Page 73 of Second Chance with Seth

“You’re safe, babe.” He keeps moving, harder, deeper, taking me to newer heights, despite my fear, and I clutch his arm, grinding my way through the final throes of my climax, before I finally come out the other side. “You’re safe,” he murmurs again, pulling out of me.

I turn over, facing him, cupping his face in my hand. “I’m sorry. That was very selfish of me, telling you not to come like that.”

“No, it wasn’t. I could have used a condom.”

“Why didn’t you?” I ask.

“Desperation,” he says simply. “Just tell me it didn’t take the edge off.”

“It didn’t. I don’t think anything could.” He chuckles. “Although I wish I could have felt you come.”

“No, you don’t. Not inside you.”

“Maybe not, but…” I let my voice fade and slide downward until I come face-to-face with his erection. It might be fairly dark in here, but I can see what I’m doing, and besides, I know him well enough that I don’t need a map.

“You don’t have to…” he whispers.

“Yes, I do. I want to.”

I take him in my mouth, loving that he tastes of me, and he sighs out the longest moan, clamping his hand around the back of my head.

“Oh, yes…” he hisses. “I wanna fuck your mouth.”

I nod my head and he raises his hips, taking it slow, giving me a little more each time until he hits the back of my throat. He knows that’s my limit, and although he doesn’t go any deeper, he goes faster… much faster. This is so good. It always was, and I love what he’s doing to me. I love it so much, I reach down between my legs, my fingers finding their destination and my body convulsing as I touch myself, intimately.

“Are you fingering your clit?” he asks, struggling to breathe. I nod my head again, dipping a finger inside my entrance and gathering my juices before I go back to rubbing myself. “Come with me,” he says, barely in control. “I wanna feel you come.”

I rub harder, breathless with need, and as he stiffens, swelling in my mouth, I tip over into another orgasm, my body shuddering, as I squeal and moan and I feel a spurt of hot liquid hit the back of my throat.

“F—Fuck, yeah, Everly,” he groans in a stuttered whisper. “Oh, babe.”

I try to focus on swallowing, even as my climax consumes me, and he moans through the final spasms of his own ecstasy, both of us sighing our way to the end.

“Come here,” he whispers, releasing himself from my mouth, and pulling me up his body. “That was incredible.”

“It certainly was.”

I’m limp with exhaustion and I lie on top of him, sated, but too tired to move, his arms tight around my body as sleep claims me.

I wake with a start to the sound of River crying.

“What? What’s that? Who…”

I chuckle at Seth’s obvious confusion, taking a second or two to enjoy the feeling of waking in his arms, before I lean up and smile down at him.

“It’s River,” I say, and he nods his head, rubbing his hand down his face, while the other caresses by back.

“Oh… okay.”

“Don’t pretend you’re awake when we both know you’re not.”

“I had a busy night,” he says, giving me the most perfect smile.

“So did I.”

“Hmm… I remember.” He leans up, kissing me, and while I reciprocate, I keep it quick.

“River won’t wait, I’m afraid,” I tell him, pulling away and turning around to get up, my eyes catching sight of the clock beside the bed, a jolt of panic rushing through me, as I launch myself to the floor, almost falling over.

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