the bra slide off her and fall to the floor. "Oh, Darcy ... You're so beautiful," he whispered, letting his hands glide over her soft flesh. His mouth moved from her shoulder down to her breasts, sucking and nipping at them. He could feel her heart pounding through her chest as he flicked his tongue across a nipple, making her inhale sharply. He worked his mouth down her body, stopping to dip his tongue inside her bellybutton before continuing on. He knelt down in front of her as he kissed at her hips and thighs. His hands cupped her ass, giving it a little squeeze.
Darcy didn't know how much more of this she could take standing up, her legs were shaking from fatigue and desire. "... Ph-" her sentence stopped short when she felt his fingers caress her center through wet underwear. "Oh god..." she managed to say as she looked down at him through heavy eyelids.
"Was this how you were the other night, Darcy? When we made out in the car? So hot and wet ..." he whispered, stroking his thumb over her damp lacy panties.
"I'm like this almost every night for you ..." she whispered back, running her hands through his hair. She wasn't lying either; recently anytime she thought about Phil, it immediately made her all hot and bothered for him.
It was getting rather ridiculous actually.
She would have loved to use her vibrator numerous times, but she wouldn't risk it. Not with him in the next room. Manually it was, but it never took long to make herself come, not when she thought about him doing all sorts of delicious things to her body. "Do you ever think about me when you touch yourself?" It was an honest question, she just didn't know why she decided to ask him at this moment.
"Oh god, Darcy ... Every single time. It's always you," he replied, moving his hands up to the waistband of her lacy underwear and sliding them down her legs.
Darcy could feel her cheeks burning as he peeled away her damp, sticky underwear, revealing her total nakedness. His line of sight directly at her center; his hot breath tickling her. She felt all wobbly again and gripped his shoulders to steady herself. Usually she could handle something like this, but she was feeling quite nervous in this situation. Maybe it was the fact that she never in her life felt what she felt for Phil. She might have only really got to know him on a personal level for about a month now, but he was everything to her. He just wasn't a random guy. She wobbled again and gripped her hands tighter.
"Need to lie down?" he chuckled, bringing himself up to his feet again. Her grabbed her and pulled her into his chest, kissing her mouth hungrily, he let his tongue slide into her mouth when she allowed him access. He continued kissing her as he walked her back to the couch, gently pushing her down so that her head was resting against the arm and her body laying across the cushions. "Is that better, my darling?" he asked, kneeling down on the floor near her feet.
My darling?
The way he said it made her damp between the legs again. She had been called a lot of things before, but never darling. And certainly was never called a 'my-something.' The word 'my' was possessive, like he was claiming her for himself.
God, that was so hot.
Possessive Phil ... yeah, she liked the thought of that.
"Am I yours?" she asked. He looked up at her brows knitted together in the dim light. Darcy wondered if she misunderstood him or said the wrong thing.
"I thought-" he started to say but stopped. Then it dawned on Darcy that Phil was not the kind of guy just to fuck a woman without having any serious romantic intentions. Of course, she knew what was running through his mind right now; that she was the type of girl out to just have a good time. Him calling her 'my darling' freaked her out. She had to get that thought out of his head right away.
"I want to be yours," she said quickly, and then lifted her leg up slightly so that her foot brushed against his cheek. She was relieved when his expression relaxed again; he closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into the soft caresses of her foot.
He opened his eyes again and took a hold of her foot with his hand, kneading the bottom of it with just enough pressure to make her sigh. "You wanted to know if I had a foot fetish," he said with a nervous grin. He squeezed her foot gently. "I do," he confessed, looking at Darcy for her reaction.
"Do you have pictures of feet plastered all over your apartment, Coulson?" Darcy teased, wiggling her free foot at him.
Phil smirked. "I'm not that creepy. I just happen to like cute feet and toes."
"And here I thought you were a boob guy"
"Who said I wasn't?" he grinned, looking up at her breasts when she gave them a squeeze.
"Does this mean I get all the foot massages I want?" Darcy giggled.
"Absolutely," he smirked.
"Are you going to suck my toes?" Darcy said, biting her bottom lip seductively.
"Would you like me to suck your toes?" he asked, bringing her foot closer to his mouth.
"Yes," Darcy squeaked out. This would be a first for her, but a good first. "I just can't believe that, 'Stuffy-By-The-Book-S.H.I.E.L.D-Agent-Coulson' has a foot kink. That's totally hot," she said watching him start to open his mouth.
He stopped and looked at her. "You think I'm stuffy?"
"When I first met you, I did. Clearly my perception of you has radically changed," Darcy grinned as she wiggled her toes. "So you gonna put my little piggies in your mouth or what?"
