Page 30 of Third Time is the Charm (Passion and Perseverance #3)

Beth felt herself jammed up against the wall as his lips took hers.

The hardness at her back was nothing compared to the hardness of the man in front of her.

Her arms linked around his neck, trying to press herself even closer against the source of her need.

His tongue delved into her mouth, conquering every corner of the sweet warmth hidden inside.

“I can’t… go slow…” he said hoarsely into her mouth. “Too long…” The dam of Darcy’s desire had broken, and Beth knew her lips, at the very least, would be bruised in the morning. His torso was on fire, everywhere she touched felt like a furnace.

“I don’t want you to,” she gasped back, wedging her hand down his hot, naked chest to grasp the hard ridge of his erection through his pants.

“ Fuck.” His hips jerked back away from her teasing touch. “Can’t handle that right now,” he rasped.

Beth felt herself suddenly released to stand on the floor as Darcy dropped to his knees. His hands roughly gripped the edge of her dress, lifting it up to her chest. “Hold this,” he said harshly, too focused on his goal to even look up.

Her shaking hands gripped the soft material as his took ahold of the soft flesh of her ass, pulled her forward as he placed an open-mouthed kiss over her lace-covered core. Beth gasped, almost losing her balance, forgetting just how powerfully overwhelming the desire between them was.

“I need you ready for me,” he whispered against her, his right hand slipping her underwear off to the side of her folds, exposing her to him. “ Fuck.” She barely heard it before his mouth and tongue were on her.

Thank God, both hands had returned to grip her ass and give her some support to stand.

The first swipe of his tongue through her folds and over her clit had Beth seeing stars.

And he didn’t give her any reprieve. Over and over again, he tormented the swollen bud, his tongue darting inside of her, tasting her rising desire.

Beth felt her legs buckle, just before her back was again pressed against the wall, and Darcy’s hands raised her legs, one at a time, to rest on his shoulders, eliminating any strength or will that she needed to remain upright, and giving him more open access to her core.

Her head tipped back against the wall, her hands (forgetting about holding her dress) shoved themselves into his hair, pulling his head – and mouth – tighter against her.

Pleasure seared through her, her body remembering the exquisite climb to release that she’d ignored the past several months.

It quickly climbed the path, craving the complete combustion that the finish promised.

She moaned, her head beginning to shift side to side as her pleasure built.

“ Darcy…” she moaned, knowing she was so close to the edge. He heard her, and he was too on edge to torture her any longer.

His right hand moved again from underneath her ass and he pushed three fingers inside of her, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit, as Beth splinted around him, moaning as her hips flexed against him, her inner muscles clenching in release.

His mouth stayed on her long enough to not let her come crashing down.

Just as the fog of pleasure began to clear from her eyes, she felt his hand leave her briefly to finish undoing his pants.

He stood roughly, her legs falling to the side of him as he grasped the backs of her thighs, spreading them wide, pressing her flush against the wall as he thrust himself completely inside of her with a yell.

“ Christ, you are so fucking hot and tight,” he whispered harshly, taking a few breaths to control the rampant desire that surged when he sheathed himself inside her contracting passage. “I’m sorry…” he groaned, before he began to pound uncontrollably into her.

Beth gasped, feeling her lower back hit the wall again and again with the force of his thrusts.

Her orgasm that had been subsiding, quickly reversed direction; the feel of his thickness inside of her, pressing into her very center, had her release building again.

She moaned over and over, unable to move her hips under the grip of his hands.

Every muscle in his body was taut as Darcy pulled and plunged into her over and over, taking her, claiming her.

This wasn’t gentle or remorseful or loving after what happened and all their time apart; this was raw, unfettered need that had been locked away and only she had held the key to its release.

Beth felt another orgasm overtake her and she screamed his name, her vision going dark, the only sensation she could feel was the shattering desire around his throbbing erection as he thrust inside her one more time, joining her in her release.

She thought he yelled her name, but everything was a blissful blur as their climax overtook them; Darcy continuing to thrust, much more gently, into her as his release continued to coat the convulsing walls of her core.

