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His relief was palpable, just before he completely lost control. Grabbing her hips, his head fell back as he began to pound into her, hitting that over-sensitized spot inside her again and again. She’d barely recovered from her last orgasm when she felt another, stronger one building with him inside her. His hands roamed all over her, under their own control, massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, fingering her clit. Her head twisted from side to side as she felt every muscle in her body tightening again.
She watched his face as he succumbed to his mounting climax. As she felt him begin to pump faster, harder, knowing she would be bruised tomorrow, she heard his voice break through the pleasure.
“Come again now!”he yelled on a groan, his command pushing her over the edge.
She screamed as she orgasmed again and arched into him as he came inside her, her inner muscles clenching andpulling every drop out of him as he pumped relentlessly into her.
When they both came back down to reality, Beth felt like she wouldn’t be able to move for a week. She couldn’t even find the strength to fully open her eyes; with heavy lids she felt, more than saw, him pull out of her. He came around to release the ties, her arms falling slack on the bed at their freedom. She began to sense the soreness coming from her wrists, vaguely remembering how she had pulled on the ties as he had brought her to her third release. She hadn’t realized he had left the room until he came back in and woke her softly.
“I’m going to wash you.” She must have nodded because he moved back between her spread thighs and began to wipe away the remnants of their orgasms and her virginity. The warm washcloth felt miraculous against the tenderness of her muscles.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked calmly. The thought of being pregnant stirred her eyes wide as she looked down at him.
“No.” Then, after a moment of mental clarity added, “But I just had my period last week so it should be ok.” His mouth formed a thin line as if he wasn't sure he wanted to believe her or not.
“You should be on the pill.”
Looks like Mr. Intolerable is back in action.Too tired and sated to argue, she just closed her eyes again and sighed, curling up into a ball on the bed. She felt him pull the covers up over her as he climbed in the other side of the bed. He gently took her hands, one by one, and began to massage her still red wrists and forearms.
“Thanks, Mr. Intolerable,” she sighed as her muscles began to relax underneath his fingers. She thought she heard him laugh as she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The smellof fresh coffee and the sunshine on her face pulled Beth from her sleep. After trying unsuccessfully to curl further underneath the covers, she gave up and slowly opened her eyes. For a second, she forgot where she was, then the memories of last night flooded back into her mind: the ball, the dance, Darcy hitting George, her choice to stay the night…her cheeks flushed as the rest of the events danced in front of her eyes.
Maybe she dreamt it?
She went to roll over to face the side of the bed and winced as her inner thighs protested the movement, her butt tender as it slid across the mattress.
Oh God, her virginity.He hadn’t said anything to her, that she remembered, about it but she knew he had realized it the moment he entered her and saw the pain he had caused her. If he hadn’t, washing her private areas afterward would have been a dead giveaway; she peeked on top of the covers and saw the small, faint reddish-brown stain near the bottom of the bed.Great.
She groaned as she turned over to the nightstand where her phone had been placed on the charger.How thoughtful.She picked it up and hit the home button. Nine o’clock in the morning; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept until nine. Of course, she had notifications waiting for her: two texts and a missed call from Charlotte, two texts from Jane, and a missed call from her mother.
She started with the easiest first. Char had texted her around eight saying that she tried to call and she was wondering how the rest of her night went; also, that she had something to tell her. That text ended with a winking emoji so at least Beth knew it was a good something. She switched over to her conversation with Jane.
Hey. hope you had a good time last night.
Maybe we can talk sometime today?
She did need to talk to Jane, especially after last night; not that she knew how she was going to tell her all this, but she needed to be honest with her sister so she decided she would call her as soon as she got back to her own room. Since her mom hadn’t left a voicemail, that translated into whatever she needed to tell her was not important so she ignored her mom’s call; they could chat another day. Beth was too drained to deal with her today. She looked around the room for her clothes and saw only a white robe with slippers laid out on the chair. Pushing back the warm covers, she slipped out the side of the bed and pulled on the plush robe, securing it around her waist.
She gingerly opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. The face she saw in the mirror, almost gave her a heart attack. Her makeup was everywhere; mascara and eyeshadow smeared on her eyelids and down her face; her hair, which she’d loaded with hairspray, was knotty and matted even though Darcy had taken it down last night. She quickly used the toilet, wincing as tender flesh protested the weight. When she stood up, she frowned at the reddish tint she saw in the bowl; he hadn’t even brought up her virginity last night, which meant there was an awkward conversation coming this morning. Just thinking about everything they had done last night made her body warm with arousal. Moving back in front of the mirror, she grabbed a washcloth and did her best to clean off the makeup that had stained her face. Her hair calmed down as she ran her fingers through it, finally making her look presentable.
She went back into the bedroom and saw no evidence of her dress or other belongings.Looks like the robe it is.Tightening the sash and making sure everything was covered, she opened the bedroom door slowly, unsure of what to expect. That door only opened into a small entry room, the exit from which was to her left, an open doorframe that led into the rest of the apartment. Since that entryway was off to the side, it obscured her ability to see very far into the rest of the apartment; she only really could see part of a hallway. She quietly moved to the side of the doorway and peeked around the corner; her eyes squinting at all the light inundating them from the living room windows. As her eyes quickly adjusted,she took in her surroundings. There was a large living room off to the left, complete with a grand piano. Across the hall was a dining room, the table filled with breakfast food that she could smell from there; her stomach grumbled loudly at the sight. Past the dining room, all she could see was mostly just the main walkway and a few closed doors.
Moving to the center of the doorframe, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, preparing to search out the man who infuriated and impassioned her.
No searching necessary.When her eyes opened, Darcy was standing in the dining room doorway staring at her. Her mouth parted and went dry as she took in the sight of him: shirtless his tanned body would make a Greek God jealous; he had loose sweatpants on that sat tantalizingly low on his hips. He stared at her, hunger igniting in his eyes as his jaw clenched in restraint.
“Good morning, Miss Bennet.”
“I think it’s probably ok to call me ‘Beth’ after everything…” she trailed off, realizing the unintended attitude in her tone.
At least she wasn’t standing there speechless at the sight of him.
His eyebrows raised in surprise at her unconscious attempt to provoke him knowing how that made him react and knowing how sore her ass must be this morning.
“So, you get to be called Beth and I get to be called ‘Mr. Intolerable’?” He asked with a smirk.
