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They stayed like that for what could have been hours for all Beth knew, although it was probably only a few minutes, both of them too sated to move. Darcy pulled out of her with a soft moan and gently set her down on her feet, her dress closing in front of her. He grabbed her hips, slowlymaneuvering her to the of the foot of the bed, before stepping back from her.
“Take off your gown,” was his command. His words didn’t register as she took in the sight before her, his dress shirt still buttoned but disheveled and untucked from his pants, unzipped and hanging precariously from his hips, as his still semi-erect penis jutted out from the opening. When her gaze returned to his, he raised an eyebrow at her daring her to disobey him; she saw amidst the molten hunger, a gratefulness and a possessiveness that warmed her heart, just as her hunger for him began to cause her body to stir again.
With a questioning stare, she slowly reached her arms around the back of her neck, knowing that clasp was the only thing holding her dress on. She held his eyes as she unlocked it, her gown rushing to the ground in a whisper of silk. His eyes traveled tortuously over her body, drinking in the sight of her. She hadn’t worn a bra, and since the dress was white, she opted for the tiniest white thong that she owned to minimize any underwear lines through the thin silk; a thong that was currently stuffed next to her thigh, exposing her completely to his eyes. Her nipples tightened painfully as his gaze caressed her body moving slowly down the length of her; his fists clenched at his sides and his member became fully erect, even larger than before. Her eyes widened at the sight and shot to his asking,“Again, so soon?”
He moved back in front of her with a small smile on his face - an answer to her question. His hand came up to gently caress her cheek, then his fingers slid tortuously slow down the column of her neck, along her collarbone, and finally over the aching swell of her breast to circle her nipple. She gasped his name and tried to push her breast further into his hand; he pulled his hand back from her movement to circle her nipple on his palm before dropping his hand to his side.
“Take off your underwear and lie on the bed with your legs over the edge,” he instructed her before making quick work of divesting his own clothes.
Beth did as he asked and laid on the bed propped up on her elbows to watch him. Once he was naked he didn’t come to her, though; instead, she watched him walk into the bathroomand she heard the faucet turn on for a brief moment. He came back into the room carrying a damp washcloth and she knew what he was going to do.
Kneeling between her legs, at the foot of the bed, he began to gently cleanse her folds, wiping away the remains of both her and his desire. She felt her body flushing all over, desire building again as he stroked her hypersensitive clit.
“Now I’m going to make love to you slowly,” he smirked, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he set the washcloth down and replaced it with his mouth. Her body jerked not just from his attentions but from the words he had chosen.
His hands reached around to grab her hips and pull her core tight to him as his tongue began to lap at her. She watched him lick her for a few moments before her arms began to feel like jello and she had to lay completely back onto the bed.
She felt the pleasure seep into every cell in her body; the warmth, the tension, the pull of another orgasm building slowly as he excruciatingly teased her with his mouth. Licking her clit, darting his tongue inside her folds, her hips jerked up against his hands in response. She grabbed the comforter on either side of her as her head thrashed back and forth, her pleasure becoming unbearable.
“Please, Darcy.”
At her plea, he paused. Taking one last lick over her clit that left her quivering, he lifted his head from her core, placing an open-mouthed kiss on her stomach. His hands left her hips, one traveling to her breast, the other to her folds; he pinched her nipple as he inserted two fingers inside her, feeling her core clench around him as she bucked and moaned.She was so close.
“You’re so wet and ready for me.” She felt another surge of moisture at his words.
Withdrawing his fingers, he reached behind her and grabbed a pillow to prop her hips up. Holding his erection firmly, he rubbed its head back and forth over her opening, stimulating her clit and coating himself with her juices.
Finally, he responded to her plea, allowing just the tip of himself to enter her. She arched her hips trying to take moreof him, but he pulled back, staying in control of their joining. His hands anchored her hips as he slowly entered her further in and then back out again. When she submitted to his pace, his right hand moved to splay over her lower stomach so that he could thumb her clit each time he entered her, each time bringing her higher and higher, closer and closer to her release.It was torture.
“Please, I need you.”
“How?” His voice was curt and her eyes cracked open to see his face. He was on the edge too, but he was going slow for her. His restraint was evident in the tension and sheen of sweat on his whole body; he had taken her hard initially and now he was trying to make up for it, trying to draw out her pleasure as long as he could. She moaned loudly as he entered her again, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm.
“I need you harder and faster,” she panted, “I can’t take it. Please, I need all of you.”
Their eyes locked for a moment before he let go of his restraint and slammed into her. Her body rejoiced as it hurdled toward release. One. Two. On his third demanding entry, she shattered, screaming as every muscle in her body locked, her core contracting endlessly around him. With the waves of her orgasm, he was done for; he slammed into her two more times before she felt the jet of his release coating the inside of her. As she began to relax, she felt him still pumping into her, his erection twitching as he continued to ejaculate inside of her.
She watched the effect it had on him. His face completely relaxing, all the tension leaving his body. He was beautiful and she loved him.Oh, God. No. No no no no.She must have shaken her head because it jarred him from his pleasure-induced trance and he slowly pulled out of her with a questioning gaze. Taking the washcloth, he wiped himself off and when she went to sit up to do the same, he put his hand up.
“Stay there.” Her face flushed at the command, knowing what her lower parts must look like after all that sex. As if he read her thoughts, he looked her in the eyes and continued, “You are exquisite.” And to prove his point, he knelt and gaveher very sensitive clit a thorough, but gentle, kiss before walking back into the bathroom to get her a fresh washcloth.
Like before, he washed her and then tucked her into the bed, climbing in beside her. She wanted to protest, saying that they still needed to talk, but she could barely get a coherent word out before he silenced her with a kiss and a placating, “in the morning.” She sighed and curled against his chest, succumbing to blissful exhaustion.
Chapter Thirty-Three
The rich scentof masculine spice and the feel of her cheek on a warm chest were her first sensations on waking up the following morning.She peeled her eyes open remembering where she was - and with whom. She replayed the night before, sighing contentedly as she snuggled closer to his chest.Wow, that was a good night’s sleep.She wanted to know what time it was but she didn’t want to move and risk waking Darcy; she was enjoying her pillow far too much.
“Good morning sunshine,” he said. His voice was deep and raspy from sleep.Damn!She had wanted to enjoy her spot for a few minutes longer.
“Good morning,” she said quietly, determined not to move unless he made her. “What time is it?” She took a chance, angling her head to peer up at him.
“You’ve been sleeping for a long time. I can tell you what it’s time for though…” His eyes glinted mischievously as his hand moved from her side to trace the curve of her breast.
“You’re insatiable!” she laughed as she shrugged his hand off. “Plus, we need to talk. You promised me.” To emphasize her point, she reluctantly sat up, holding the bedsheets up against her chest.
He smiled up at her; it was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen.Darcy, happy.“Alright, well it’s almost seven fifteen,” he admitted, “I just need a minute.”
With a grunt, he pushed himself up and got out of the bed, pulling on his dress pants uncomfortably over his erection, which clearly would have rather been doing other things. “I’ll be right back.”Oh, God. Not again.She watched him with concern as he left the room, shirtless, and heard him jog down the steps.
