Page 72 of Second Chance with Seth

“I did. I do. It’s lovely, just cuddling like that.”

“Can I do it sometime? I don’t wanna spoil your fun, but I’d like to, if you’re okay with it.”

“Of course.”

I wander to the bed, as he takes off his robe, and I climb back in, pulling up the covers as he turns around.

“What are you doing?” he says.

“Getting into bed. What do you think I’m doing?”

He shakes his head, coming over and kneeling up on the mattress, crawling to me before he pulls back the covers and tugs at my sleep shirt.

“You’re wearing too much,” he murmurs.

I’m sitting on the fabric and he struggles to release it. “Sorry… I’ve just gotten used to wearing them in bed.”

“Then get unused to it,” he says, giving it a firm tug.

I giggle as he pulls it off over my head, my eyes settling on his erection as he throws my sleep shirt to the far end of the bed, and then drags me down onto the mattress with him, reaching over to turn off the lights before his arms tighten around me. I can feel his arousal pressing in to me, as his hands roam up and down my back, his lips meeting mine, and while it would be easy to get carried away with this, and with him, I can’t.

“Seth,” I say, pulling back. “Please… we have to stop.” He leans away, but before he can go too far, I rest my hand on his chest. “It’s not that I don’t want you. It’s just that I’m tired. River’s sleep pattern might be all over the place, but she’s bound to wake up again in less than three hours, and even if she doesn’t, I have to be downstairs by…”

“You don’t have to explain,” he says, loosening his grip on me just slightly.

“I think I do.”

“You really don’t, babe. I get it.”

“But are you okay with it?”

He flexes his hips into me and kisses me gently, brushing his lips over mine for a second or two before he pulls back. “What do you think?”

The smile on his lips, just visible in the moonlight, tells me everything I need to know, and I nestle in to him, my head against his chest.

“This feels so good,” I whisper, and he turns us slightly so I can get comfortable.

“Shh… go to sleep,” he says.

“Do I have to?”

“I thought you said…”

“I know, but I’m not feeling anywhere near as tired as I was a moment ago.”

“Is there anything I can do to help with that?” he asks.

“Maybe.”

He chuckles. “There’s no ‘maybe’ about it, babe.”

He turns me, so my back is to his front. I’m wrapped up in him, but then he shifts down the bed just slightly, and raises my right leg, hooking it over his arm. By now, I’m breathless, desperate to feel him inside me, and I wriggle my ass backward, feeling the tip of his erection as he enters me.

“Oh…” I sigh, turning my head to face him, our lips meeting as he starts to move. He’s taking it slow, but with every thrust, he lets out a heartfelt groan, directly into my mouth, and I cling to his arm, needing something to ground me. There’s a need in him… a need he’d obviously been willing to set aside, in favor of sleep, but which we’ve re-awakened, and I’m loving every second of it.

“Take my cock,” he urges, leaning over me slightly and going even deeper. He stares down at me, pauses, and then slams into me really hard, groaning out, “Oh, fuck… yes.” I see stars before my eyes, tipping into ecstasy at the same time as a sudden realization dawns.

“Don’t come… please,” I whisper, as I fall, pleasure claiming me. “Please, Seth.”

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