Page 22 of Second Chances
“God, you are incredible,” he began, his breathing labored, “how does it feel?”
“How does what feel?” she replied.
“Taking control. Making me lose control.”
“Incredible,” she answered, breathlessly.
It was true, the sight of him helpless against his need, knowing that she was responsible; that she had the power to control his release, and that he had let her -for the most part;it felt incredible.
“Good,” he said roughly, “because turn-around is fair play.”
Her eyes widened slightly at his dangerous tone just has his mouth took hers. His hands, firmly on her hips, pulled her towards him, forcing her knees onto the bed to straddle him, her core resting directly on his erection. The thin lace fabric did nothing to mask neither her nor his desire.
As soon as she was sitting securely in his lap, his hand moved up to the ties on the front of the teddy, making quick work of the bow and loosening the material so that he could slide the sleeves off her shoulders, baring her breasts to him. His hands immediately grasped both swollen globes, testing and massaging their weight. She moaned softly into his mouth, her arousal still increasing, still on edge after knowing how much she had pleasured him.
His teeth grabbed her lower lip, sucking and pulling on it gently as he pulled his head away from hers. He let her lip go, just as she cracked her eyes open to see his head bend down toward her breasts. Pushing one up to meet his mouth, he took her nipple between his teeth, just like he had with her lip, and gently tugged. She pressed forward, wanting, needing more. Finally, he pulled the swollen nub into his mouth and sucked forcefully, her mouth falling open, gasping as pleasure rocketed through her right to her core. Her hands moved up to thread her finger through his hair, trying to push herself farther into his mouth. Meanwhile, her hips began to move with a mind of their own, rubbing her core against his rock-hard arousal, begging for release.
With his mouth engaged at her breast, his hands moved down to grab her ass, one of them slipping under the lace teddy and down to her soaking core. Beth gasped again loudly as two of his fingers entered her. She was wound so tightly, she thought she could burst at any moment.
“Darcy…please…” she whispered between gasps.
He smiled against her breast as his fingers massaged the inside of her passage, his thumb flicking over her clit.
“Almost,” he said as he bit down gently on her nipple.
Her vision darkened and she saw stars. Her hands moved to his shoulders to steady herself from the pleasure that was incapacitating her. Then, the onslaught stopped. His hands left her, his mouth pulled away; he leaned back on one elbow and Beth watched as his other hand reached in front of her to her core, and with the slightest movement, undid the snaps that held the bottom of the teddy together. Without further torment, he moved that arm back, resting on both elbows now and looked up at her with an arched brow.
What’s going on?She was sure that after making him come, he was going to jump at his chance to regain control of the situation, except now, he was looking at her like she was supposed to do something.
Her dazed and confused stare must have been clear because he let out a small laugh.
“You wanted control, so take it,” he said as his eyes darkened. “Take me.”
Oh.
She bit her lip, the thrill and anticipation of being in control sending shivers down her spine. Reaching down, she grabbed his erection and pumped up and down several times, teasing him.
Darcy let out a hiss of pleasure and she felt another surge of wetness between her thighs.
“Ride me, before I change my mind,” he commanded, roughly.
Her eyes locked with his as she raised herself up on her knees, taking a moment to rub the head of his erection back and forth over her clit, sending sparks through her as she coated him with her wetness.
“Beth!” Her name was a warning; she was playing with fire.
Too late, she was already scorched.
Lining up the head of his erection with her entrance, she sat down slowly, taking him inside her inch by inch. She watched as his jaw muscles clenched, his eyes burning right through her; it was taking everything in him to not thrust up completely inside of her and quicken the pace.
Beth’s eyes closed as she finally took his whole length inside of her. Sitting fully on him, she took a moment to allow her inner muscles to adjust to the size of him; she moaned, feeling the head of his erection pressing on the base of her cervix.
An explosion of pleasure rocketed through her, her hips jerking involuntarily, her eyes opening instantly to see that Darcy had reached forward and massaged her clit, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm.
“Ride me,” his thick, deep voice said. He tried to make it sound like a command, but Beth could tell he was begging her for release.
There was no way she was able to go slow now, not after that. Her legs moved with a mind of their own, raising and lowering her hips, pulling off of him right to the tip and then sinking back down. Beth’s hands had fallen to his chest to steady her movements. Her rhythm became more frenzied as her orgasm built, and Darcy was no different. His hips had begun to move in sync with hers, pushing up to meet her as she came down, pushing himself as far as he could go, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside her again and again. His one hand reached up between them to cup her breast, the other reached down to where they were joined, delving between her folds to the sensitive, swollen nub hidden within.
“Come now, Beth,” he groaned hoarsely, as his fingers found their target and rolled her clit between them.
