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Darcy’s hands had moved to firmly grasp her hips, allowing him to hold her tightly as he thrust uncontrollably into her, hissing as the heat from her core burned his erection.
“I need to feel you come around me,”were Darcy's strained words, his hands forcing her hips to still so that it was only him in control of entering her.
“Please,”she begged, as he stilled his thrusts.
One hand still firmly holding her hip, his other moved to her clit, rubbing and teasing the silken, firm bud. Beth’s hands clenched on his hard shoulders; tears had begun to slip from her eyes, she was so close to release. His fingers working frantically, he pulled almost completely out of her one last time before thrusting hard, his straining erection sliding perfectly into place, sheathing himself completely inside of her body with one stroke, as his fingers pulled on the center of her pleasure.
She screamed as stars exploded around her. She felt her walls clench relentlessly around his rock-hard member for a second or two before he couldn’t hold on any longer. With a shout, his hips resumed their motion, desperately plunging inside of her one, two more times before she heard him yell her name and felt the warm rush of release inside her still-convulsing passage.
Dear God. Heaven.
She collapsed on top of him, their chests moving frantically trying to replenish their oxygen, both of them completely sated and drained. Minutes passed before Darcy gently lifted her off of him, rearranging her dress and his pants. He didn’t get up though; pulling her close, he put his arm around her, letting her head rest on his shoulders. There they stayed and watched the sun set over the city.
Chapter Sixteen
Beth moved slowly into consciousness,surfacing from the pleasure-induced coma that she had drifted off into. She peered up to find Darcy’s molten chocolate eyes staring back down at her; he’d been watching her sleep for some time. She blinked a few times, wondering when she had dozed off, as the last thing she remembered was the red-orange sunset out the window; that must have been some time ago because the night sky was completely dark, only illuminated by the twinkling lights of the city skyline.
“I hope I didn’t drool on you,” she said groggily, looking back up at him.
He laughed and kissed her forehead.
“No, you weren’t asleep for that long,” he assured her.
“Oh, good,” Beth replied as her stomach grumbled loudly.
“You have, however, been doing that for a few minutes now, so I think it’s about time that I feed you.”
“I’m too tired to eat,” Beth protested, burying her forehead into the welcoming crook in his shoulder.
She felt him smile against her hair just before he began to move, pulling his arm out from behind her, standing up to adjust his pants.
“I’ll go order us some food,” he said, watching Beth as she dramatically collapsed fully down onto the couch, closing her eyes again. Darcy laughed, “You’re going to eat something. I’ll be back.”
“Thanks for the warning,” she mumbled as he walked out of the living room.
Distantly, she heard him in his office, on the phone with room service, before the urge to doze off again won her over.
“Time to eat, sleepyhead.”
Beth heard Darcy’s voice, drawing her out of her slumber, just as she began to smell the delicious scent of dinner being placed on the coffee table in front of her.
“What time is it?” she asked, moaning as she propped herself up on the couch.
“Almost nine.”
“That’s it?”
She felt like she had been sleeping all night, but her exhaustion made sense; she’d only dozed for a few hours, probably because of the emotional wreck of a day that she had had. Crossing her legs on the couch, she pulled a blanket over them, covering the opening in her dress since she wasn’t quite sure where her underwear had ended up. She glanced around seeing if she could spot them, but the only thing she saw was Darcy’s satisfied smirk before he asked,
“Looking for something?”
“Nope,” she retorted, unwilling to give him that satisfaction.
He chuckled at her response and began to remove the lids off of the plates of food that he had sent up.
Holy pasta.
“Are we carb-loading for something?” Beth asked, jokingly, as she stared at the five different types of pasta sitting on the table in front of her.
