It's getting too real.

Spencer looked over at her, immediately recognising the seriousness in her voice. “Of course we can,” he said quietly.

Darcie shifted beneath the motel sheets, pulling the blanket a little higher around herself. For once, she seemed unsure of what words to use. “That crash scared me more than I expected,” she began.

Spencer nodded slowly. “Me too.”

“No, I mean really scared me.” Darcie looked down at her hands. “When I woke up, and you were calling for Kirsten…”

Spencer’s face tightened slightly. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be.” Darcie reached across and took his hand. “That’s not what I mean. I know you weren’t seeing me. I know you were confused. But seeing how much pain was still there for you… it made me realise something.”

“What?”

“That this isn’t just some fun thing anymore.”

Spencer was quiet.

Darcie continued, “I know what we agreed. I know Tony knows. I know nobody is doing anything behind anyone’s back. But today, when I thought something had happened to you, my first thought wasn’t about the excitement or the fun or any of that.” She squeezed his hand. “It was that I didn’t want to lose you.”

Spencer looked away for a moment, absorbing that. “I didn’t expect that either,” he admitted.

“Neither did I.” Darcie gave a small, nervous laugh. “When this started, I thought I was just finally getting something I’d been missing. I thought it was simple. But then you started asking about my day. You cooked for me. You listened to me complain about renovations. You made me feel like more than just someone who was lonely.”

Spencer swallowed. “You make me feel alive again,” he said.

The words surprised both of them.

Darcie watched him carefully. “Spence…”

“I don’t mean in a dramatic way,” he said quickly. “I’m not saying you replaced Kirsten. Nobody could. But before this, I felt like I was just existing. Like my life had stopped and I was waiting for something that was never coming back.” He looked around the small motel room. “Today reminded me how fragile everything is.”

Darcie moved closer. “So, what does that mean?”

Spencer took a long breath. “I don’t know.”

That honesty seemed to matter more than any confident answer could have.

“I don’t want to rush into something and ruin it,” he continued. “I don’t want to hurt Tony. I don’t want to confuse Amy or Kimberly. But I also don’t want to pretend that I don’t care about you.”

Darcie nodded slowly.

“That’s exactly where I am.”

For a while they simply sat there together, the television playing quietly in the background.

Finally, Darcie smiled faintly. “You know, this was supposed to be a trip to buy bathroom tiles.”

Spencer laughed softly. “Technically, we did accomplish that.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I think we found something else out too.” Darcie rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling before cursing. “Fuuucccckkk! We need to end this, or I’m going to end up falling for you.”

Spencer didn’t know what to say right then, but he knew deep within himself that what Darcie said was true. Either they broke it off right now, or he was going to get in over his head.

Without words, Spencer reached out to pull Darcie towards him. She resisted on her back for a second before she allowed him to pull her over and into Spencer's arms. Instantly and passionately they burst into kissing the other, writhing in the bed as they each tried to get as close to the other as they could. In no time at all, Spencer had Darcie’s singlet pushed up over her tits as he latched his mouth onto her nipples and sucked them for dear life. Darcie cried out in impassioned screams as she clutched Spencer to her body. Not letting go with his lips, Spencer climbed over in between Darcie's legs and started working his way down her body.

Reaching down between Darcie’s thighs, Spencer pulled the material of her panties aside and started sucking on Darcie’s wet pussy lips as his tongue dragged deep furrows along her snatch. She threw her head back and continued her moans as Spencer ate her pussy with such intensity and thoroughness. Spencer's mouth and chin were covered in Darcie’s juices as he started to focus in on her clit. He captured it with his lips and sucked it firmly between hard lashes of her tongue. Darcie’s hips rolled and bucked against Spencer's face. Her fingers pulling at his hair before she started to cum on his face. Spencer became awash with Darcie’s moisture as he lapped and sucked her all through her extended climax. Darcie's hips rising up from the bed as her stomach and back contracted in great jerking muscle spasms.

Darcie was just in the beginning of her blissful orgasmic trance when she felt Spencer freeing her of her panties at last. He must have got naked as well, as she felt his hard cock come and rest on the top of her pubic mound. Darcie didn’t even open her eyes as she took hold of Spencer’s prick and brought it down between her lips and pulled him into her. Spencer’s body pressed down hard on top of her as his cock drove all the way inside her pussy. She gasped, groaned and locked her heels to the back of Spencer as she held him so tight he couldn't move.

Only then did she open her eyes and stare up into Spencer’s as they slowly started to grind together. The connection they felt for each other seemed to have expanded exponentially so that they were not just having sex right there but were committing some deep, almost spiritual joining of their bodies.

After just a few minutes, Spencer’s body was covered in sweat like he’d run a half marathon. Darcie too was flushed and equally as ruddy. Their bodies gliding over each other like they were covered in oil. Slowly they began to pick up speed until Spencer had to lift himself up onto his arms. His hips started to clamp against Darcie as he started to fuck her with maximum power.

For the past few minutes, Darcie had been having multiple continuous orgasms that she was drowning in lust right then. Spencer telling her that he was about to cum, inspired her to ask for the most depraved thing she could think of in her sex addled mind.

“Cum on my face, Spencer!” Darcie begged over and over.

Crying out as the moment overtook him, Spencer suddenly pulled out of Darcie’s hot wet cunt and crawled up next to her shoulder. Aiming his cock square at the centre of her face, Spencer started to blast cum all over the panting brunette woman.

"Yes! Cum on me!" Darcie moaned lustily.

Thick globs of pearly white seed started to splatter all over her features until her eyes, nose, mouth and both cheeks were covered, and still it started to run off her. Running down her neck and catching in her hair, Darcie was painted a new, even, abstract white.

“Holy hell!” Spencer breathed when he was finally able to admire his handwork. “Let me get you a towel,” he said, getting quickly off the bed and darting to the bathroom. He’d never done something as humiliating as that before and didn’t want to cause any offence to Darcie by not dealing with it as quickly as possible.

He needn’t have rushed, as when Spencer returned Darcie was still savouring the glory of being Spencer’s cavass. Licking her lips, she savoured the taste of this man that had just marked her as his. It was intensely erotic to Spencer’s somewhat sheltered mind seeing Darcie practically engaging in cum worship right then.

A not insignificant amount of time passed before Darcie finally allowed Spencer to clean herself off. They used the motel's towel to get the vast majority before they ended up having to shower together all over again. Words were few and far between, neither knowing a declaration was required, what had been resolved between them. They had crossed a line together. It was not just each of them meeting their bodily needs anymore but a further step down a path of something more.

They both knew there was no easy answer waiting for them. Tomorrow they would go back to Avonwick. Back to school runs, neighbours, questions, and all the complications they had been trying not to think about.

But for that night, they stopped pretending they were unaffected by the emotional attachment that had come with the physical. They had survived something frightening together and come out bonded stronger. Only later would they have to decide what they were going to do with that.