Page 36 of Second Chance Baby

Bridget’s face softened before she tore open the first few buttons of my shirt and pressed her wet eyes against my skin.Then “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love, Babe,” started playing and her laughter was back. “Barry special?”

“Blame the system. I didn’t pick this one.” I shrugged, rising to lock the door, since I’d forgotten to do that. “Sorry, forgot to lock. I’m out of practice hiding sexual hijinks from my kid.”

“That’s okay.” I returned to the bed, and she cupped my cheek. “We can figure all of this out together, Trav.”

“We sure can, even if we end up at therapy.”

Her eyebrows lifted and briefly, I recounted how I’d confided in my mom when I was drunk and feeling stupid.

“Yourparents are in therapy? But they’re basically perfect. If they need therapy, there is no hope for the rest of us.”

“Oh, yes, there is. There is so much hope for us, baby.” I lifted her hand and kissed her fingertips, one by one. “But this music definitely seems to fit.” I wrapped her in my arms before I rolled her beneath me, taking full advantage of my position to slant my mouth over hers.

She leaned up to shove her hand under my loosened shirt, scraping her nails down my back viciously enough to draw blood.

And to get the party started fast, since she knew exactly how I reacted to a little bite of pain.

The groan I released made her eyes flare wide as it was way louder than Barry’s current declarations. I’d put that music onloudtoo.

Her giggle made my cock jerk in my jeans and that only made her laugh harder. “Not sure we can do this,” she said in an undertone.

“Oh, believe me, we can. If you’ve already forgotten from earlier, allow me to demonstrate.” I reached down to untie her sneakers so she could kick them off and then I removed her socks, following up with her jeans. Then I swallowed hard as Idrew the denim down her legs, my gaze zeroing in on the wet spot on her tiny yellow panties.

“Can I add those to my collection too?” I tugged the torn material from earlier out of my pocket and dropped it on her bare thigh.

“What, so I end up having to run around underwear-less?”

“Around me, that’s fine. Only problem is you’ll just have to stay here forever because I don’t like the idea of you cavorting about with a bare ass that anyone could see.”

“Then stop destroying my damn panties.”

“Stop being so fucking hot I turn into a damn horny animal.”

“I’m actually okay with that part of the plan.” She sat up and whipped her fuzzy sweater over her head, following up by undoing the clasp of the lacy bra barely keeping her perfect breasts contained.

Then that was gone too, tossed over her head to parts unknown while I stopped looking and started kissing the hell out of her from her lips down the long curve of her neck and onward to suck on one of her already hard, rosy pink nipples. She drove her hands into my hair, massaging my head and the back of my neck down to my shoulders as I kept right on going. I slipped my tongue into her bellybutton to tease her then continued to the gleaming spot on her panties that beckoned my mouth.

An instant later, the panties followed the rest of her clothes.

“Fuck, woman.” With just one heady inhale, I was lost to her once again, hungry to taste her directly from the source.

“I’ll be quick,” I promised. “Trust me, I can go all night.”

Her throaty laughter erupted as I tasted her, taking my time to explore every inch of her.

Quick was relative, right?

And I had a lot of time to make up for.

I sealed my lips around her swollen clit as my fingers learned her once again, sliding in and out to the rhythm her rocking hipsset from the first exploratory stroke of my tongue. “I’ve missed this,” I murmured against her, imprinting my words on her soaked flesh. “I may never let you leave. I have handcuffs.”

“You do? For what?”

I had to laugh. “No, but that interest in your tone means I’ll be getting some. Maybe a couple pairs.” I gave her a wolfish smile. “I know a guy.”

“Only if you get a deadbolt for that door.” Her head whipped toward the left until I got busy flexing my fingers and creating what I hoped was just the right amount of friction inside her. She let out a muffled whimper, shoving her fist into her mouth as she grabbed a handful of my hair with her other hand, dragging my face against her now drenched pussy.

Fuck, she tasted too good. The past and present love and lust that never seemed to wane when it came to this woman slammed into me. I had to close my eyes as tightly as possible as I fisted my cock with my free hand.

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