Page 68 of Third Time is the Charm
Beth gasped feeling the blunt head of his erection push into her not-quite-ready passage. He groaned both at the discomfort he’d caused her and the feel of being inside of her, claiming her as his. With one hand on her back, he remained perfectly still; the only thing moving were his fingers over her core, raising her desire to match his own.
It didn’t take long.
In moments, her mouth had parted, gasping breathlessly as his fingers teased her, the torment made worse by the stillness of his cock inside of her. Her legs shook, her body vibrating as he controlled the ebb and flow that would lead to her release.
“Please, Darcy,”she begged. “I am yours.”
He let out a shout and began to drive into her wildly. Beth felt herself pushing against the counter so that she didn’t go crashing into the coffee with the forcefulness of his thrusts.
The friction of him moving inside of her combined with the unwavering touch of his fingers was everything that she needed to send herself over the edge. She gasped his name, her hips undulating as the pleasure rolled through her.
Darcy groaned. “I. Am. Yours.”His words punctuated each thrust just before his orgasm rocketed through him.
They stood there unmoving for several minutes, both coming down from a body-consuming high. Their breaths slowed. Darcy reached around, covering her breasts with his hands, pulling her up to stand back, flush against him.
Beth sighed, her head relaxing back onto his shoulder. He leaned down, gently kissing her neck, sending shivers down her body.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
She turned her head towards his. “Thank you,” she returned, and then added, “For making us coffee.” She smiled as she teased him.
He arched an eyebrow at her, extending his arm to grab the cup off of the counter in front of them. “Don’t thank me until you try it,” he countered, holding the mug in front of her.
Taking the mug from his hands, she took a long sip of the darkly brewed liquid. It was good, but it was nothing compared to what it felt like to be standing in her kitchen, completely naked, drinking coffee,with Darcy’s cock still pulsing inside of her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed coffee quite like this before,” she replied seductively.
He growled and pulled out of her. “Keep that up and you’ll be missing work today, missy.”
“You can’t miss your flight,” she countered, deviousness glinting in her eyes.
“Try me.” The seriousness of his tone dropped all teasing from her face.
He wouldn’t think twice about missing his plane, that was for damn sure.
His arms came around her, pulling her even closer to him when his phone buzzed on the counter.
Darcy groaned and Beth thought he was going to ignore it for a second, but when it continued to buzz, he pulled away from her with a muffled curse. Grabbing the offending piece of technology, he answered it before he even looked at who was calling.
“Hello?” The irritation in his voice was clear. As he realized who was calling though, Beth saw his face soften, the annoyance draining away.
“Good,” he answered, his eyes glancing to Beth before he turned and walked into her living room, not that that was going to prevent her from hearing his side of the conversation. “I’ll be back in town today; I’m not sure if I’ll be able to see you this week.” Pause. “Yeah, I’ll call you.” Pause. “Ok, bye.”
Beth eyed him curiously, wondering who that was. It reminded her of the conversation she’d heard when they’d been at the hotel for Jane’s wedding.
He turned back to her. “Where were we?” he said with a devious smile.
Oh no, he wasn’t getting off that easily.
“Who was that?” she asked firmly with a look that said she wasn’t going to accept ‘business’ as an answer to this question.
Darcy looked down at his phone, sliding it between his fingers as he debated whether or not to tell her – or what to tell her – about the person who was calling.
Beth felt her frustration with every millisecond that passed without a sound from his mouth – without the truth and openness that he had promised her. She knew she was emotional from everything that was going on but she couldn’t help the pressure that was building in her chest and the tears that were welling in her eyes.
He was closing her off again – just like he had before. She felt him pulling farther away from her with every breath that she took; the walls erecting inside of him to keep her at a distance from something that he felt that he couldn’t share.
This isn’t what she wanted. This was exactly what she had feared.
