Page 22 of Second Chances

Ryan

Whatever I said to make Elena sad, I’ll talk to her about another day. For now, I want to put the light back into her eyes because seeing it dimmed is killing me. I’ve never felt the overwhelming urgency surging through me to protect someone as much as I do with Elena. She may act the strong independent woman, but I sense the sadness within her. It’s debilitating her from truly being free. While she was watching the show tonight, I caught glimpses of what she’s like when she is relaxed and not thinking, but she’s started second guessing everything again since I mentioned her mother.

“Take your underwear off,” I order, my voice deep and controlled, just the way Grayson showed me. His lessons have given me a new lease of life, an understanding of my control and how to manage the dark times when they come. That is what I’m going to do for Elena.

“You could just take me back to my apartment and er…use your tongue there.”

“Underwear,” I demand again.

“We’d be less likely to get arrested there.”

“Elena.” Unclipping my seat belt, I move closer to her. “You’re safe here.” I move her hand down to my dick. It’s rock hard and ready to fuck her tight little pussy. If I were to go to her apartment we’d end up fucking, and she’s not ready for that yet. I won’t let her make a mistake when her head is already full of doubt and alcohol. It’s a dangerous combination I’ve experienced on numerous occasions and done some stupid and reckless things as a result…such as killing Sally Bridgewater even though people have told me it couldn’t have happened to a ‘better person’.

“Trust me.” Bringing my lips down onto hers, I breathe the words into the warmth of her mouth.

“I do,” she replies instantly but still hesitates.

“What are you most worried about?” I stroke my hand over her face and bring her eyes up to meet mine.

“It’s illegal. We could get arrested for public indecency.” She leans into my touch, her movement in direct contrast to the words coming out of her mouth.

“The windows are blacked out.” My hand travels down the slender column of her neck and over her collarbone.

“I…I’m not experienced.” The truth behind her hesitancy finally emerges from her lips.

“Virgin?” My dick pounds against my trousers at the thought. There’ll always be an element of darkness within me…it’s who I am. I’m just channeling it into giving pleasure to a woman now, rather than murder and revenge.

“No, just I’ve not been with a lot of men. I lost my virginity on a whim and have regretted it ever since so haven’t really been with anyone else. I’m an all in sort of girl when it comes to my work. I give it everything to the detriment of relationships.”

“We’ll change that, but not tonight. I mean it. I’m going to use my tongue on you. That is all. Nothing more.”

Elena looks around the car once more.

“Ok.”

She unclips her seat belt, shifts from her seat, and reaching under the skirt she’s wearing, she pulls her panties off and hands them to me with a long breath out.

“I did it.”

“Thank you.” I take her panties and pocket them in my trousers. I’ll use them later when I’m remembering this moment with Elena. “I want you to lie back and part those pretty thighs of yours. The leather of her car seat creaks as she moves position and lays exactly as I ask. I’ve felt what’s hidden beneath her underwear before but to see her displayed for me takes my breath away. She’s beautiful, and her pussy is glistening already. A small strip of hair is neatly trimmed into a line leading me to where her clit is emerging from its hiding place in anticipation.

Carefully resting my body over her, I meet her lips and draw her into a passionate kiss. Our tongues twist together, allowing us to savor each other’s flavor. She tastes oaky from the red wine we drank at supper but tinged with a sweetness of the fruit pie dessert. Cherry if I remember rightly…my new favorite flavor.

Trailing down her body, I press kisses to the exposed flesh of her neck and muscular arms. My hand plays with her breasts, and I itch to see them without her t-shirt and bra. She’s right, though, to get her completely naked in a car in the middle of London is asking for trouble. If Matthew is as good at his job as my brother will have you believe, we’re in a quiet area, but I’m going to save the full unveiling for when Elena’s completely ready.

Bunching up her skirt in both my hands, my mouth’s attention is focused between her legs. I nip gently at the soft skin of her thighs with my teeth. Teasing the tender flesh but not going where she’s most sensitive yet. Elena’s scent is intoxicating. I’ve never really gone down on a woman before—it’s never interested me. It was all about getting my dick in the hole and fucking until I came, but with her, I’m ignoring the throbbing length in my boxers. It’s staying behind the protective barrier of the fabric of my trousers. This is all about Elena. I can’t help but have a momentary thought, though, as to whether this change in my attitude to sex is from the six months of counseling I had after my breakdown or due to Grayson’s teaching. I’m tending toward the latter. He definitely showed me a pussy needs to be worshiped, and using my fingers, I part the outer lips of Elena’s and inhale deeply the scent of her arousal. She squirms underneath me.

“Please.” Her breaths are desperate. “I need you to touch me there.”

“Where?” I tease.

“Don’t even attempt that trick, Ryan North. For fuck’s sake, you said you were going to use your tongue. So lick me and make me come.”

I think my dick may be permanently marked by the zipper on my trousers after that comment. Holy shit, the woman beneath me is fucking hot. I’m not going to tease her any longer and mainly because I’m on the verge of coming in my trousers like a horny schoolboy. I did that once, and the housekeeper must have told my grandfather, correction, the man who called himself my ‘loving grandfather’, because shortly after a woman was sent to me, so I could lose my virginity. At the time, I thought I was a god. Now, in retrospect, losing my virginity to a high-class whore wasn’t the best first experience to have had. Alarm bells should have rung then, but I was so desperate for love. I thought my parents hated me.

Lowering my mouth to Elena’s pussy, I first blow air over the heated flesh. She shivers as I lick through her folds and over her clit before going back to her opening and delving my tongue inside. I repeat the movement over and over again until she’s thrusting her hips hard into me.

“Never orgasmed.” Elena pants.

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