Page 86 of Third Time is the Charm
Beth groaned as his slow pumps began again. “Please. Faster…”
A harsh laugh left him.“Patience,”he said harshly, trying to focus on his control. His body wanted to move faster, too – a sheen of sweat breaking over his body as he rammed his hips into her three times.
A brief pause to catch his breath and then his slow tease began again – six long, torturous thrusts. The gradual slide of his cock inside her wet and trembling passage keeping them on edge, aching for the uncontrolled thrusts that punctuated the deliberately slow slides.
Her head thrashed back and forth. Her body so on edge, she felt like she could shatter at any moment, yet the fast and slow combination kept bringing her right up to that edge without letting her fly over it.
Her body glistened with sweat by the time she felt him slide into her only two times before he began to pound into her. She thought this time he wouldn’t stop –she didn’t want him to.
But he did.
Her whole body shook, pushed past the brink of control.
“That’s it baby,”he groaned. “Now, I’ll take you there.”His words accompanied the last slow thrust of his impossibly large cock inside of her.
There was that last moment of stillness – where they both savored for a second the complete fullness while being on the brink of feeling something completely exquisite.
Then, with a growl, Darcy plunged into her. No more counting. No more slowing. Hands steadying himself on the back of the couch that moved with the force of his thrusts, he drove into her over and over again, mindlessly, in search of their release.
Beth felt herself come apart first. The explosion of her orgasm that had been grown and withheld ripped through her, her entire body flexing uncontrollably as the fire of her release seared through her, cauterizing every nerve ending with its power.
Darcy followed behind her, a shout erupting from his lips as she felt his orgasm erupt inside of her. His hot release jetted inside of her, filling every part of her that his erection couldn’t reach. His thrusts became less forceful but he continued to slide in and out of her, bringing them both back down gently to reality.
His body collapsed, but before he fell onto her, his arms came around her, rolling them both over to lay half on the couch, their legs hanging off the other end. Her body tensed at the sudden movement, but then relaxed when she found herself on top of him held securely against the warm strength of his chest. His finger lightly swirling over her lower back just above the rise of her ass. Nothing was more important in that moment than the love and comfort flowing between them.
“I don’t deserve you, Beth,” he murmured hoarsely; his chest rumbled underneath her.
“You do,” she insisted, turning her face to look up at him. “Not because you’re perfect, but because you are trying. That’s what matters, Darcy – that we both are trying to be better for the other person.”
“I will never stop trying to be a better person for you.” His fingers tenderly traced along her cheek and chin.
“I believe you,” she replied, heavy sincerity lacing every word. Her eyelids dropped, as he bent his head down to kiss her again. Gently his tongue explored her, sealing in every last ounce of love and desire that he felt into that kiss before he pulled away, his head falling back onto the couch with a deep sigh.
“It’s not even lunch time yet and already you’re exhausted.” She teased him with a small laugh.
“Mmm… Are you complaining?” he murmured with a smile. His eyes still closed as he relaxed, comfortably keeping her trapped on top of him.
“No, not yet,” she replied, lightly biting his nipple.
Darcy groaned. “You’re an intolerable and insatiable minx, Miss Bennet. How about you make us some coffee before you start to tempt me again?”
She smiled, kissing his chest before she pushed herself up, moving so that he gently slipped out of her. His eyes opened to look up at her when he felt the loss of her heat from around him; his cock was still hard enough to want to remain inside of her.
“As you wish, Mr. Darcy,” she answered sweetly.
Walking towards the kitchen Beth felt his eyes on her naked, retreating form. She bent over to pick up her shirt and panties, hearing him groan at the view she’d given him. She bit her lip on a smile, pulling the fabric over her head.
“Don’t,” he rasped as she began to step into her underwear. “You won’t be needing those for the rest of the day.”
A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine at his words, so many delicious thoughts running through her head. Still, she couldn’t help herself from pushing him, so she stepped one leg into the delicate lace.
“Beth,” he growled. “I swear to God, if I have to remove those panties one more time today I will make sure they will be unable to be worn ever again.”
Her hands dropped the fabric at his words, her breath catching. She wanted to make him prove his words, but she also didn’t want this pair of underwear destroyed. She looked over her shoulder to catch his burning gaze before walking into the kitchen, leaving the offending garment lying on the floor where it would stay for the rest of the day.
When she walked back into the living room with their coffee, Darcy was dozing lightly on the couch. He’d pulled his sweats back on, his naked chest rising and falling subtly with his breath. As she stepped by him, his eyes opened.
Beth sat back down on the couch next to him. He moved to sit, giving her more room to pull one leg up onto the couch. Taking his coffee from her hand, he took a long sip of the darkly potent liquid.
