Page 82 of Third Time is the Charm
“Mmm,” she murmured victoriously. “And here I thought I was intolerable…”
“Come here,”he rasped demandingly, his gaze that had flared with her taunt leaving no room for her to disobey.
Beth shivered at the husky promise in his tone.Sometimes, she liked when he was demanding – and he knew it.
“Where?” she asked, feigning confusion. “I’m right here.”
“Yes, but I’m too exhausted from what you just put me through to be able to move my mouth back onto that sweet pussy of yours,” he groaned in impatience. “Now, come here.”
Her mouth went dry as she crawled up the length of his torso.
“I’m going to come inside of you tonight –and I don’t mean inside of your mouth,” he said, his voice deadly soft.
His arm reached out to grab his sweats, rolling them and shoving them underneath his neck to prop his head up.
“Put your legs on either side of my head and lay back along my chest,” he instructed. His eyes darkened seeing her core open in front of him as her legs lifted to part, placing one foot on either side of him.
His fingers sunk into the fleshy part of her hips, pulling her lower half those last few inches to bring her slick folds to his mouth. Her mouth parted soundlessly as he began to devour her. His tongue flicked rapidly over her, bringing her right to the edge of release and then stopping.
She gasped. “Darcy… please…”Her legs quivered with her pent-up desire that was on the precipice of erupting.
“Turnabout is fair play,” he answered hoarsely, his smile glistening with her juices. His tongue slowly licked her one time, taunting her even more.
Beth felt her elbows shaking, her arms feeling like they were about to give out from supporting her. Another second or two passed –another lick.A shiver unraveled through her body.Another lick.She gasped loudly, feeling her eyes tearing with the strain he was putting on her body. The torturous and intermittent stimulation was just enough to keep her on that uncomfortably exquisite edge.
“Do you know why I want to come inside of you?” She vaguely heard him ask as he stared at her exposed entrance, watching as her desire seeped out of her, begging for his tongue to taste it.
Beth groaned. “Because I am yours.”
She felt the intensity of his stare on her; he hadn’t been expecting that answer. For it, his tongue swept over her one more time, swirling around her clit, bringing stars to her eyes.
“No,because I am yours,”he replied. His breath caressing her softly. His hands released her hips, reaching for her arms that were supporting her and pulling her shuddering body to sit again. “Put me inside of you.” His eyes seared into her.
Without looking she knew he was ready. Carefully sliding her legs back underneath her, she rose unsteadily up onto her knees. Moving backwards, the tip of his erection brushed her molten core; Darcy’s eyes shut as he groaned with pleasure. She positioned herself over him, her hand reaching down to wrap firmly around the thick length of him, placing the tip of his cock at her entrance.
Her gaze moved to lock with his just before she sunk down onto him, taking him completely inside of her passage. Beth gasped at the welcome invasion. The friction of him sliding into her causing her body to tremble with need and her mind to go blank.
His hands back on her hips reminded her that she was in control. Steadying her hands on his chest, she rose up and down along his length.
“That’s it, gorgeous,”he groaned, watching his cock slide in and out of her as his hands moved to cup her breasts that bounced enticingly in front of his gaze.
Beth closed her eyes, unable to even feel herself moving anymore as she chased after the release he’d been taunting her with. Her frenzied movements took her in search of her pleasure, his words encouraging her to take it. He’d wired her to be on edge and it only took a few moments before she found herself exploding around him – and collapsing forward onto him as her arms slowly gave out beneath her.
Taking a firm hold around her body, Darcy quickly rolled them over making sure to stay firmly seated inside of her. Beth gasped as he seemingly found his strength again, his hips pounding into her as he demanded his own release while hers still quaked around him. He thrust again and again inside of her soaking passage, finally shouting her name with his release.
Burying his head in her neck, they both lay there for minutes, letting their hearts and their breaths come back to a normal, steady pace.
“I don’t think I can move,” Beth finally whispered.
“Sorry,” Darcy groaned, rolling off of her.
“That’s not what I meant,” she whimpered, now empty and bare at the loss of him. “I meant from what just happened.” Rolling carefully onto her side, she extended an arm over his chest needing to maintain that constant contact with him.
“Well, I don’t want to move but we can’t stay on the floor,” he said, grunting as he propped himself up on his elbow.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “I think we can. I’ll be fine sleeping on the floor, I’ve slept on worse.”
He glared at her. “We aren’t sleeping on the floor.”
