Page 53 of Third Time is the Charm (Passion and Perseverance #3)
Beth stared at the man kneeling between her legs; his gorgeous face was framed by his tousled hair, his sculpted chest tapered to a slender waist which disappeared into his sweats.
She raised an eyebrow when she saw the giant tent in the front of his pants from his erection, straining to be a part of the action.
She stared at the man who was continually putting her before himself and his needs lately, and boy did she now want to torment him in return.
Biting her lip, her hands still in his hair, tilted his head back as hers bent down to stop a breath away from his mouth. She dropped a quick kiss on his lips before her mouth meandered over to his ear.
“My turn,” she whispered, taking a quick nip at his earlobe before her hands moved to his shoulders and pushed him backward so that he was now resting back on his heels. He raised an eyebrow at her, anticipation flaring in his eyes, his cock twitching underneath the fabric of his pants.
Lifting her leg, she put her foot against his chest, letting him take one good, long look at the glistening view between her thighs before she extended her leg, causing him to tip back.
His arms quickly moved behind him to steady himself, his legs swinging out in front to relieve the pressure from his ankles.
Beth stood up off of the bed with a smile, enjoying the surprise and expectation that emanated from his body. Bending over, she grabbed ahold of the elastic waist of his pants and tugged them down and off of his legs.
She eyed his engorged erection for a moment, jutting out from between his thighs. “My turn for a taste,” she murmured, glancing at him from underneath heavy eyelids.
Dropping to her knees on the floor, she bent over to run her tongue up the length of his swollen cock, which bobbed against her mouth, begging to be taken inside.
Darcy groaned loudly at the tease, the deeply hoarse vibration turning into a curse when she finally made it to the tip and pulled him inside of her mouth, sucking him in firmly and deeply to the back of her throat.
“ Oh my God, Beth,” he panted as she began to move her hot torture chamber up and down along his length.
His fingers speared through her hair, encouraging her as his hips lifted to match the movements of her head. Beth tasted the saltiness leaking from the tip of his cock, a sample of what was to come. A few seconds later, he pulled up on her head, groaning.
“Beth… stop… please,” he begged. Slowly, she released him from her mouth, looking up at him in concern. “ I want to be inside of you,” came his hoarse explanation.
“You will be,” she replied coyly, looking down at the heavy weight of him resting in her hand.
Her mouth engulfed him again, taking him all the way inside of her hot depth.
She felt his hands on her head again, exerting a slight pull before he gave up fighting against her plans to pleasure him and began to thrust himself deeper inside her mouth.
Her hand reached down to cup the soft weight beneath his thighs, as her mouth worked frantically to bring him the pleasure that he had brought her.
Darcy roared as his orgasm rocketed through him. Beth moaned feeling the hot jets of his release against the back of her throat, swallowing deeply as he continued to pulse into her.
Only when his hands dropped away from her did she slowly release his erection from the sweet suction of her mouth. She caught his sated stare and licked her lips suggestively.
“You are in trouble,” he groaned, too relaxed for the words to come out as discouraging as he’d wanted.
“Mmm,” she murmured victoriously. “And here I thought I was intolerable…”
“ Come here,” he rasped demandingly, his gaze that had flared with her taunt leaving no room for her to disobey.
Beth shivered at the husky promise in his tone. Sometimes, she liked when he was demanding – and he knew it.
“Where?” she asked, feigning confusion. “I’m right here.”
“Yes, but I’m too exhausted from what you just put me through to be able to move my mouth back onto that sweet pussy of yours,” he groaned in impatience. “ Now, come here.”
Her mouth went dry as she crawled up the length of his torso.
“I’m going to come inside of you tonight – and I don’t mean inside of your mouth, ” he said, his voice deadly soft.
His arm reached out to grab his sweats, rolling them and shoving them underneath his neck to prop his head up.
“Put your legs on either side of my head and lay back along my chest,” he instructed. His eyes darkened seeing her core open in front of him as her legs lifted to part, placing one foot on either side of him.
His fingers sunk into the fleshy part of her hips, pulling her lower half those last few inches to bring her slick folds to his mouth. Her mouth parted soundlessly as he began to devour her. His tongue flicked rapidly over her, bringing her right to the edge of release and then stopping.
She gasped. “ Darcy… please…” Her legs quivered with her pent-up desire that was on the precipice of erupting.
