Page 37 of First Impressions
Not quite the word she would use to describe herself, especially her naked self; when he looked at her like that though, she could easily believe him.
Her lips parted as it became harder to breathe with him staring at her like that. She knew her nipples were hard and aching with arousal, in spite of the warmth of the shower, and she had a feeling that water wasn’t the only thing that was running down the insides of her thighs. She shifted her feet closer together, trying to assuage the ache forming between her legs.
Her movement recalled him to his task and he reached for her right hand. Pulling her palm to his mouth, his kissed it as his other hand washed her arm. She gave a small moan at the pleasure that crawled from her palm to her breasts, to her core.
He repeated the exercise with her left arm, his gaze never leaving hers - a promise of what was to come. With both her arms back at her sides, he continued his progress onto her breasts. She inhaled sharply as the washcloth brushed over her aching nipple. He gently kneaded each swollen breast, taking extra time teasing her nipples until she was biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming at the torture. She couldn’t contain a moan as he set down the cloth and used his hands to wipeaway the suds from her body. They weighed and plumped each breast, his thumbs brushing continuously over her nipples. She moaned as her hips began to unconsciously rock forward towards him; her stomach brushed the tip of his erection and she heard him hiss as his hands froze. She saw he was so close to losing control,and God, did she want him to.
Their eyes stayed locked for the moment it took for him to regain himself enough to pick up the washcloth and finish his job. Before he touched her again, he leaned forward, his face next to her ear.
Her mouth parted as he licked around the edge of her ear and whispered, “You’re going to come again when I tell you to.”
Hit bit her earlobe as he pulled his face away. She felt her inner muscles clench in anticipation of his promise.
He brought the washcloth down to her folds and she almost collapsed at his first touch. Seeing her unsteadiness, he moved her arms up to rest her hands on his shoulders, allowing her to use him for support. She couldn’t hold his stare as his hand returned to her center, lazily rubbing the cloth between her folds and over her clit. She was completely aroused; gripping his shoulders, she tried to push herself against his hand, wanting, needing more pressure on her core. She was dangerously close to orgasming, holding her breath as the waves of pleasure brought her right to the brink, and then gasping for air as Darcy let off and pulled her back.
“Not until I say,” he scolded. She moaned in protest and he dropped the washcloth onto the floor.
Gripping her hips, she thought he was going to turn her into the water again but instead her senses jarred as he pushed her back against the cold tile wall; her whole body burned, the hot and cold blending and further heightening the sensations running chaotically through her body.
She watched him get down on his knees and turn his head into the spray, opening his mouth to collect the water. His hands pressed her legs apart, as he faced her again, mouth full of water. Their gazes locked as he moved his face in between her thighs and she felt his lips on hers. She gasped loudly as he buried his mouth in her folds and pushed thewater out, rinsing the area he had torturously washed. She moaned, her head falling back against the wall, unable to distinguish for a moment whether it was the water or his tongue pressuring and massaging her clit. His mouth left her to refill once more with water; her knees began to feel like jello and when his mouth and the jet of water returned to caressing her core, she didn’t know if she was even standing on her own anymore. Her hands moved to his head, threading through his hair, pressing him closer to her. His mouth empty of water, he licked and sucked her until she knew nothing else except the orgasm she was searching for. Distantly, she heard herself moaning, begging him for release.
“Please.”
The next instant, his mouth was gone. He stood up with his erection poised at her entrance, dancing lightly over her clit, holding her at the very edge. He looked at her and said, “I want to watch your face as I enter you and then you are going to come.” She moaned deeply at his words, trying to sink herself onto him. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Darcy. Please.”Her words and her eyes pleaded with him to finish her.
“Now!”He yelled as he rammed into her, entering her to the hilt in one stroke and shooting her over the edge. Her release shot through her like lightning, pleasure searing every cell, and she screamed his name. He pumped into her hard as her release precipitated his. She heard his groan in her ear as she felt his arousal pumping his semen into her.
When her other senses finally returned, she realized that he was holding her up against the wall of the shower which was still spraying them with a steady stream of warm water. Her forehead had fallen to rest on his shoulder and she heard his ragged breaths in her left ear as his body calmed from his release. She saw him let his left hand let go of her and reach over to turn off the shower. She wanted to tell him that she probably needed to wash again after what just happened but she was too drained to say anything. Her limbs felt like jello and she knew she still needed a few minutes before she could stand on her own. He pulled out of her and sheimmediately felt the loss; she must have sighed because she heard him give a small laugh that seemed like a promise.
“Can you stand?” he angled his face to look at her as she answered.
“I think so.”
Well, that was a lie.She didn’t want to look like a complete fool in front of him though. His head was already big enough.
He lowered her feet to the floor and slowly released his other arm, opening the shower door to grab them towels.
Well, she could stand so it wasn’t a lie. Walking, on the other hand,…not so much. She attempted to step towards him to grab one of the towels to cover herself and her knees buckled and she felt herself falling back; and just like the first time, Darcy caught her with an angry ‘you lied to me’ look on his face. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing, carried her out of the shower and laid her down on the bed. She tried to grab one of the towels from him but he held them out of reach.
“I will dry you,” he glared.
Unlike the washing, he dried her quickly and efficiently, leaving a towel between her hair and the bed so that it didn’t soak through the sheets. When he was done, she tried to sit up but his hand on her shoulder stopped her.
“We aren’t done yet.” He stood from the bed, grabbed the other towels and walked back into the bathroom. She couldn’t help but notice that his penis was still elongated and semi-erect and wondered if he was going to take her again, so soon. The thought went straight to her core and she felt herself getting wet again.
She stayed on the bed but kept herself propped up on her elbows trying to figure out what he was doing, what he was going to do. She heard the sink turn on and back off again before he appeared in the doorway with a washcloth in his hand.Again?She must have raised her eyebrows in question because he gave her a small smile as he knelt once again between her legs as they dangled off the side of the bed.
Pushing her thighs farther apart, he gently washed the remnants of himself off of her sensitive core. At first, thewashcloth was painful, her clit still so stimulated and engorged, but after the first few strokes, the pain transformed into pleasure. Even though his movements weren’t intentionally arousing, as they had been in the shower, she felt the pressure begin to build inside her again. When she felt the washcloth disappear, her eyes opened, glazed over with pleasure, as she found him staring at her exposed folds.
“You are so wet, so beautiful.” At his comments, she felt a new surge of wetness release from inside her. He groaned and raised his eyes to hers. “I need to taste you as you come,” he said as he lowered his mouth to her again.
At the first sweep of his tongue, her hips jerked up towards him. She let herself lay back onto the bed so her arms could extend to tangle her fingers in his hair. She gripped his scalp as his tongue lapped at her, sometimes darting inside her to stroke her inner muscles.
“This is what I wanted for breakfast all morning,” he said against her folds.
She moaned again and again as his tongue licked and swirled around her clit. Her legs tensed as her head moved back and forth on the bed. His hands had moved under her to grip her ass to angle her further open for him. Faster. Harder. His tongue became demanding, flicking over her clit furiously as she spiraled toward the edge. Just when she knew she couldn’t wait any longer, he pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked hard. She screamed and shattered. Her hips jerked up again as she orgasmed. Just when the first wave of her climax had begun to subside, his mouth left her as he stood and entered her. Her body was overwhelmed with sensations of pleasure, her inner muscles clenching his erection with the remaining waves of her climax, at the same time, as he pumped into her, a new orgasm began to build on the remnant of the last.
