Page 78 of Second Chances
Toying mercilessly with her clit, Beth saw stars as her core clenched, begging for release. Overwhelmed with the pleasure that was swiftly launching her towards her climax, she didn’t even realize as Darcy’s other hand moved between them to free his straining erection from his pants.
Her sharp intake of breath accompanied the loss of his fingers from inside of her, as he picked her up, locking her legs around his waist, a split second later feeling the hard, blunt head of his arousal teasing her entrance.
“You are mine,” he said as he thrust deep inside of her.
Beth heard herself breathe a moan of relief now that the emptiness inside of her was filled.
“You are so warm and tight. I can’t…”Darcy hissed as he almost clumsily dropped down to his knees.
Looking up at him, Beth saw the sweat that had bloomed over his skin, watching his eyes dart to the couch that was only a few feet away.
“Here,”she said firmly, her voice hoarse with desire, while flexing her passage around him.
Beth watched as his eyes closed and his face contorted with pleasure as her wet core muscles massaged his cock. Suddenly, she felt the cool, hardwood underneath her back, Darcy’s hands gripping her hips as he began to thrust frantically, uncontrollably into her.
Her response was immediate, her body right back on the edge of orgasm where his fingers had left her. Head and shoulders arching back against the hard floor, her hips tried to lift and pull him even deeper inside of her.
Please, Darcy…
Every last nerve ending was on edge, her skin feeling every movement of the fabric of her sweater as it cruelly abraded the soft, sensitive skin of her stomach and chest; her muscles feeling every pulse of blood as it pumped through her; her core feeling the incredible friction of his flesh joining with hers. She couldn’t even speak, the building pleasure was paralyzing; her body took over, moving, arching, clenching - doing whatever it needed for release. Her heart was beating so hard, she swore it must be skipping beats. Vaguely she felt one of his hands move from her hip towards her clit.
“Beth...”His fingers massaged the aching bud for only a second, but it sent her screaming into her orgasm.
Palms pressing into the floor, her hips arched against him, her muscles stuck in contraction as the waves of her climax rolled through her.
“Holy fuck!”His yell reverberated through the room, shattering the silence, as he slammed inside her one more time before succumbing to his own mind-blowing release.
Darcy groaned, collapsing on top of her. They lay on the floor like that for a few minutes, their chests colliding as they both struggled to regain their breath.
“That was incredible,” Beth whispered, still in amazement.
“God, you have no idea,” was his hoarse response.
He groaned, “I’m such an ass for taking you on the floor. I should have made it to the couch.”
“I didn’t want you to,” she responded, coyly, running her fingernails up the length of his back, enjoying as he shivered and his erection flexed still inside of her.
“I know,” he said, propping himself up to look down at her. He gently kissed her lips, then her chin, then along her jawline up to her ear. “I’m still going to make it up to you though,” he promised, biting the supple skin of her earlobe.
She gasped, causing her muscles to flex around him.
“Beth,” he said harshly, pulling out of her. “I can’t have you tormenting me like that or this will be over far too soon.”
Her eyes shot open, trying to turn her head to face him.
Again?
As if he sensed her thought, he smiled against her neck just before Beth felt herself suddenly lifted off of the floor. Darcy shuffled them over to set her down on the couch. Stepping back, he shed his shirt and began to remove his shoes and pants.
“Take off your clothes,” he instructed, his eyes glinting dangerously.
She eagerly complied with his request, watching him come to her with the promise of pleasure burning hotly in his gaze.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Beth stepped carefullyout of the steam-filled shower, her legs still wobbly from the numerous orgasms that she’d experienced in the past few hours. The time had been a reprieve, a momentary shelter from the storm of craziness that had engulfed them.
At least they had each other.
