Page 45 of Third Time is the Charm
“I don’t want you to,” she gasped back, wedging her hand down his hot, naked chest to grasp the hard ridge of his erection through his pants.
“Fuck.”His hips jerked back away from her teasing touch. “Can’t handle that right now,” he rasped.
Beth felt herself suddenly released to stand on the floor as Darcy dropped to his knees. His hands roughly gripped the edge of her dress, lifting it up to her chest. “Hold this,” he said harshly, too focused on his goal to even look up.
Her shaking hands gripped the soft material as his took ahold of the soft flesh of her ass, pulled her forward as he placed an open-mouthed kiss over her lace-covered core. Beth gasped, almost losing her balance, forgetting just how powerfully overwhelming the desire between them was.
“I need you ready for me,” he whispered against her, his right hand slipping her underwear off to the side of her folds, exposing her to him. “Fuck.”She barely heard it before his mouth and tongue were on her.
Thank God, both hands had returned to grip her ass and give her some support to stand. The first swipe of his tongue through her folds and over her clit had Beth seeing stars. And he didn’t give her any reprieve. Over and over again, he tormented the swollen bud, his tongue darting inside of her, tasting her rising desire.
Beth felt her legs buckle, just before her back was again pressed against the wall, and Darcy’s hands raised her legs, one at a time, to rest on his shoulders, eliminating any strength or will that she needed to remain upright, and giving him more open access to her core.
Her head tipped back against the wall, her hands (forgetting about holding her dress) shoved themselves into his hair, pulling his head –and mouth –tighter against her. Pleasure seared through her, her body remembering the exquisite climb to release that she’d ignored the past several months. It quickly climbed the path, craving the complete combustion that the finish promised.
She moaned, her head beginning to shift side to side as her pleasure built.
“Darcy…”she moaned, knowing she was so close to the edge. He heard her, and he was too on edge to torture her any longer.
His right hand moved again from underneath her ass and he pushed three fingers inside of her, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit, as Beth splinted around him, moaning as her hips flexed against him, her inner muscles clenching in release.
His mouth stayed on her long enough to not let her come crashing down. Just as the fog of pleasure began to clear from her eyes, she felt his hand leave her briefly to finish undoing his pants. He stood roughly, her legs falling to the side of him as he grasped the backs of her thighs, spreading them wide, pressing her flush against the wall as he thrust himself completely inside of her with a yell.
“Christ,you are so fucking hot and tight,” he whispered harshly, taking a few breaths to control the rampant desire that surged when he sheathed himself inside her contracting passage. “I’m sorry…” he groaned, before he began to pound uncontrollably into her.
Beth gasped, feeling her lower back hit the wall again and again with the force of his thrusts. Her orgasm that had been subsiding, quickly reversed direction; the feel of his thickness inside of her, pressing into her very center, had her release building again. She moaned over and over, unable to move her hips under the grip of his hands.
Every muscle in his body was taut as Darcy pulled and plunged into her over and over, taking her, claiming her. This wasn’t gentle or remorseful or loving after what happened and all their time apart; this was raw, unfettered need that had been locked away and only she had held the key to its release.
Beth felt another orgasm overtake her and she screamed his name, her vision going dark, the only sensation she could feel was the shattering desire around his throbbing erection as he thrust inside her one more time, joining her in her release. She thought he yelled her name, but everything was a blissful blur as their climax overtook them; Darcy continuing to thrust, much more gently, into her as his release continued to coat the convulsing walls of her core.
His forehead fell to her shoulder as their breathing tried to replenish the oxygen that had been burned out of their system with desire.
“Holy fuck,”he whispered.
Beth let out a shaky laugh, the slight movement pressing her definitely bruised back against the wall; she grimaced.
“Shit,” he groaned. “I’m sorry. I’m such a fucking savage.”
“Don’t,” Beth shushed him. “Don’t ruin this.”
He looked up to meet her gaze. “It’s been too long, I couldn’t help myself.” The look in his eyes told her, just as much as his uncontrolled need, that he hadn’t slept with anyone or had any type of physical release since she had left.
His jaw clenched, as he pulled himself out of her. Beth caught her breath at the loss. Her dress falling down to cover her as though nothing had happened; Darcy on the other hand, had his pants and boxers around his waist, and his still very hard and wet erection stood proudly pointing at her.
What happens now,she wondered.
Her eyes flicked to the door,maybe she should go.
“Don’t even think about it,” his hard voice responded. “You had your chance, now you are mine for the night, and gorgeous, I’m nowhere near done with you.” The promise in his voice sent brand new shivers of desire through her. His erection thickened in agreement with his words.
“So, then what’s next?” she whispered shakily, afraid to move from against the support of the wall.
He took a split second to respond before nodding back behind her, his eyes glimmering with promise. “Shower.”
Beth felt a hot flash sear through her body, remembering the last time they had showered together. She watched as he stepped out of his pants that were crumpled on the floor, nodding again at her to go into the bathroom. She shivered in anticipation, following his silent command, and walked onto the tile of the large bathroom floor, stopping in front of the shower. Darcy moved around her to slide open the glass door and turn the water on.
She turned to look at herself in the mirror, her mouth parting in shock at what she looked like – make-up half removed, hair a complete mess, bobby pins everywhere, and skin flushed with pleasure.