His forehead fell to her shoulder as their breathing tried to replenish the oxygen that had been burned out of their system with desire.

“ Holy fuck,” he whispered.

Beth let out a shaky laugh, the slight movement pressing her definitely bruised back against the wall; she grimaced.

“Shit,” he groaned. “I’m sorry. I’m such a fucking savage.”

“Don’t,” Beth shushed him. “Don’t ruin this.”

He looked up to meet her gaze. “It’s been too long, I couldn’t help myself.” The look in his eyes told her, just as much as his uncontrolled need, that he hadn’t slept with anyone or had any type of physical release since she had left.

His jaw clenched, as he pulled himself out of her. Beth caught her breath at the loss. Her dress falling down to cover her as though nothing had happened; Darcy on the other hand, had his pants and boxers around his waist, and his still very hard and wet erection stood proudly pointing at her.

What happens now, she wondered.

Her eyes flicked to the door, maybe she should go.

“Don’t even think about it,” his hard voice responded. “You had your chance, now you are mine for the night, and gorgeous, I’m nowhere near done with you.” The promise in his voice sent brand new shivers of desire through her. His erection thickened in agreement with his words.

“So, then what’s next?” she whispered shakily, afraid to move from against the support of the wall.

He took a split second to respond before nodding back behind her, his eyes glimmering with promise. “Shower.”

Beth felt a hot flash sear through her body, remembering the last time they had showered together.

She watched as he stepped out of his pants that were crumpled on the floor, nodding again at her to go into the bathroom.

She shivered in anticipation, following his silent command, and walked onto the tile of the large bathroom floor, stopping in front of the shower.

Darcy moved around her to slide open the glass door and turn the water on.

She turned to look at herself in the mirror, her mouth parting in shock at what she looked like – make-up half removed, hair a complete mess, bobby pins everywhere, and skin flushed with pleasure.

Yeah, shower was only going to help this situation…

Darcy came up behind her, the desire in his dark eyes contradicting everything that she was currently thinking about herself.

She watched as his hands came up to slowly and gently remove the bobby pins from her hair, gradually releasing the trapped locks.

Beth sighed softly - the relief of the pressure from having her hair pinned up all day sending shivers down her spine.

Oh, no, that was just the gorgeous, naked man standing behind her, ready to pleasure her again.

Once all of it looked like it had been left down, Darcy ran his hands through it, making sure there weren’t any more pins hidden within; then, his hands moved to her scalp, gently massaging the tingling skin.

She heard a moan escape her as her eyes closed, her head falling back again his shoulder; it felt so good.

One of his hands trailed down her neck, over her back, to the top of the zipper of her dress, grabbing it and sliding it all the way down to her ass where it ended; her dress sagged around her, the lacey sleeves falling off of her shoulders.

“ Let it go,” he whispered in her ear.

Moving her arms just slightly away from her sides, the dress floated to the ground around her, leaving her naked except for her thong that was still pushed off into the crease of her thigh.

Beth felt his cock lengthen against her back, her eyes opening to see his staring hungrily at her in the mirror.

They both watched as his hand snaked around her front to grab ahold of her swollen breast. Darcy groaned as he cupped the firm, familiar weight, kneading the sensitive flesh.

Unable to stop himself, his right hand left her head to the left, both toying with firm swells of her breasts.

Her eyelids fell heavily as she moaned, pressure building deep inside of her again. His fingers then focused on her nipples, the erect peaks aching for attention as he pinched and toyed with them. She moaned again, pushing her chest further into his hands.

His left hand splayed across her chest, firmly pressing her back completely flush against him.

Her skin burned with the heat from his; she knew how on edge he was, his body completely taut with restraint, hardly moving or breathing except to pleasure her.

With his left hand remaining firm on her chest, his right slid confidently over the soft skin of her stomach to the very center of her still left exposed from her underwear.

He fingers easily slipped between the slick folds to find her aroused clit.

They moved deftly over the nub, toying with the nerves as her hips tried to press against his hand begging for more.

He teased her, watching her rising pleasure in the mirror, even as it steamed, hearing her soft moans become louder and more frequent.