Page 49 of Third Time is the Charm
He stood up from the bed and with a flick of his wrist, removed the towel from his waist, his erection springing up and out, eager to be inside of her again. Beth just stared at his gorgeous form, wondering how one man could look so good –and be so aroused by her for the third time in less than two hours.
His eyes melted down over her from his position, but she didn’t make a move, waiting –wanting– him to take control.
“Spread your legs,” he rasped. “I’m craving my favorite type of berry.”
Beth bit her lip to stop a moan from escaping, remembering that night on his dining room table, as he ate fresh fruit from inside of her; wetness seeped from her core at the memory, begging to relive it. Trembling under his gaze, she did as he asked. Resting back on her hands, she lifted her knees up together before slowly spreading them apart, revealing her glistening folds to his burning gaze.
Beth watched as his mouth parted at the sight she presented him with, opening and offering her body to him.
“You are so beautiful,”he groaned, bending over to rest his hands on the edge of the bed by her feet. He just stared for a second before his right hand began to lightly trace its way up to her knee, down the inside of her thigh, to her core. He pushed one finger completely inside her and Beth struggled not to make a sound at the welcome invasion.
He pulled his finger back out and brought it to his mouth, licking every drop of her off of it.
“Fuck,”he cursed, his hands diving under the soft flesh of her ass, grabbing and yanking her to the edge of the bed where he dropped to his knees, and dropped his head to her.
Beth gasped as his mouth closed over her sensitive core. His hands held her thighs open wide as his tongue delved between her folds, searching for the berry he’d been dying to taste.
Her arms shook for a second before she let herself fall back completely onto the bed, freeing her hands to find their way into his damp hair. Pulling his head tighter against her, the burning pressure building inside of her, she moaned his name as his tongue led her body over the familiar path to release. Her clit was so sensitive from her previous orgasms that it didn’t take long before her hips were bucking against him, his tongue mercilessly teasing the soft bud until she came apart in his hands, her moan morphing into a scream as her body flexed in release.
His tongue gently lapped the warmth that gushed from her center, waiting until the waves of her orgasm slowed enough and her shaking fingers released the pressure they’d been putting on his head. Her hands fell to her side, her body completely limp and sated with pleasure, even though the potent thought burned in her mind that he wasn’t done yet.
There was still more.
His mouth began to trail open-mouthed kisses up over the quivering skin of her stomach to where her breasts rose and fell with her attempts to replenish the oxygen depleted from her blood.
Taking each mound in hand, he licked his lips before descending onto one of the erect peaks, sucking her nipple into his mouth. Beth moaned at the torture, the electric shocks sizzling through her body, drawing more life out of her than she swore she had. Her body fought against itself, on the one hand, so exhausted from her orgasms, but on the other, aching to have the building pressure inside of her released again.
His mouth moved to her other breast, lightly biting on the taut peak before drawing it into his mouth.
“Darcy,”she heard herself moan. “I can’t...”She felt like she wouldn’t survive another orgasm, yet her body rushed towards that certain destruction.
His lips trailed up her neck to her ear. “You can, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Just one more time, you can.”
She moaned in half-hearted protest as his lips took hers. The taste of her desire on his lips only enflamed her more. She arched against him, needing him again. Beth felt the head of his erection press and slide against her waiting entrance and heard him moan into her mouth.
He bit her lower lip as he pushed his swollen length completely inside of her, letting out a pained groan when he was finally, completely seated inside of her.
“Christ,”he gasped, releasing her lip. “I feel like I could come just from sliding inside of you.”
Beth sighed at the sensation of being completely filled by him again, the heavy lids of her eyes opening to stare into the dark recesses of his. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, she wanted to arch against him, to urge him on, but her limbs felt like they had no strength left – every cell saving the last threads of its energy for one last release.
A tight smile broke on his face as he leaned down to kiss her again. “Just one more time, gorgeous.” His voice broke as he pulled almost completely out of her before sliding back home again with a deep groan. Her mouth parted at the exquisite friction created inside of her. “One more time, beautiful,” he repeated, sliding in and out of her again, quicker this time as his release became too imminent to control.
“Please,” she begged breathlessly, her eyes falling shut again. The pleasure and pain of her impending orgasm on her overly-sensitized clit driving her body crazy.
“That’s it baby, just one more time,” he groaned, pumping into her faster and with more force, shaking the bed beneath them. “Let me feel you milk my cock one more time.” One last thrust inside of her, brushing against her begging bud, combined with his hot words shattered her.
She screamed his name one last time –or she thought she did, if she had that strength left.
Darcy collapsed on top of her, panting as his hips rode down the waves of his orgasm inside of her. Their heavy breathing fell into sync as they both floated back down to Earth.
Darcy tenderly kissed along her collarbone and up her neck; Beth was amazed she still had the strength to breathe, every cell feeling like it had given the last shred of its energy for her pleasure – and if she never moved again, she wouldn’t complain.
After a minute, Darcy forced himself off of her, picking her towel up off the floor. She shuddered involuntarily as he wiped the stickiness of his release from her, the rawness of her skin making even the slightest touch painful, but even still, she was too tired to move even if she wanted to. She pulled her eyes open just as he began to wipe himself off, his erection still pretty solid, and she had a feeling that if she didn’t look and feel like a corpse right now, he probably would have continued to pleasure them both.
Instead, he dropped the towel back onto the ground, kneeling on the bed he gently worked his arms underneath her, lifting to pull the comforter down and lay her tenderly underneath it.
Beth sighed when, instead of leaving as she thought he might, he climbed right in next to her, pulling her onto his warm, solid chest as his fingers gently rubbed up and down her spine.
