Page 63 of Third Time is the Charm
“I don’t know if that’s even possible, gorgeous, but I’ll be more than happy to try,” he replied as his body moved flush with hers, seconds before his hands were around her waist and his lips descended onto hers.
She met his kiss as though there’d never been any doubt in her mind that this is where she belonged.
Who was she kidding – from the second she’d opened her door, she knew that she would be his again, that she would give them another chance;she didn’t know how not to.
Chapter 19
He obliged her request eagerly, but unlike the other night, the urgency, the forcefulness, the lack of control was missing; Darcy kissed her tenderly, drawing from her lips every word that remained unspoken. He kissed her like her lips were a new world that he was charting for the very first time. Discovering every delicate corner of her mouth with his tongue, it stroked hers, calming the insistency that she felt, enticing her to relax into his languorous exploration.
Beth moaned, her hand that had grasped his shirt stretching out and relaxing against his chest. She leaned into him, letting his arms encircle her and give her the support she needed. She tasted the wine on his tongue, or maybe it was from her own, either way, she shivered as it added a sweet and strong dimension to the sensations his mouth evoked.
His hands around her waist began to trace lazy circles along her back, causing goosebumps to parade up her spine while his mouth continued its torture. Even though she felt the friction and pressure slowly and deeply building inside of her, Beth felt, at the same time, that she could sit there forever kissing him and not need anything more.
Gently, his hands moved along the outsides of her thighs, moving her legs to hook around his waist. Her mouth parted from his, gasping in air as he lifted her from her seat, turning them both towards her bedroom door.
Without missing a beat, he gently nipped her chin before placing kisses along her jawline as her head tipped back allowing him better access to wherever his delicious mouth wanted to go.
He kicked the door open in front of him, carefully maneuvering them into her tiny bedroom. His lips left her neck to look at see where he was going.
“It’s a little smaller than what you’re used to,” she whispered breathlessly, sure that he was wondering how both of them were going to fit comfortably on her bed.
“The only thing that I’m used to, gorgeous, is being inside of you,” he rasped, approaching the edge of the bed.
Beth bit her lip hearing his words, moisture surging between her thighs as her hips instinctively flexed against him, enjoying the reciprocating swell of his erection against her.
She turned her head slightly to look where they were headed. “Don’t drop me.”
His gaze immediately returned to hers, deep brown eyes shimmering and solid. “I told you before, gorgeous,I’m not letting you go this time.”
Her breath caught just as his lips captured hers again. With a little more insistency, his tongue found hers toying and teasing her as he carefully sat down on the bed with her in his lap, her legs still intertwined around his waist.
His hands carefully freed her blouse from where it was tucked into her pants and then lifted the soft material up and over her head, tossing it down onto the floor. His fingers traced down along her bra straps, along the edge of the cups where the swells of her breasts were straining, begging to be freed.
Back and forth the pads of his fingers ran along the edge of the material, teasing her with the lazy softness of his touch. Beth arched her back, trying to encourage a firmer caress, but he wouldn’t stray from his plan. His fingers fell slowly over the front of her breasts. Beth moaned softly as they grazed over her nipples, still covered by the fabric of her bra. Darcy could feel their hardness even though there was still a barrier separating them from his touch.
His fingers continued their tortuous trek, following along the underwire in her bra, along the sides, which caused her to shiver as they passed along the sensitive skin underneath her arms. Finally working his way to her back, Darcy deftly unclasped the garment as Beth eagerly lifted her arms allowing him to pull the sliver of material off of her.
This time there was no teasing. With her breasts bared to him, his hands returned to the swollen mounds, grasping them possessively. Beth moaned into his mouth as he kneaded her aching flesh, the pressure from his fingers heightening the pressure building inside of her. His thumbs grazed over the sensitive tips; the hard buds begging for his attention. With gentle determination, he rolled the peaks between his fingers, teasing them relentlessly, the sensation making her core burn with the fire that he evoked.
She rolled her hips against him again, subconsciously entreating him for more. This time, his hips jerked back against her core and Beth knew that his resolve was slowly weakening under the weight of his desire.
“Just let me pleasure you, Beth,” he whispered hoarsely against her mouth. “It’s all I want.”
He didn’t take her mouth again, instead trailing his lips down the side of her neck, kissing and sucking her silken skin along the way. His hands released her breasts as his head moved lower, moving them around to support her back so that she could arch up to him, presenting him with the mounds of flesh that pleaded for the attention of his mouth.
Even though Beth could feel his desire increasing with every kiss that seared into her skin, Darcy still maintained his pace, kissing every inch of her neck down to the swell of her breast. She held her breath, waiting for it – for him – for the hot torture of his mouth. Air rushed out of her as the scorching suction of his lips closed over her nipple. She moaned, her fingers digging into his back as his tongue began its sweet torment of the hypersensitive tip of her breast, rolling the firm bud back and forth, each motion eliciting fireworks of friction that flew through her body.
He pulled the peak deep into his mouth, each draw milking more moisture from her core. He finished with one, only to move his focus to the other swell that had been waiting impatiently. Beth moved her hands, threading her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer towards her, begging him to ease the ache inside of her.
“Please,” she whispered, her orgasm begging to be released from his slow torture. She felt his lips smile briefly against the soft skin of her breast as he pulled her nipple firmly into his mouth one more time.
Without releasing the peak, he shifted them, turning so that he could gently lay her back on the bed, her legs falling from around his waist to cradle him between her thighs. His hands free from supporting meant that one immediately moved to grasp her unattended breast, mimicking the movements of his tongue with his fingers. Her hips flexed again, his groan rumbling over her chest.
He moved to undo the clasp of her pants, grasping the waist of them along with her underwear. His mouth released her so that he could sit back and free her lower body from its cloth confinement.
Her arms fell back above her head as her gaze, laden with desire, locked with his. She lay there, barely breathing, watching him as his eyes began to travel the aroused and exposed length of her. Even though he still had all of his clothes on, she could see every muscle outlined in his shirt and even more so in his pants, the front of them bulging almost unnaturally.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, his fingers brushing lightly along her thighs. Beth felt her whole body flush underneath him, a surge of wetness releasing from inside of her. His eyes dropped ever so slowly down her body to her glistening core, his hands following in their wake.
