Page 31 of Third Time is the Charm (Passion and Perseverance #3)

Just when her hips began to vibrate uncontrollably against his hand, his fingers stopped; yanking the remains of her underwear down, both hands moved to firmly grasp her hips as he turned them around.

“In the shower. Now,” he rasped harshly behind her.

She slid the shower door open and would have stumbled inside if not for his hands supporting her hips.

Beth knew the water was hot because the whole bathroom was steaming, but when she stepped underneath it, it almost felt cool compared to her body which was still struggling to regain equilibrium after being pulled back from the edge of her orgasm.

She tried to turn to face him, but his hands tightened on her hips, preventing all but her head from turning. Beth stared into his delicious chocolate eyes, wondering what he had in store next.

“I’m going to be inside of you,” he whispered, reading her thoughts, “while I wash you.” Beth felt her knees go weak, the thought alone almost enough to make her come.

His hand moved to gently press on her back, tipping her forward into the steady stream of water, thoroughly wetting her hair while thoroughly exposing her wetness to him and his waiting cock.

She’d just moved her hands to push her wet hair off of her face when she felt his hardness enter her from behind.

Gasping, her hands shot out to the sides of the shower for support as she heard him groan deeply, pushing himself completely inside of her.

For a second, neither of them moved, both acclimating to the rush of pleasure that swept through them; their heavy breaths competing with the rush of water for which was under more pressure.

Slowly, his hand moved from her back over the flat plane of her stomach to bring her back up against him.

Dumping shampoo into his hands, he quickly lathered them before spreading his fingers into her hair, continuing his pleasurable massage of her scalp that he’d abandoned earlier; this time, each shiver that went down her spine was only exaggerated by the fullness of his erection buried inside of her, waiting to erupt.

Beth heard his harsh breathing as each tremor caused all of her muscles to quake, especially the ones around him. His fingers paused amidst her hair, trying to regain his control, before combing them through one last time.

“Lean forward,” he said, his soapy hands moving to her waist to tip her forward, allowing the stream of water to wash the shampoo from her hair. Once all the foam seemed to disappear, she stretched back up against him.

Reaching around her, Darcy grabbed a washcloth, holding it with one hand under the water to wet it while his other hand came up to toy with her breast again.

“Any chance you can you put some soap on that for me, gorgeous?” he asked softly, biting her earlobe as he spoke.

Her gasp turned into a moan as she arched into his hand.

The tease of his fingers stopped, waiting for her to comply.

In a daze, she took the washcloth and as she bent forward to grab the soap, she made sure to arch her back, pressing her ass even closer against him, allowing him to slip a little further inside of her.

“ Christ,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, momentarily losing control as he pumped into her two times, giving in to the pleasure, before he stopped himself once more. “You’re going to pay for that, minx,” he promised.

She’d completely forgotten the washcloth for those few seconds as the tip of his cock caressed that tender spot deep inside of her, the friction bringing her right back to the edge of the climax she desperately craved.

Somehow, she managed to lather up the washcloth for him, eyeing it greedily as she handed it back to him for what it promised to do to her.

Darcy took the cloth and began to lather the soap onto her shoulders, working down one arm and then the other.

His hands paused on her shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles briefly before his arms slipped underneath hers and around to the front of her.

Beth trembled as her breath caught, the cloth brushing lightly over her taut nipples, sending sparks through her body.

Slowly, tortuously, he began to caress and cleanse her breast; his empty hand moved to cup her other breast, playing with the sensitive bud.

Beth moaned and arched her chest into his hands and her hips back against him.

She knew that the torture she was experiencing was transferred to him as every moan, every shiver of desire, reverberated into her core and onto his cock.

The washcloth switched hands, making sure that both of her breasts received equal attention and care.

Her head fell back against his shoulder as the soft, slightly abrasive, yet definitely arousing texture of the cotton swirled over the tender skin of her stomach and down between her thighs where her center was throbbing with need.

Beth’s hips jerked back against him at the first brush of the fabric over her core, her inner muscles flexing, retaliating against the pleasurable torture.

