Page 12 of Second Chances
“Fuck, I know. But my response, my actions, have been ruthlessly ingrained into me and especially around you. I fucking lose control which sends me into overdrive trying to compensate; it’s like fucking instinct or something. It’s like I have no control over being in control. How fucked up is that?” he sneered at himself, finishing his drink.
“It’s not your fault,” she tried to reassure him.
She’d known what it was like have a parent, in her case, her mom, who was always pushing her in a certain direction. Thankfully, Beth had known that that wasn’t what she wanted to do with her life. Unlike Darcy, who was being “coached” into what he did want to do, except that it had been taken too far; it had damaged him.
“How long ago did it end?” she asked, unsure whether she would rather it was recently or have been a long time ago.
“Five years.”Oh, well that was a while ago. He must have learned not to expect that from all women since then.
“God,all I can think about having you on this table right now,” he laughed bitterly at himself, knowing that he would just rather show Beth how he felt about her, instead of painfully trying to tell her.
At the same time, he made no move towards her to pursue his desire because he knew that she desperately needed to hear this from him. His eyes were fire, his words searing right through to her core, bringing back every sensation of need that she had for him. Even though his gaze was filled with desire, his face was taut with the pain of reliving these memories for her sake. Her thoughts became fuzzy; she knew she had more questions, but she also could see how much it had taken out of him to share this much with her already.
God, Beth hated this woman for what she did to him - playing with his feelings, using them against him to satisfy herself. She wouldn’t do that to him; she wouldn’t punish him for opening up. In fact, she knew she needed to do the opposite if he was ever going to get more comfortable talking to her about this. Every part of her yearned for him and she knew that she’d pushed him enough for one night; it was time to show him just how much she appreciated his openness, his vulnerability and lack of control.
Standing up, she grabbed another strawberry from the dish and walked over to stand in front of him. She took the strawberry into her mouth and slowly bit down into it, making sure to suck the juices clean from the hull. It was a small action, but his response was what she was hoping for - a sharp intake of his breath, jaw clenched, hands twitching at his sides, aching to touch her. She licked her lips clean and said huskily,
“So then have your dessert.”
Chapter Four
She barely gotthe words out when his mouth crashed onto hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth, licking and tasting remnants of the fruit she had just eaten. His hands firmly grasped her hips and lifted her onto the table as he moved between her thighs.
Beth was overwhelmed, and not just with the physical sensations this time. She was overwhelmed with everything that she had learned about him tonight, overwhelmed that, albeit reluctantly, he had opened up to her, shared his hurt with her.
What could have made her so special?
That train of thought derailed as she felt the cool air on her stomach and chest and he pulled her shirt up over her head, his fingers then making quick work of releasing the clasp of her bra and freeing her naked breasts to his touch. She moaned into his mouth as he grasped her breasts, one in each hand, and massaged the aching flesh. Each brush and pinch of the erect peaks sent sparks to her fast-moistening core, begging for attention.
His mouth broke from hers as he whispered, “Lean back on your hands.”
Resting back on her palms, her position blatantly offered up her breasts to his admiring and famished gaze. He remained frozen for a second before his head dove down to pull one of the aching tips into his mouth, torturing her by gently lapping and then sucking on it hard.
His hands moved farther south to grab the waistband of her pants and pull them down over her hips and knees, letting her kick them off the rest of the way. Not wasting time or limb, one hand moved to massage her free breast, while the other went straight to her core; she heard and felt the vibration of his groan as his fingers explored the slickness between her thighs.
She closed her eyes, her head falling back as she let her arousal consume her; she felt the fire inside her churning, concentrating where his hand was massaging her clit, his fingers dipping in and out of her. She couldn’t tell if she was moaning or saying his name; everything outside of his touch was a fuzzy other world to her as that touch brought her closer to her climax. She felt his mouth leave her breast, and she hazily opened her eyes.
“Now,it’s time for my dessert,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
What does that mean?She wondered as she saw his hands leave her. Leaning over her, he captured her mouth roughly, drawing her focus away from her thoughts and back to him.
When he broke their kiss, she watched as he swiftly pulled a dining chair in between her legs. Reaching to the side of her, she saw that he had grabbed the bowl of fresh berries from behind her. Picking up a raspberry, he leaned back over her and offered the fruit to her. She opened her mouth and let him feed her the berry, chewing it slowly, watching his eyes as he seemed mesmerized by her mouth. As soon as he saw that she had swallowed, his lips took her, his tongue delving in to taste the berry flavor remaining.
When he was satisfied with his first course, he broke the kiss and moved back to sit in the chair; his gaze never leaving hers; his eyes black with intense hunger.
Even though her arms were starting to feel like jello, she couldn’t move as she watched him reach into the bowl again to pull out a blueberry. Her eyes widened as, instead of moving it towards his mouth, his hand moved towards her folds. He gave her a devilish smile as she felt him push the berry inside of her. Once it was inside her chamber, she felt his finger move to her clit and expertly massage it to cause her inner muscles to clench. It was only then that his gaze broke from hers to look down at the juices flowing from her core.
“Mmm…perfect,”he said deeply, a smile of anticipation on his face.
Beth couldn’t tell if it was juice from the berry or from her that was coming out. This whole experience was so intensely arousing, she was fighting not to climax around the stupid fruit. All thought left her as she watched his head descend swiftly to lap the juices on her folds. She threw her head back and moaned loudly at the pleasure from his tongue. His hands moved under her buttocks to grasp and pull her more fully against his mouth; it was then that she felt it - his tongue inside her, teasing the berry out of her and into his mouth. Then sensations, the pleasure, the knowledge of what he was doing was too much and her hips bucked against his mouth begging for release. Just at that moment, he pulled his head back, and she watched him chew and swallow the remainder of the blueberry that had been inside of her.
“Fucking delicious,”he said hotly. “I think the Beth-berry is my new favorite dessert.”
God, he was so good at tormenting her.
“Please, Darcy,”she begged him.
“Soon,” he promised, licking his lips. “I think I’ll just have one more.”
