Page 46 of Second Chances

I suppress the little chuckle caught in the back of my throat at her reason. It’s typical that a woman would worry about something like that. It’s her pussy, freshly showered or at the end of a long day, it’s always a decadent treat to me.

“Come here.” I pull her toward me and meet her mouth with mine. The small amount of her essence I managed to collect during my brief exploration still rests there. “Taste yourself on me. It’s perfect. But I understand if it makes you uncomfortable. We won’t do that until you can shower properly. On one proviso…I get to spend that entire evening eating you out.”

“Deal.”

Lowering my hand over her body, I stroke my fingers between her thighs until she’s writhing on them and orgasming.

As the last spasm of her release ends, I bring my fingers up to my mouth and lick them clean of her taste. “Beautiful.”

“Ryan.” She’s flushed, but it’s not with embarrassment. “Please?”

“Who am I to disappoint my first ever live-in bedmate.”

“I like that fact.”

Elena parts her legs. She’s neatly trimmed and beautifully clean. I still don’t know what she’s worried about. I settle myself between her thighs and position myself at her entrance. In a long, slow, deliberate, teasing push, I sink inside her until I’m balls deep.

I pull back slowly, and Elena grabs the sheets around her. Somehow the act feels even better, knowing I can do this whenever I want now. We don’t have to think about whether we’re going to her apartment or my house, or even what clothes we need to take for the morning after. It’s just us together. No other thoughts, just fucking.

Bliss

Perfection

The life I wanted all along.

I’ve finally found it.

Well apart from the whole unemployment situation, but now’s definitely not the time to worry about that.

“Faster, Ryan, please.” Elena thrusts her hips into mine, and I oblige her with quicker movement.

Urgent thrusts are met with the slick noise of my dick sliding deep within the woman I love. Reaching down to my side, I grab her toes and prepare to swing her leg over to get deeper. It’s not until the plaster cast hits me hard on the side of the head that I realize what leg I moved.

“Fuck.” My head smarts.

“Ouch.” Elena cries and pulls herself away from me.

I rub my head, seriously wondering if my brains are rattling around inside.

“Are you ok?” I get off Elena, who’s rubbing at her leg.

“You’ve got a hard head,” she complains.

“You’ve got a hard leg.”

“This is useless. We can’t even have sex properly with this thing on.” Her bottom lip pouts out, and she looks close to tears.

“I’m not giving up that easily.”I pull her back to me and sink straight back inside. “I’m a man, and unless it’s your pussy in a plaster cast, I’ll always find a way to fuck you into oblivion.”

“Ryan...” She goes to protest, but this time, I move her other leg over my head and thrust hard and deep inside her.

“Oh god.” Elena’s brows bead with a fine sheen of perspiration. My hips buck wildly now, calling forth both our orgasms in tandem. Elena milks my release deep within her. I see stars, literally, since my head still throbs from being hit with the cast, but it doesn’t matter. The feeling of my orgasm takes over, and I’m in bliss.

Eventually, I collapse down next to Elena who’s in a star shape position in the bed looking well and truly fucked.

“Do you need help to the bathroom to clean up?” I chuckle at her exhaustion.

“Urgh,” she groans. “Can’t move.”

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