Darcy’s mouth descended onto her shoulder and neck, biting and sucking as his cloth-covered fingers began to massage the sensitive nub that ached for release.

And whether it was out of concern for her or himself, this time, he gave it to her.

“ That’s it, gorgeous, come for me again, let me feel you,” he whispered against her cheek, his voice as coarse as the fabric he expertly and relentless massaged over her clit, bringing her effortlessly to the release her body had been begging for.

Beth yelled his name into the steady stream of the water from the shower.

He groaned, his hand grasping her hip so hard that she’d probably have a bruise there in the morning, too, as he tried to stay still while her core tightened around him, massaging the throbbing length of him buried completely inside of her.

Every part of him was frozen, trying to remain in control of his release as he enjoyed the fruits of hers; even his hand holding the washcloth had become paralyzed over her swollen center as she jerked around him.

Darcy exhaled out harshly between clenched teeth, taking one last deep breath, relishing in the slowing waves of her climax, before finally going in search of his. With a grunt, he pulled his hips back, sliding completely out of her, eliciting a whimper from her lips.

The washcloth fell to the floor as he spun her around, his hands on the back of her thighs as he lifted her up by her legs, hooking them around his waist and allowing himself to slide back into her waiting warmth.

“Fuck,” he moaned, spinning them to push her back up against the cold tile; Beth couldn’t tell what was more shocking to her senses, the cold of the tile, or the heat from him.

As soon as her back touched the cold slabs, Darcy began to thrust into her, all restraint gone. The friction of his hard and hot cock sliding in and out of her sensitized passage pushed her body back up the climb to another climax; there was no stopping it.

“ Darcy,” she moaned over and over again, his name coming out faster and faster as his thrusts became more and more urgent.

“ That’s it baby,” he said, his voice breaking each time he rammed further into her. “ I want to feel you come again; I want you to take me with you.”

Beth screamed, her fourth orgasm ripping through her, Darcy’s following along right afterward with a shot; the hot stream of his release washing the inside of her. He kept pumping into her, his climax lingering for several minutes.

Her body was trembling by the time he slowed, her muscles completely slack with satiety and exhaustion.

“I forgot how it could be,” she whispered in awe.

That was a lie, she’d tried to forget; how could she have forgotten this?

“I didn’t,” he said gruffly, his mouth dropping down to claim hers for a deep, yet tender, kiss.

“I don’t think I can stand,” Beth whispered against his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’m not letting you go,” Darcy replied. Her breath hiccupped at the sincerity of his tone as she ducked her head into his shoulder.

Holding her steady, he pulled out of her, gently setting her feet down onto the ground, but keeping one arm firmly wrapped around her waist, holding her against him.

His other arm reached to grab another washcloth off of the rack in the shower.

Doing his best to wet it with one hand, he ever-so-gently touched the fabric between her swollen folds.

Beth sucked in a breath as even the lightest touch on her tender, well-used flesh was exquisitely sensitive. Carefully, Darcy washed away what remained from his orgasm and hers from the both of them before dropping the cloth onto the shower floor next to the first one and shutting off the water.

Sliding open the door, he grabbed a towel with his free hand, still making sure he was supporting her with the other.

“I think I’m ok now,” she said lightly, with a smile, having regained her sea legs after that storm of sensuality.

He eyed her carefully, unsure whether to believe her, but finally deciding to. Stepping out of the shower, Darcy grabbed a towel, hardly drying himself before he picked up a second to take care of her.

She stepped out of the shower and managed to remain upright. Success.

Instead of handing her the towel, he opened it and began to tenderly brush it over her moist skin, soaking up all the water on her. She’d almost survived that; as soon as the towel brushed over her nipples, her knees buckled.

Just as quickly, the towel was on the floor and Darcy had swept her up into his arms, a frown spreading over his face.

“Sorry, I thought I was ok,” she murmured, a blush creeping up over her face.

“Mmhmm,” he replied, and she could have sworn she saw a smile about to break over his face when he unceremoniously dropped her onto the soft comforter of the bed.