“Turnabout is fair play,” he answered hoarsely, his smile glistening with her juices. His tongue slowly licked her one time, taunting her even more.
Beth felt her elbows shaking, her arms feeling like they were about to give out from supporting her.
Another second or two passed – another lick.
A shiver unraveled through her body. Another lick.
She gasped loudly, feeling her eyes tearing with the strain he was putting on her body.
The torturous and intermittent stimulation was just enough to keep her on that uncomfortably exquisite edge.
“Do you know why I want to come inside of you?” She vaguely heard him ask as he stared at her exposed entrance, watching as her desire seeped out of her, begging for his tongue to taste it.
Beth groaned. “ Because I am yours.”
She felt the intensity of his stare on her; he hadn’t been expecting that answer. For it, his tongue swept over her one more time, swirling around her clit, bringing stars to her eyes.
“No, because I am yours,” he replied. His breath caressing her softly. His hands released her hips, reaching for her arms that were supporting her and pulling her shuddering body to sit again. “Put me inside of you.” His eyes seared into her.
Without looking she knew he was ready. Carefully sliding her legs back underneath her, she rose unsteadily up onto her knees.
Moving backwards, the tip of his erection brushed her molten core; Darcy’s eyes shut as he groaned with pleasure.
She positioned herself over him, her hand reaching down to wrap firmly around the thick length of him, placing the tip of his cock at her entrance.
Her gaze moved to lock with his just before she sunk down onto him, taking him completely inside of her passage. Beth gasped at the welcome invasion. The friction of him sliding into her causing her body to tremble with need and her mind to go blank.
His hands back on her hips reminded her that she was in control. Steadying her hands on his chest, she rose up and down along his length.
“ That’s it, gorgeous,” he groaned, watching his cock slide in and out of her as his hands moved to cup her breasts that bounced enticingly in front of his gaze.
Beth closed her eyes, unable to even feel herself moving anymore as she chased after the release he’d been taunting her with.
Her frenzied movements took her in search of her pleasure, his words encouraging her to take it.
He’d wired her to be on edge and it only took a few moments before she found herself exploding around him – and collapsing forward onto him as her arms slowly gave out beneath her.
Taking a firm hold around her body, Darcy quickly rolled them over making sure to stay firmly seated inside of her.
Beth gasped as he seemingly found his strength again, his hips pounding into her as he demanded his own release while hers still quaked around him.
He thrust again and again inside of her soaking passage, finally shouting her name with his release.
Burying his head in her neck, they both lay there for minutes, letting their hearts and their breaths come back to a normal, steady pace.
“I don’t think I can move,” Beth finally whispered.
“Sorry,” Darcy groaned, rolling off of her.
“That’s not what I meant,” she whimpered, now empty and bare at the loss of him. “I meant from what just happened.” Rolling carefully onto her side, she extended an arm over his chest needing to maintain that constant contact with him.
“Well, I don’t want to move but we can’t stay on the floor,” he said, grunting as he propped himself up on his elbow.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “I think we can. I’ll be fine sleeping on the floor, I’ve slept on worse.”
He glared at her. “We aren’t sleeping on the floor.”
“It could be fun.” Her small smile teased him.
“Beth,” he hoarsely began to scold her. “I fucked you once and ate my fill of you twice – half of those fucking mind-blowing experiences were on the hard surface of this floor. You are going to be sore enough tomorrow, I’m not going to willingly let you make it worse by agreeing to sleeping on the floor. ”
“Fine,” she grumbled, sticking her tongue out at him playfully.
She watched as he stood, extending his hands to help her stand, her legs still wobbly from her orgasm and the work they’d put in to achieve it. Moving behind her, he steered her into the bathroom, pressing himself firmly against her back to give her some support.
They both quickly got ready for bed, too exhausted from their ravenous reunion to continue their earlier discussion and too sated to even want to think about letting that stress back into their night.
Crawling into bed, Darcy tucked his arm underneath her neck as she curled against him, snuggling up to the source of her happiness. She sighed against him, relishing in the comfort and safety that she felt in his arms.
“Goodnight, Beth,” he whispered, kissing her softly on her forehead as his fingers traced lightly down her back, soothing her into slumber.
I love you. She didn’t know if she said it or not – or even if she said goodnight; she fell weightlessly into the deep sleep that was calling her name.