Page 81 of Third Time is the Charm
Beth smiled, her eyes dropping from his. She changed the subject before her thoughts could detour onto some of thoseveryunpleasant thoughts.
“You know, this is now the second damsel-in-distress whom you’ve saved that I’ve had to learn about after the fact – and not from you. I don’t care if you’re trying to be humble or whatever your silly reasoning is, but the next time I want to hear the story come from your lips.”
His eyes left hers, lazily trailing down to her parted and moist lips. Looking down further at her t-shirt clad body, the swells of her breasts visible along the edge of her shirt, her nipples pressed eagerly against the fabric that did nothing to conceal their excitement.
“Ok,” he agreed huskily, his gaze returning to her, red-hot with lust. “But for now, the only thing that’s going tocomefrom my lips is you.”
Her mouth parted even further as a devious smile spread over his face. His hands reached for the back of her thighs, pulling up hard and swiftly. With a yelp, Beth found herself on her back with her legs hanging off the side of the bed. Before she even had a chance to tilt her head to admonish – or encourage - him, Beth felt his mouth close over her core.
Her back arched off the bed as the pleasure rocketed through her; her hands reaching out to grab fistfuls of the sheets, trying to anchor some part of her to the bed because what he was doing with his tongue was about to have her shooting right off of it.
Beth gasped, her hips undulating uncontrollably under his mouth as he expertly led every cell in her body to the edge of release. One last flick of his tongue over her clit had her screaming his name into the sex-laden silence. She heard him groan as he greedily lapped up the result of her orgasm.
Her hands slowly relaxed and released the sheets from her grasp even though her heart was still pounding, her lungs still panting.
That was round two.
“I told you,” he rasped. Her head tilted to the side so that she could look down to him. A smile widened over his lips that glistened with her arousal. “The only thing I want coming from my mouth tonight is you.”
Her muscles clenched as the words vibrated deliciously through her again. Pushing herself up to sit on the bed, Darcy still kneeling between her legs, she bent down and kissed him on the mouth, moaning as she tasted herself on his tongue, but more than her desire, she tasted his – felt his – with every tease of her tongue.
His hands slid up from the sides of her thighs to grab the edge of her t-shirt, lifting it up, her arms stretching to help him free her from the material. As soon as the last remaining barrier was gone, his hands reached for the swells of her breasts. Kneading the globes until she moaned into his mouth.
Pulling back from their kiss, Darcy’s eyes dropped to her chest where his hands held her breasts, their erect peaks straining towards him, begging for some of the attention from that tongue of his. His mouth dropped hungrily onto her nipple.
Beth gasped, letting her head fall back and her hands slide into his hair, pulling him tighter against her as his tongue rolled over the firm bud sending jolts of white heat through her body. Moving to the other begging swell, he sucked her nipple hard into his mouth; she let out a small yell as the painful pull blossomed into a potent pleasure. He laved the same attention on the other peak, kissing the tip of her breast softly as he moved his mouth from her.
He blew a steady stream of air from his mouth over her erect and moist nipple, the sudden cold blowing over her body sending delicious shivers straight to her core. Her head angled to meet his dark, desirous gaze.
Beth stared at the man kneeling between her legs; his gorgeous face was framed by his tousled hair, his sculpted chest tapered to a slender waist which disappeared into his sweats. She raised an eyebrow when she saw the giant tent in the front of his pants from his erection, straining to be a part of the action. She stared at the man who was continually putting her before himself and his needs lately, and boy did she now want to torment him in return.
Biting her lip, her hands still in his hair, tilted his head back as hers bent down to stop a breath away from his mouth. She dropped a quick kiss on his lips before her mouth meandered over to his ear.
“My turn,” she whispered, taking a quick nip at his earlobe before her hands moved to his shoulders and pushed him backward so that he was now resting back on his heels. He raised an eyebrow at her, anticipation flaring in his eyes, his cock twitching underneath the fabric of his pants.
Lifting her leg, she put her foot against his chest, letting him take one good, long look at the glistening view between her thighs before she extended her leg, causing him to tip back. His arms quickly moved behind him to steady himself, his legs swinging out in front to relieve the pressure from his ankles.
Beth stood up off of the bed with a smile, enjoying the surprise and expectation that emanated from his body. Bending over, she grabbed ahold of the elastic waist of his pants and tugged them down and off of his legs.
She eyed his engorged erection for a moment, jutting out from between his thighs. “My turn for a taste,” she murmured, glancing at him from underneath heavy eyelids.
Dropping to her knees on the floor, she bent over to run her tongue up the length of his swollen cock, which bobbed against her mouth, begging to be taken inside. Darcy groaned loudly at the tease, the deeply hoarse vibration turning into a curse when she finally made it to the tip and pulled him inside of her mouth, sucking him in firmly and deeply to the back of her throat.
“Oh my God, Beth,”he panted as she began to move her hot torture chamber up and down along his length.
His fingers speared through her hair, encouraging her as his hips lifted to match the movements of her head. Beth tasted the saltiness leaking from the tip of his cock, a sample of what was to come. A few seconds later, he pulled up on her head, groaning.
“Beth…stop… please,”he begged. Slowly, she released him from her mouth, looking up at him in concern. “I want to be inside of you,”came his hoarse explanation.
“You will be,” she replied coyly, looking down at the heavy weight of him resting in her hand.
Her mouth engulfed him again, taking him all the way inside of her hot depth. She felt his hands on her head again, exerting a slight pull before he gave up fighting against her plans to pleasure him and began to thrust himself deeper inside her mouth. Her hand reached down to cup the soft weight beneath his thighs, as her mouth worked frantically to bring him the pleasure that he had brought her.
Darcy roared as his orgasm rocketed through him. Beth moaned feeling the hot jets of his release against the back of her throat, swallowing deeply as he continued to pulse into her.
Only when his hands dropped away from her did she slowly release his erection from the sweet suction of her mouth. She caught his sated stare and licked her lips suggestively.
“You are in trouble,” he groaned, too relaxed for the words to come out as discouraging as he’d wanted.
