Page 79 of Third Time is the Charm
Her gasp was overwhelmed by the bumping and rumbling of the bed as it absorbed her weight.
She’d barely landed on the soft mess of sheets by the time he’d partially undone his pants, freeing himself just enough to be able to climb between her thighs and sink completely home inside of her.
Her mouth opened, but no sound, no oxygen came in or out; the feel of him filling her sending ripples of exquisite pleasure throughout every cell in her body. Beth felt his forceful breathing against her neck as he took a second to adjust to the warmth and tightness of her.
His teeth sunk into her soft skin as he began to move his hips, her rising instinctively to meet his and the delicious friction that he generated deep inside of her. Beth closed her eyes, letting her body give over in that delectable rhythm.
In and out - apattern that was more instinctual to her than breathing.
She cried out his name as her orgasm swept over her. Darcy swallowed her cries with his kiss as he joined her. His hips pressing into her as his body began to relax from all of the tension built up inside of it; his release marking her as his own.
“I missed you, too,” she whispered with a naughty, half-smile working its way onto her face. Darcy’s eyes pried open to stare down at her flushed cheeks and sated expression.
His breath released with a sigh. “You’re mine,” he said. His tone wasn’t one of hard demand or undeniable fact; no, it was quiet, tender, and almost questioning.
Warmth spread through her, his words caressing, instead of claiming her.
“And here I was going to say that you were mine,” she replied coyly, flexing her inner muscles around his softening cock.
Darcy hissed; his head bending down to grab her lower lip between his teeth, gently biting down before sucking the tender flesh into his mouth for a moment.
Beth could feel him hardening again inside of her, her muscles expanding to accommodate him. As he released her lip, she whispered, “I am yours.” Extending her neck up, she kissed him briefly.
He briefly touched his lips to her forehead before pushing himself up off of and pulling out of her. She groaned, relaxing back on the bed for a moment, wishing he would have continued to round two, but knowing that she needed to talk to him.
She pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the bed, watching as he finished taking off his pants, walking into the bathroom to wipe himself off before pulling on a pair of sweats that he brought with him over his hard cock. Beth slowly trailed her gaze up from his waist to meet his eyes, raising her eyebrows at him, asking ‘are you sure you want to put those on?’
“Let’s talk,” he said softly.
She nodded, reaching for her long, night-time t-shirt, setting it on the bed next to her. With a decisive slowness, she peeled her shirt from her skirt and lifted it over her head. Biting her lip, she tried not to smile as she caught Darcy frozen, watching her undress. Unzipping her skirt, she let it fall to the ground, leaving her naked except for her bra.
“Can you help me?” she asked innocently, turning to give him her back, and her ass. She held her breath for a second until she heard and felt him walk up behind her.
His fingers traced briefly underneath the strap of her bra before he unhooked the clasp, the last of the material shielding her now gone. She turned quickly to face him, the tips of her erect nipples grazing his bare chest.
The thrill and electricity that ran through her, seeing how much she could tease him because of how much he wanted her – and she, him – was indescribable.
“Don’t tempt me,” he growled, picking up her shirt off of the bed and pressing it against her chest between them, waiting for her to take it before stepping around her.
Beth smiled to herself.
Being with him made her feel alive again.
“Do you want some tea?” he asked from the kitchen.
Beth walked to the doorway before answering, “I think you’ll want to pour us some wine.”
His eyebrows raised. “That bad?”
“Yes,” she answered, crossing her arms over her chest. “But, not in the way you think. Well, yes in that way too, I guess.”
“What did you tell him?” Darcy asked.
She was going to tell him everything anyway, she might as well start there; the subject of Caroline was going to detour their conversation very far downhill if she started with that.
“I told him that I’m sorry, but I just don’t feel that way about him. I told him that I tried to.” She paused, returning Darcy’s glare. “He needed to know that I made the attempt, because I did, I truly wanted to, and I couldn’t. It wouldn’t have been right or believable tonottell him that.”
“And…”
