Page 13 of Second Chances
Reaching back into the bowl, he chose a raspberry this time, placing it carefully inside of her. He toyed with her clit, watching and waiting until pink-tinted juice began to come out of her. Then, his head bent to lap up the liquid, but instead of staying there, he moved back again to watch her.
“How about we try mixed berry-flavored Beth,” he said rhetorically, swiftly pulling a blackberry from the bowl and adding to the other one.
Again, his fingers tormented her clit as her head thrashed back and forth, her moans becoming louder and more urgent. Muscles clenching around the fruit, his mouth returned to her to taste his concoction. She felt him moan against her core, the sound and vibration almost sending her over the edge.
Finally, she felt his tongue delve deep inside her to pull out the fruit. Her eyes barely opened to watch him as he chewed his dessert while standing to remove his pants. Standing before her, his erection was huge and throbbing; she hadn’t been the only one severely affected by his ministrations.
She watched him bend over for one last lick of her folds, shooting electricity through her. Before she could register his movement, he straightened back up, grabbed her hips and slammed completely into her with a harsh yell.
“Darcy!” she screamed his name as pleasure rocked her core, bringing her so close to her climax.
“Almost,”he said harshly, as he drove into her again and again, shaking the table beneath her.
She couldn’t hold on anymore, it was too much; she’d been holding back her climax for too long. She felt her legs flex around him, her inner muscles begin to spasm—
“Come with me now,”he demanded.
As soon as she heard his voice, she let go with a scream, her core clenching violently around him as he pounded into her two more times, ending with a shout as his release filled her, coating her still-clenching walls.
Holy shitwas her only thought as the world began to come back into focus. Shifting slightly, she moaned as her arm muscles and elbows revolted from being held under tension for long on the hard, wooden table. Her soft sound of distress revived Darcy from the last vestiges of his sated stupor; he quickly pulled out of her, pulled his sweats back over his hips and, just as she attempted to sit up fully, he reached under her knees and back to pick her up and carried her to the dimly lit bedroom.
Setting her softly on the bed, where her muscles could finally relax, he returned with a warm, wet cloth to cleanse the mix of fluids from her thighs and folds. Her eyes shut, she moaned softly as he sat on his side of the bed next to her and began to massage her upper arms. When he had difficulty reaching her shoulders, he softly whispered in her ear and asked her to turn onto her side.
She faded in and out of a pleasure-sated consciousness as Darcy massaged the tense and knotted muscles in her shoulders and upper back. He moved so that he was propped up, but laying almost against her, allowing his left hand to continue rubbing her shoulder and neck as his right hand subtly snuck around to grasp the weight of her breast, his thumb lazily flicking back and forth over her nipple.
His movements elicited small pleasure-filled moans from deep inside her, half from the relaxation of her upper body muscles, and half from the desirous clenching of her lower ones. It wasn’t like earlier, where her need and her body where immediately on fire for him; this time, the burn slowly built with the small, consistent sparks of pleasure igniting her core.
She didn’t know how long she lay as he continued to relax and tease her but at some point, she felt her juices start to leak onto her thigh. He seemed to know at exactly which moment that was, because his hand gently released her breast and lazily made its way down her stomach, delving softly into her swollen folds.
“Mmm, Darcy,”she moaned his name as those same fingers found her clit and began their familiar dance over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She felt his mouth smile against her neck, as he gently captured and bit down on her earlobe.
“Just enjoy,” he whispered softly into her ear.
How could she not?She could hardly move as it was, all she could do was lie there and let the sensations overwhelm her. Her right leg moved up and back to rest on his, opening her center more fully for his hand to explore. He pinched and rolled, flicked and rubbed the sensitive flesh. He relished as her moans became more frequent, as her hips began to push with urgency against his fingers. There was no teasing this time, no intense torture; he knew how much strain he had put on her earlier: this was for her. He brought her to the edge and pushed two fingers inside of her, pressuring that sensitized spot to cause her orgasm to be unleashed. She bucked against his hand and he felt her muscles clenching his fingers.
“Beautiful,” she faintly heard him say.
His fingers left her before her orgasm had even finished, only to be replaced by the large, blunt head of his erection. Pushing himself inside her still-clenching passage, he moaned as the muscular undulations massaged his arousal.
“One more time, my beautiful Beth,” he encouraged her.
She was so exhausted, so sated, she didn’t think that she could - even as aroused as she still was.
“You can – just trust me.”How did he read her mind?
His fingers returned to her clit, still moist from just being inside of her. At first, she was so over-sensitized, that she felt only a burning pain as his fingers rolled the small nub back and forth. Then, he began to slowly thrust in and out of her and any remnant of pain disappeared. She felt the pressure, tension, and passion build within her, magnified by his fingers on her clit. Soon, she was moaning and rocking her hips back against him, needing more.
“Perfect, now come again for me,” he whispered in her ear as he gave her what she needed. Pumping himself faster and deeper inside her, applying more pressure to her core, she shot right up and over the edge of release.
He groaned deeply as the even tighter clenching of her passage pulled his release out of him. He kept thrusting into her, riding out the seemingly endless waves of both of their orgasms
Finally, they relaxed against each other. Both too sated and exhausted from the emotional and physical strain to extricate themselves from one another, they fell asleep entwined.
Chapter Five
Beth woketo the sound of her alarm starting to go off. Grabbing her phone, she snoozed the offending noise, looking at the clock to confirm that it was seven in the morning.
