Page 14 of Second Chances (Passion and Perseverance #2)

“As you wish,” he muttered softly, his eyes never leaving hers, as he leaned back onto his elbows.

Beth let her instincts guide her as she climbed on top to straddle him.

Reaching down, she grabbed his undershirt, pulling it from his pants, and slowly slid it up his body.

He frowned when it got to the point where he was forced to lie back completely with his arms overhead in order for the shirt to come completely off.

Beth purposefully took her time as she leaned her torso completely over him in order to pull the shirt off, her movements putting her breasts right at the level of his face.

His tortured groan brought a smile to her face, knowing that his hands were still entangled in his shirt and unable to touch her, but that didn’t stop him.

Beth gasped as she felt the warmth of his mouth close greedily over her lace covered nipple, suckling her hard right through the fabric.

Closing her eyes, she let the sensation of his mouth and the movement of the lace overwhelm her heightened senses.

She moaned and felt his pause as he smiled against her breast; remembering that she was the one who was supposed to be in control, she arched her back, pulling her nipple just out of reach.

Leaving his hands still tangled in the undershirt, she slid back down his body until her face was level with his.

“It’s my turn,” she whispered just as she set her lips on his and kissed him with everything that she had .

Underneath her hips, she felt his erection hardening further, straining against the confines of his pants; pants that were probably soaking from her since the teddy didn’t provide much of a barrier.

Running her hands down his arms and onto his chest, she broke off from his lips and began to plant small kisses down his neck and onto his chest. Looking up at him with a devious smile, Beth took one of his flat, hard nipples into her mouth and mimicked his earlier actions.

“Yours are nicer,” he said huskily.

She bit down on the hard nub, satisfied with his sharp intake of breath.

Taking her time, she moved to his other nipple, listening to how his breath quickened, held, and then released.

Knowing that she was pleasuring him, torturing him, like he had done to her so many times only heightened her arousal.

She moved quickly down his stomach, enjoying how it tensed with each kiss as Darcy tried not to move.

Her legs slipped off the bed so that she could kneel between his legs.

He groaned as her fingers grazed his erection in their attempt to undo and lower his pants and his sigh of relief was heavy when his pants were finally around his ankles, his arousal free from its prison.

Beth looked up to see that Darcy had raised his head slightly, his eyes questioning her, daring her, What are you going to do?

Holding his gaze, wanting to see the effect she had on him, she lightly ran her finger from the base of his cock all the way to its head.

Even though he didn’t move a muscle, Beth saw his eyes darken with desire, wanting more.

Licking her lips, she watched his face as she grabbed his erection in her hand, pumping her hand once, twice; now she saw his muscles tense all over, his jaw clenching as his breath came out in a hiss, as he watched her hand.

She saw him start to shift to free his hands and knowing how quickly that would mean losing her advantage, grabbed his balls, effectively shifting his focus immediately back to her.

Biting her lip, she smiled lustfully and said, “I wonder how you taste. ”

She saw his eyes widen for a brief moment as her head moved down to pull the full length of his erection into her hot, wet mouth.

The bed shook as his head slammed back onto the mattress as he let out a yell, his hips jerking up, pushing his arousal even farther into her throat.

She gave him just a moment to adjust to the onslaught of pleasure before she began to move her head, slowly taking him in and out of her mouth.

His moans became uncontrollable when her tongue began to massage his shaft as she pulled her head up, ending with a swirl around the tip before she sucked him hard and then allowed her mouth to come back down and completely engulf him.

She repeated the movements over and over, reveling in the sheen of sweat that had broken out over his skin; she knew he was trying to hold back his release but it was quickly overpowering him, his hips thrusting uncontrollably towards her mouth during its descent.

“Beth, please…” he begged, huskily between his sharp intakes of breath, “I can’t… hold on… Want… to be… inside you.”

No. She was in control and she wanted to be the one to make him lose it this time.

She picked up her pace and reached her hand underneath to massage his testicles. He was panting hard now and Beth heard him begin to struggle with the shirt she had left tangled around his wrists.

“ Fuck.” She heard him mutter trying to free his hands and she knew that he was on the brink of orgasm.

Moving even faster, she took him in her mouth one…two…and on the third descent took him as deep as her throat would allow, and at that point attempted to swallow, her throat muscles closing around the head of his cock, shooting him over the edge.

“Beth!” He yelled as she felt the hot jet of his semen hit the back of her throat. He must have freed his hands because they tangled in her hair, firmly supporting her head as he pumped his erection into her mouth again and again, letting his orgasm drain completely out of him .

When he finally stilled, his hands relaxing in her hair, she slowly lifted her head, making sure she cleaned every last drop off his still very erect cock.

Darcy had propped himself back up on his elbows and she caught his jet-black eyes immediately, the intensity of his desire radiating out of them, freezing her movement.

Holding her gaze, he sat up fully, his face inches from hers as a satisfied smile spread across his face.

“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.