Page 64 of Third Time is the Charm
The fingers on one hand spread her folds wide, opening her completely to his gaze, while the other hand began to move lightly within her folds. At first, Beth watched as those fingers began to explore her and the begging flesh between her thighs; they brushed back and forth through the center of her folds, lightly at first, just like he’d done over her breasts. She moaned at the soft torment.
The next slide ended with his finger slipping inside of her. She gasped soundlessly at the brief fullness before it was gone, brushing back up and over her clit again. He repeated the movement, this time two fingers ran down the length of her core, both slipping completely inside of her, bending slightly to touch that epicenter of pleasure deep inside of her before slipping back out, up, and swirling around the slick bundle of nerves. Again, he repeated the movement. Every muscle in her body was tensed – waiting and begging to be released. Her heart was pounding; her body was so strained from the slow torture that Beth wondered if it was possible to perish from the pleasurable pressure that had risen to unimaginable heights.
Yet, his rhythm remained steady.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged her softly, his eyes darting up to hers for a split-second before they returned to focus on the sight of his fingers, coated with the evidence of her pleasure, teasing her.
She moaned loudly, her eyes clamping shut, her lip painfully trapped between her teeth as she fought for her release.
“Let me feel how much you want me; let me see you come,” he whispered, his fingers making their final descent to her entrance.
Three fingers pushed inside of her, pressing on that tender spot as the thumb of his other hand circled over her clit and she finally exploded, screaming his name. With his thumb still pressing on her center, his hand held her hips firmly down against the bed though they tried to arch up, while his other hand continued to flex his fingers inside of her, her inner muscles clenching around him.
“Beautiful,”he murmured. Her eyes fluttered open to see his face strained with restraint, feeling her body convulsing around him.
Beth moaned, watching as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, completely coated with her juices. Her hips tried to jerk again as his thumb continued to rub purposefully over her clit causing sparks of burning, painful pleasure to shoot through her sated body.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said again, his jaw clenching as his gaze fixated on her wet center. Her mouth parted as she saw him bend his head down to her. “And you’re mine,” he whispered, his breath teasing over her soaking and swollen folds a second before his mouth completely covered her.
She shook underneath him, but she could make no sound the burning pleasure was so exquisite. The tongue that had teased every inch of her body spared nothing when it came to the most sensitive part of her. His hands now found their way underneath her ass, sinking into the soft flesh to angle her more openly for his feast. His tongue lapped over her, tasting her overflowing desire and licking the nub of nerves where every sensation he evoked had concentrated.
Her hips arched even further against his mouth, the rising pleasure from his tongue paralyzing the rest of her body; she could feel nothing except where his mouth was on her and that was all she needed. His tongue moved faster, more urgently over her clit. Her heels dug into the bed as she felt herself racing towards the second orgasm he’d so expertly crafted inside of her.
One deep draw of that bud into his mouth ignited her release that blazed through her. Her hips vibrated uncontrollably underneath him as the potency of her climax burned through her. His mouth didn’t release her – wouldn’t release her.
Beth vaguely heard his groan as he tasted her pleasure – the pleasure that he’d begged to give her – rush from inside of her. He drank from her as though it was she who would be responsible for his intoxication tonight instead of the wine.
She moaned as the waves of release subsided, his tongue finally letting her body fall completely into a sated stupor, her heartbeat beginning to return to normal.
She waited, anticipating his next move – one that would surely end with him inside of her, leading her to yet another mind-numbing orgasm. She felt the bed shift under him, but instead of getting heavier, his weight on the bed disappeared as he stood. Her eyes darted open, watching him walk into her bathroom to wash his hands and swish with some mouthwash.
Again, she watched and waited as he reentered the room. She saw the fire in his eyes, seeing her sprawled naked, her legs still spread open, begging him to return to where he belonged between them.
And again, he surprised her.
Darcy made no move to remove his clothes, instead walking around to the other side of the bed, climbing onto it and lying next to her. Her head turned and followed him, meeting his gaze as his head rest down on the pillow next to hers.
“That has to hurt,” she murmured, her brow furrowing, wondering why he seemed content to just lay next to her instead of trying to satiate his desire.
He gave her a tight smile. “I’m fine.”
She turned onto her side, facing him completely, lowering her hand onto the side of his face. “But I asked you to show me how much you want me…”
His head turned so that he could kiss her palm that was resting on his cheek. “This is me showing you how much I want you – how much more I want with you than just fucking you,” he said firmly, adding wryly, “because that part is painfully fucking obvious.” He grimaced at the words, trying to ease the uncomfortable confines of his pants.
Her stomach clenched. The possessive, quasi-demanding part of Darcy that she knew was still there – it was the part that had informed her that she was his; but, there was also this part of him, something that she ached to remember if she’d seen before. This part that ached to please her, and not just physically, but with his words and actions; this part that was trying to prove to her that he had changed, that he was determined to put her first.
She could hold him to it; she could turn over and go to bed, completely sated and warm with the knowledge that he was doing everything in his power to prove himself worthy of her love. Her stomach clenched though because she didn’t want to; she wanted to feel that deep, physical connection to him when he lost himself inside of her.
“You said I’m yours,” she whispered, her eyelids dropped, watching her hand as it slid off his cheek, down the hard planes of his chest, closing over the solid, burning length of him. “So, take me.”
“Beth,” he groaned, eyes clenching shut as he fought against himself and his desire for her. She squeezed her hand over his erection and his gaze shot open, a growl escaping from his lips.
“As you wish, gorgeous.”Her body tingled at his promise.
His hand tipped her onto her back again, raising himself to his knees. Bending his head down to her breasts, he lavished attention on the erect peaks while his hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it off the bed behind him.
Kneeling on the bed, he stared down at her. “Touch yourself,” he commanded, then added softly, “make yourself wet for me.” Stepping back off the bed, he began to undo his pants, his eyes locked on her hand as it drifted down over her stomach, disappearing between her folds as she did what he asked.
