Page 47 of Third Time is the Charm
“That’s it, gorgeous, come for me again, let me feel you,”he whispered against her cheek, his voice as coarse as the fabric he expertly and relentless massaged over her clit, bringing her effortlessly to the release her body had been begging for.
Beth yelled his name into the steady stream of the water from the shower.
He groaned, his hand grasping her hip so hard that she’d probably have a bruise there in the morning, too, as he tried to stay still while her core tightened around him, massaging the throbbing length of him buried completely inside of her. Every part of him was frozen, trying to remain in control of his release as he enjoyed the fruits of hers; even his hand holding the washcloth had become paralyzed over her swollen center as she jerked around him.
Darcy exhaled out harshly between clenched teeth, taking one last deep breath, relishing in the slowing waves of her climax, before finally going in search of his. With a grunt, he pulled his hips back, sliding completely out of her, eliciting a whimper from her lips.
The washcloth fell to the floor as he spun her around, his hands on the back of her thighs as he lifted her up by her legs, hooking them around his waist and allowing himself to slide back into her waiting warmth.
“Fuck,”he moaned, spinning them to push her back up against the cold tile; Beth couldn’t tell what was more shocking to her senses, the cold of the tile, or the heat from him.
As soon as her back touched the cold slabs, Darcy began to thrust into her, all restraint gone. The friction of his hard and hot cock sliding in and out of her sensitized passage pushed her body back up the climb to another climax; there was no stopping it.
“Darcy,”she moaned over and over again, his name coming out faster and faster as his thrusts became more and more urgent.
“That’s it baby,”he said, his voice breaking each time he rammed further into her. “I want to feel you come again; I want you to take me with you.”
Beth screamed, her fourth orgasm ripping through her, Darcy’s following along right afterward with a shot; the hot stream of his release washing the inside of her. He kept pumping into her, his climax lingering for several minutes.
Her body was trembling by the time he slowed, her muscles completely slack with satiety and exhaustion.
“I forgot how it could be,” she whispered in awe.
That was a lie, she’d tried to forget; how could she have forgotten this?
“I didn’t,” he said gruffly, his mouth dropping down to claim hers for a deep, yet tender, kiss.
“I don’t think I can stand,” Beth whispered against his lips.
“Don’t worry, I’m not letting you go,” Darcy replied. Her breath hiccupped at the sincerity of his tone as she ducked her head into his shoulder.
Holding her steady, he pulled out of her, gently setting her feet down onto the ground, but keeping one arm firmly wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. His other arm reached to grab another washcloth off of the rack in the shower. Doing his best to wet it with one hand, he ever-so-gently touched the fabric between her swollen folds.
Beth sucked in a breath as even the lightest touch on her tender, well-used flesh was exquisitely sensitive. Carefully, Darcy washed away what remained from his orgasm and hers from the both of them before dropping the cloth onto the shower floor next to the first one and shutting off the water.
Sliding open the door, he grabbed a towel with his free hand, still making sure he was supporting her with the other.
“I think I’m ok now,” she said lightly, with a smile, having regained her sea legs after that storm of sensuality.
He eyed her carefully, unsure whether to believe her, but finally deciding to. Stepping out of the shower, Darcy grabbed a towel, hardly drying himself before he picked up a second to take care of her.
She stepped out of the shower and managed to remain upright.Success.
Instead of handing her the towel, he opened it and began to tenderly brush it over her moist skin, soaking up all the water on her. She’d almost survived that; as soon as the towel brushed over her nipples, her knees buckled.
Just as quickly, the towel was on the floor and Darcy had swept her up into his arms, a frown spreading over his face.
“Sorry, I thought I was ok,” she murmured, a blush creeping up over her face.
“Mmhmm,” he replied, and she could have sworn she saw a smile about to break over his face when he unceremoniously dropped her onto the soft comforter of the bed.
She let out a small shriek. “Darcy!” she exclaimed, looking up at him to now definitely see a smile gracing his gorgeous face; a smile that quickly faltered and faded as he took in her completely naked form sprawled over the white bed.
“You looked gorgeous tonight,” he said, continuing to stare at her.
“Thank you,” she murmured, watching his eyes darken before he abruptly turned, walking back into the bathroom. Her head turned towards the nightstand as she heard his phone buzz twice, before Darcy returned, reclaiming her attention with a towel tied around his waist and one in his hand, holding it out for her to take, presumably to dry her hair since everything else was mostly dry at this point.
Although, certain areas seemed to be getting wetter by the moment.
