Page 46 of Third Time is the Charm
Yeah, shower was only going to help this situation…
Darcy came up behind her, the desire in his dark eyes contradicting everything that she was currently thinking about herself. She watched as his hands came up to slowly and gently remove the bobby pins from her hair, gradually releasing the trapped locks. Beth sighed softly - the relief of the pressure from having her hair pinned up all day sending shivers down her spine.
Oh, no, that was just the gorgeous, naked man standing behind her, ready to pleasure her again.
Once all of it looked like it had been left down, Darcy ran his hands through it, making sure there weren’t any more pins hidden within; then, his hands moved to her scalp, gently massaging the tingling skin. She heard a moan escape her as her eyes closed, her head falling back again his shoulder;it felt so good.
One of his hands trailed down her neck, over her back, to the top of the zipper of her dress, grabbing it and sliding it all the way down to her ass where it ended; her dress sagged around her, the lacey sleeves falling off of her shoulders.
“Let it go,”he whispered in her ear.
Moving her arms just slightly away from her sides, the dress floated to the ground around her, leaving her naked except for her thong that was still pushed off into the crease of her thigh.
Beth felt his cock lengthen against her back, her eyes opening to see his staring hungrily at her in the mirror. They both watched as his hand snaked around her front to grab ahold of her swollen breast. Darcy groaned as he cupped the firm, familiar weight, kneading the sensitive flesh. Unable to stop himself, his right hand left her head to the left, both toying with firm swells of her breasts.
Her eyelids fell heavily as she moaned, pressure building deep inside of her again. His fingers then focused on her nipples, the erect peaks aching for attention as he pinched and toyed with them. She moaned again, pushing her chest further into his hands.
His left hand splayed across her chest, firmly pressing her back completely flush against him. Her skin burned with the heat from his; she knew how on edge he was, his body completely taut with restraint, hardly moving or breathing except to pleasure her. With his left hand remaining firm on her chest, his right slid confidently over the soft skin of her stomach to the very center of her still left exposed from her underwear.
He fingers easily slipped between the slick folds to find her aroused clit. They moved deftly over the nub, toying with the nerves as her hips tried to press against his hand begging for more. He teased her, watching her rising pleasure in the mirror, even as it steamed, hearing her soft moans become louder and more frequent.
Just when her hips began to vibrate uncontrollably against his hand, his fingers stopped; yanking the remains of her underwear down, both hands moved to firmly grasp her hips as he turned them around.
“In the shower.Now,”he rasped harshly behind her.
She slid the shower door open and would have stumbled inside if not for his hands supporting her hips. Beth knew the water was hot because the whole bathroom was steaming, but when she stepped underneath it, it almost felt cool compared to her body which was still struggling to regain equilibrium after being pulled back from the edge of her orgasm.
She tried to turn to face him, but his hands tightened on her hips, preventing all but her head from turning. Beth stared into his delicious chocolate eyes, wondering what he had in store next.
“I’m going to be inside of you,” he whispered, reading her thoughts, “while I wash you.” Beth felt her knees go weak, the thought alone almost enough to make her come.
His hand moved to gently press on her back, tipping her forward into the steady stream of water, thoroughly wetting her hair while thoroughly exposing her wetness to him and his waiting cock. She’d just moved her hands to push her wet hair off of her face when she felt his hardness enter her from behind. Gasping, her hands shot out to the sides of the shower for support as she heard him groan deeply, pushing himself completely inside of her.
For a second, neither of them moved, both acclimating to the rush of pleasure that swept through them; their heavy breaths competing with the rush of water for which was under more pressure.
Slowly, his hand moved from her back over the flat plane of her stomach to bring her back up against him. Dumping shampoo into his hands, he quickly lathered them before spreading his fingers into her hair, continuing his pleasurable massage of her scalp that he’d abandoned earlier; this time, each shiver that went down her spine was only exaggerated by the fullness of his erection buried inside of her, waiting to erupt.
Beth heard his harsh breathing as each tremor causedallof her muscles to quake, especially the ones around him. His fingers paused amidst her hair, trying to regain his control, before combing them through one last time.
“Lean forward,” he said, his soapy hands moving to her waist to tip her forward, allowing the stream of water to wash the shampoo from her hair. Once all the foam seemed to disappear, she stretched back up against him.
Reaching around her, Darcy grabbed a washcloth, holding it with one hand under the water to wet it while his other hand came up to toy with her breast again.
“Any chance you can you put some soap on that for me, gorgeous?” he asked softly, biting her earlobe as he spoke.
Her gasp turned into a moan as she arched into his hand. The tease of his fingers stopped, waiting for her to comply. In a daze, she took the washcloth and as she bent forward to grab the soap, she made sure to arch her back, pressing her ass even closer against him, allowing him to slip a little further inside of her.
“Christ,”he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, momentarily losing control as he pumped into her two times, giving in to the pleasure, before he stopped himself once more. “You’re going to pay for that, minx,” he promised.
She’d completely forgotten the washcloth for those few seconds as the tip of his cock caressed that tender spot deep inside of her, the friction bringing her right back to the edge of the climax she desperately craved.
Somehow, she managed to lather up the washcloth for him, eyeing it greedily as she handed it back to him for what it promised to do to her. Darcy took the cloth and began to lather the soap onto her shoulders, working down one arm and then the other. His hands paused on her shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles briefly before his arms slipped underneath hers and around to the front of her. Beth trembled as her breath caught, the cloth brushing lightly over her taut nipples, sending sparks through her body.
Slowly, tortuously, he began to caress and cleanse her breast; his empty hand moved to cup her other breast, playing with the sensitive bud. Beth moaned and arched her chest into his hands and her hips back against him. She knew that the torture she was experiencing was transferred to him as every moan, every shiver of desire, reverberated into her core and onto his cock.
The washcloth switched hands, making sure that both of her breasts received equal attention and care. Her head fell back against his shoulder as the soft, slightly abrasive, yet definitely arousing texture of the cotton swirled over the tender skin of her stomach and down between her thighs where her center was throbbing with need.
Beth’s hips jerked back against him at the first brush of the fabric over her core, her inner muscles flexing, retaliating against the pleasurable torture. Darcy’s mouth descended onto her shoulder and neck, biting and sucking as his cloth-covered fingers began to massage the sensitive nub that ached for release. And whether it was out of concern for her or himself, this time, he gave it to her.
