Page 66 of Second Chance with Seth

I lean in, undoing a couple of buttons, kissing her skin as I expose it. She moans, sucking in a breath, as I work my way downward until all her buttons are undone. She’s breathing harder now, and I make the most of her preoccupation and unfasten her jeans, shimmying down, so I can kiss the silvered stretch marks I’ve exposed.

She leans up, looking at me, studying my actions, and I glance up at her, surprised by the look on her face.

“How can you do that?” she says. “They’re ugly.”

I shake my head, moving up and over her, my hands on either side of her head. “Nothing about you could ever be ugly. They’re a part of who you are, and I love every inch of you, just like I always did.”

I pull her blouse from her shoulders, sitting her up so I can unfasten her bra, and release her perfect breasts, still as firm as ever, bending my head to lick her nipples. They’re already hard, but they harden still further, and she holds my head in place until I pull away, her hands clamped around my cheeks as I gaze into her eyes.

“You’ve always been the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and that’s never gonna change.”

“Even though I’m different?”

“You’re not different. You’re still you… and in any case, it’s not just about how stunning and sexy you are on the outside, it’s about what’s on the inside, too.”

“That would be you,” she says, trying not to laugh, and I shake my head, smiling at her.

“Here I am, trying to be romantic, and you’re cracking jokes.”

“Sorry.” She bites on her bottom lip again. “I’m just nervous.”

“Of me?” I grab her hands, holding them between us. “You’re nervous of me?”

“No. I’m nervous of this… of us.”

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

“You’ve got nothing to be nervous about. We’ve been here before.”

“I know, but that’s what I’m trying to say. Things were different then. I was different. We were different.”

“No, we weren’t. This hasn’t changed, babe.”

“But what if I don’t feel the same… on the inside?” she says.

“You will. Now, stop worrying…” I bend my head, my lips meeting hers, and in that moment, it’s like she forgets all her fears, and melts into me. I hold her close, kissing her deeply, our tongues clashing, our bodies fusing, until I pull back, and look down into her expectant eyes, and without a word, she lies down again and I edge backwards, putting my fingers in the tops of her jeans and pulling them down, along with her panties. She’s naked now, and I’ve never seen anything more glorious. Part of me wants to tell her that, but I’m worried she’ll contradict me… or want to, so I say nothing for now, resolving to tell her later, and instead, I lie between her legs, shimmying downward, smiling as she parts them wider, and I spend a moment or two just admiring her pussy. She was always shaved, even when I first met her, and she still is, her lips plump and glistening, and I can’t wait a moment longer to taste her.

I dip my head, my tongue flickering through her folds, my fingers helping to part them, and she raises her hips to meet me as I lick her clit, tasting her all over again. She’s just as sweet asI remember, and I sweep my tongue across her, over and over, swirling it around that most sensitive spot.

“More, Seth. Give me more.” It seems her insecurities have been forgotten in the face of imminent pleasure, and I gently insert a finger inside her, making her buck and moan as she clamps her hand on the back of my head, grinding her hips. “Make me come,” she urges. “Please, make me come.”

I can’t think of anything I want more, and I add a second finger, which is all it takes to push her over the edge, her body curling and constricting, as she contracts around me, tightening against my fingers, her juices flowing over my hand and into my mouth, and I swallow her down, loving every second. Even as she calms, I continue to lick at her, to lap up her nectar, before I finally remove my fingers from her, and hold them up, sucking them into my mouth. Her eyes are wide, watching me consume every drop of her, and only once I’m satisfied I’ve left nothing behind do I remove my fingers from my lips.

“You taste so fucking good.”

She smiles and, without a word, sits up and reaches for my belt, undoing it with an ease born of years of practice. I watch as she unfastens my jeans, lowering them and my trunks, and my cock pops into her waiting hand.

She gasps, and looks up at me, a smile touching at the corners of her lips as I unfasten the top two buttons of my shirt, then run out of patience and yank it over my head, her eyes wandering lazily over my chest.

“I always loved your body,” she says, her gaze slowly lowering. “But I love this part most of all.” As she finishes speaking, she switches position, kneeling before me as she bends, and then lowers her head and takes me in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck… yes…” I hiss between gritted teeth. It’s been a year since I’ve felt this, and I grab her hair, holding it behind her head, watching her lips surround me. There’s somethingabout this… about the obvious struggle to take me, which she overcomes, just like she always did, bobbing her head back and forth, and swallowing a little more each time, until I hit the back of her throat. That’s it… that’s where I belong, and I hold her still, enjoying the moment as she looks up at me, our eyes locking. “You look so good with my dick in your mouth.”

She pulls back slightly, then takes me deeper still, and I have to pull out, catching my breath.

“Was that close?” she asks, teasing me.

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