He chuckled and grazed her heel with his teeth, licking a long streak up to her toes, where he sucked on each one, all the while watching as Darcy closed her eyes, breathing heavily and moaning softly. He didn't stop there though, he brought his tongue up her leg, licking slowly, parting her legs just slightly. He bent down and nibbled her inner thigh.
"Ohh..." Darcy whispered. When she and Phil first started this, had originally thought that he'd be all shy and nervous; that it would be her taking the reigns and leading the way. Not her laying on her back, because her legs felt like jelly.
"Do you want me there, Darcy?" he whispered against her thigh. His scruff lightly scratching on her. "Do you want me to taste you? I would really love to finally to find out what you taste like."
Heat shot straight to her center again. He wanted to taste her. The fact that he had been wondering for a while what she tasted like made her moan and nod her head. She clenched the side of the couch when he dipped his head down; tongue sliding across her slit a couple of times before he pushed in a bit. She whimpered, arching her back and parting her legs further. "Fuck ... that's so good ..."
"You taste so sweet, Darcy," he whispered in between little licks and kisses. His tongue found her clit and flicked it twice. A couple of times he looked up because he missed looking at her face. Her eyes were closed; back arched; and she had her hands on her breasts rubbing her thumbs over her nipples.
Oh, god he could watch her like that all day long.
He smiled before he returned his attention back to her. Licking, sucking, and nipping; inserting one finger, then two fingers pumping them in and out until she began to whimper. Her body heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath. "Okay sweetheart?"
"Phil ..." she mumbled. Was all this really happening? Was she and Agent Coulson really doing all this or was this just another crazy dream she was having? Darcy felt like she needed to pinch herself to see if she woke up. She opened her eyes to the sight of him stilling kneeling next to her, but closer than he was before. "You need get out of those boxers because I need your fucking cock inside me now ..." Her words a bit harsh, but her need of him right now was killing her.
He started to move, hands at the waistband of his boxers, but then he stopped. Agent Phil was getting into his head again. "Darce, maybe we should ..."
"Don't you fucking dare say stop ... We have gone this far ..." Darcy said as she leaned up on her forearms looking at Phil.
"I don't want to stop but ..." he voice trailed off as he thought of what to say. "I didn't exactly bring the proper items with me, so unless you're on birth control-"
Shit.
Darcy had stopped taking birth control a few months ago. She didn't have a boyfriend and it was really screwing with her skin, so she got off it. "I'm not on anything," she shook her head. Of course this threw a hitch into their sexy time. "Maybe ..." she tried to think of a solution.
He smiled at her. "It's okay, Darce. I still can make you-"
"Wait!" she sprang up and got off the couch quickly, running over to her purse. She fished around in it frantically for a minute until she pulled out a silver square packet. "Looky, what I have?" she said seductively, biting on the corner of the condom wrapper.
Phil arched his eyebrow, leaning back against the couch. "Just happen to carry condoms around in your purse?" he asked, but it really didn't surprise him. Darcy was young and beautiful and a bit of a party girl. At least that's what he had heard around the office.
Darcy blushed. "This is actually from Clint. So, you and I totally owe him one. Anything he wants, okay? ..." Darcy walked slowly back to Phil and sat down at the edge of the couch.
"Barton? Why did ... Wait, do I really want to know ..." he asked cautiously, getting up and sitting on the edge of the couch.
Darcy giggled. "It was a joke. He slipped it into a 'congrats on your marriage' card. He was totally teasing me about being married to you. Said we'd need it. Guess he was right, huh?" She tore the corner of the wrapper with her teeth. "Uh-oh ... it's open now ... No going back now ..."
Phil grinned, as Darcy reached forward and tugged at his boxers until they came off. Her eyes flicked down at him, and she reached forward taking his cock in her hand, stroking it. "I want you so bad ..." her voice purred in his ear, sliding her fingers to the tip of him and smearing the moisture that beaded there. His breathing ragged and his body heaved up and down. He let her touch him for a few more minutes until he couldn't take it any longer.
"Lie back," he whispered, pushing her gently back on the couch so that her head was resting on the arm again. She closed her eyes and sighed, as he quickly tore the condom wrapped the rest of the way open and slipped it on. A moment later he was crawling up her body, placing his forearms on either side of Darcy, balancing himself on the narrow couch. He moved his hips slightly, letting his cock just tease her opening, making her spread her legs wider. "Darcy, you're so beautiful ... so sexy," he whispered, kissing her neck; nuzzling his face into her hair; licking just behind her ear. He'd touch her anywhere he could get to.
"Oh fuck ..." Darcy cried out as he sunk his cock into her a little bit at a time until he was fully inside her. Her fingernails dug into his back when he started to move inside her slowly.
"Does this feel okay?" He wanted to make sure she still was comfortable with all of this. If she wanted him to stop, he would.
"So fucking good ..." she moaned, keeping her eyes squeezed shut.
"Darcy, look at me. I want you to look into my eyes," he panted, keeping his rhythm steady.
Her eyes met his blue ones, and it was like looking directly into his soul. Yeah, it sounded corny and cliché, but it was really what it felt like to her. He smiled and tipped his head down to kiss the end of her nose. She could feel his breath becoming ragged again; his thrusts becoming deeper. Everything he was doing to her made her insides begin to unspool.
She was coming undone.
"Ph-Phil ... fuck ... I'm so ... close..." she managed to say between her panting and his deep thrusts.
He grunted something, tangling his hand in her hair; kissing her neck; licking the curve throat, before quickly pulling out of her. Darcy whimpered, looking at him wondering what the hell was going on. "Get up. Lean on the back of couch," he ordered (but in a sweet way), his hands guided her so that she was kneeling on the couch backwards, her hands placed on the top to steady herself, just as she was before. Except this time, instead of Phil being under her, he was behind her. "Is this okay?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah ..." Darcy mumbled, bracing herself for when he entered her from behind. This was better than anything she could have imagined. The first time they were together and they were doing so much; exploring so many different places of each others body. She sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed his cock into her. "Fuck! Oh fuck ...fuck baby ... that's so good ..." she said breathlessly.
He moaned as he pushed in and out of her, changing the speeds; trying to get a steady rhythm again. He wanted to hold out as long as he could, but he knew that it was going to be a tough feat. He rubbed his hands on her hips, then lowered them to her ass, giving it a good squeeze. "Darcy ..." he moaned her name over and over as he slinked his hand to the front of her, slipping a finger in and rubbing her clit.
"Don't stop ... please Phil ... faster ..." Darcy panted as she felt him buck into her harder. Her whole body felt like it was going to explode, her vision going fuzzy. She cried out when he put pressure on her clit with his thumb, her body spasmed just as Phil moaned loudly. His hand gripped tightly on her hip. Darcy leaned forward against the back of the couch as Phil pulled out of her slowly. She could hear him breathing heavily and uneven as he sat down next to her. She looked over at him and smiled shakily. "Not bad for a guy who hasn't had sex in eight years ..."
Phil chuckled, tipping his head back on the couch. "Way to make a guy feel good, Darce." His whole body felt electric and alive.
She moved over, curling up next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, kissing her sweaty forehead. "That was so good. Fucking amazing ... What time is it?" she asked, resting her head against him.
"I don't know. You ripped my watch off me and tossed it somewhere," he smirked, giving her another kiss. "I would have to guess somewhere around midnight."
Darcy yawned. "I'm tired. You spent the last of my energy for the night," she smirked and kissed his shoulder.
Phil nodded his head in agreement. "We should get some sleep." He stood up then helped Darcy to her feet.
"I'm making you waffles in the morning," Darcy grinned.
"Mmmm ... Is that my reward for giving you such great sex?" He joked as they walked up the stairs.
"Sex and waffles," Darcy giggled. "What's better than that?" She headed to her room and stopped at the door, turning back to look at Phil.
He returned her grin, stopping at his bedroom door.
"Where are you going?" She asked raising her eyebrow.
"To bed," he said pointing into his room.
Oh, no ... you are not sleeping on that futon ever again." She crooked her finger and gestured for him to come with her. "You're sleeping with me from now on. Come to bed with me, Phil."
Phil smirked and nodded slowly. "Okay, Darce. Let me get cleaned up and I'll be there in a second," he said softly.
Darcy watched him disappear into his room before walking into hers. She put on a fresh pair of underwear and then crawled into her bed, pulling the blanket up around her as she waited for Phil to return. She nibbled on her lip trying to keep herself from smiling. She couldn't help it though; she just felt so good.
"Hey," Phil whispered as he crawled into bed next to her. He let out a gratified sigh, wiggling close to Darcy, wrapping his arm around her as she laid her head on his chest. "This is a really comfortable bed. I would have fucked you a long time ago, if I knew you were going to let me sleep in it," he joked.
Darcy giggled. "Stahp it!" She hit him playfully on the chest and giggled again. "You're turning me on with that dirty mouth of yours. You're awfully cute when you talk like that, Agent Coulson," she said, gliding her fingers over the hair on his chest. She could feel him grin against the top of her head.
"Night, Darcy," he said with one last kiss to her forehead.
"Goodnight, Phil," Darcy whispered softly as she nestled into him. She closed her eyes when she felt his arms wrap snuggly around her, making her feel safe and content.
