Page 57 of Second Chance Ex
My dick is painfully hard, unintentionally pressed up against Prue’s luscious ass; it’s a new form of torture. And I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself as I press a kiss to her bare shoulder, allowing my lips to linger against her soft skin.
Prue shifts a little, and I test the proverbial waters, placing another kiss on her shoulder, moving my lips closer to the crook of her neck, and when I lay another kiss down, I’m met with a soft, sleepy moan which causes my cock to twitch. I don’t know if she’s asleep, or if she’s in that blissful in-between, but she’s reacting to me. So, with caution officially thrown to the wind, I lay my tongue out flat, rolling it over that one spot I know drives her fucking crazy, and I’m rewarded with yet another moan, her back arching just enough that her ass grazes my dick even harder.
Trailing my hand down her waist, I follow the sexy curve of her hip, my lips and tongue still working her hot spot. She moans again, and then her hand moves to mine, and I’ll be damned, she guides it down over her belly, to her hot, needy little pussy.
I shift impossibly closer, my cock aching as I continue pressing slow, meaningful kisses all over her neck, her shoulder, her jaw, while my fingers delve between her soaking wet pussy lips, finding her clitswollen and already sensitive if the gasp she releases is anything to go by.
Her breaths are suddenly fast and shallow, and as I circle her clit, a groan slips between her lips, her sounds only spurring me on. I explore further, fingers teasing her as I press down on her clit with my thumb. She moans as I push two fingers inside, and her head turns just enough so that I can claim her mouth, desperately lapping up every one of her whimpered pants.
When I pull my hand away from her, she whines in objection, and I smile into our kiss, knowing just how fucking worked up, how close to the edge she is. But I’m close too, baby, and I need inside my girl.
I shift behind her, moving her perfect body how I need her, my fingers digging into her hips, positioning her just right. Her back arches for me as I press the head of my dick against that needy pussy, sliding in with a little force. Prue cries out in a combination of surprise and relief. And I sink so deep inside, her walls clamping around me and sucking me in even deeper. At the risk of blowing too soon, I have to steel myself but she’s so hot, so tight, and so fucking wet, it’s almost impossible, my balls are ready to release.
We’re so close like this; the two of us becoming one. Her back flush against my chest, I press a soft kiss to her shoulder, smoothing my hand down her hip, her thigh, lifting her knee and settling even closer for a better angle. When Prue rocks her hips, teasing me, a jolt soars through me, and fuck I’m too close for my own liking; I need to make my girl come first, always.
Prue reaches a hand back, grabbing the back of my head to urge me even closer, claiming my lips with hers, coaxing my tongue inside her warm mouth, and as ourkiss deepens, I move inside her, groaning into her mouth as I bottom out, fucking her hard and slow.
The bedroom is alive with our panting breaths, and that filthy fucking sound of raw, frenzied sex. Neither of us says a word. We don’t have to. It’s as if we know exactly what the other wants and needs. The silence only adds to the tension settling heavily around us, about ready to ignite at any moment.
When it all becomes too much, I mutter a curse against Prue’s lips, flipping her onto her front, pulling her lax body up onto her hands and knees. I move behind her, my hand following the sexy curve of her back, stopping at her behind. And before I can stop myself, I slap that big, beautiful ass, hard, soothing the sting with my palm.
Prue throws her head back on a moan, loving every single second, and fuck me. When she glances back at me and I see the look of absolute lust in her eyes, and the little smirk that curls her lips, I do it again, and again, reveling in the sounds she makes each time. My beautiful, filthy, girl.
I grip her hips and slide into her all the way. She arches her back, crying out, and knowing she’s so close sets a fire off in the pit of my gut. I lean over her, peppering kisses onto her neck and shoulder. My hands roam under her, grabbing her breasts, pinching her perfect nipples and pulling her up with me as I sit back on my haunches.
Prue lifts her arms, wrapping them around my neck and holding on, and I continue palming her breast with one hand, my other hand trailing down her stomach, stopping where she’s so wet and swollen and needy. Her head falls back against my shoulder as I tease herclit with my middle finger and she convulses, whimpering and trembling as I give her everything I have with each determined thrust of my hips. Suddenly, she’s falling apart, crying out, gasping for breath, her entire body shaking as her orgasm takes hold of her so violently that I have to keep her upright so she can ride it out, making a beautiful mess all over my dick. Seconds later, my resolve snaps and I’m coming so fucking hard deep inside my girl’s hot pussy.
With a heavy ragged breath, I sag and, like a giant bumbling fool, I lose my balance and both Prue and I go tumbling gently onto the mattress, landing in a sweaty mess of entangled limbs.
After a few moments, I collect what I can of my composure, coming back down to earth, and I turn my head, heaving another steadying breath, my gaze finding Prue’s hooded, sleepy eyes watching me, her lips pink and swollen, a lazy smile aimed at me. And what a fucking sight. Lying there, completely naked, her skin is flushed from her climax, curvy ass right there almost begging me for more.Fuck me.
A low chuckle racks through me. I’m completely spent yet smug as hell because I can’t believe this is my life right now. Someone fucking pinch me.
I reach out a hand and tuck a lock of Prue’s honey blonde hair behind her ear, carefully grazing the backs of my fingers over her cheek. I take the time to trace the curve of her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb, grinning before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Good morning, baby,” I rasp against her skin, breathing her in.
“Good morning,” she manages through a shy giggle,burying her face into the bedsheets in an attempt to hide her reddening cheeks.
After a shower with Prue,where I fucked her once more up against the tile, despite the limited space and sketchy ass plumbing, I left her to get ready for work, and I went out to grab us some much-needed coffee and breakfast sandwiches.
Now, sipping my coffee, I lean against the archway that leads into the kitchen, watching her hurry back and forth, frantically stuffing the things she needs for work in her carry-all. She’s dressed cute in a pair of white sneakers, a long jean skirt with a middle split that hints at those delicious thighs, and a knit sweater, her hair left out and natural, pink lip gloss; she looks beautiful, sporting that post-coital glow.
I used to dream of these mornings, having breakfast together, watching my girl get ready for work, kissing her hard at the door and waving her off for the day. But this isn’t that. This isn’t even close. Prue won’t even look at me.I was only gone for fifteen minutes. Twenty, max. But by the time I got back from Starbucks, gone was my girl who kept looking at me like she’d finally found me after losing me for two long years; she was back to the stubborn, stoic, stand-off Prue.
I don’t know what happened. It wastwentyminutes. She muttered a half-assedthankswhen I handed her the to-go cup, and shoved the sandwich in her bag, and even now she keeps huffing every time she’s forced to move around me because, like an asshole, I’mpurposely standing in her way in an attempt to make her at least stop and acknowledge at me, goddammit.
When Prue breezes past me for the fifth time like a pissed off mini tornado, I grab hold of her hand. She stumbles a little, but collects herself in time to spear me with a narrow-eyed glower.
“Will you stop and talk to me, please?” I try not to laugh, but she’s being ridiculous.
She rolls her eyes. There’s my stubborn girl.
“What?” she huffs.
My brows knit together as I look between her eyes, trying to decipher what the hell is going on. “What’s going on?”
Her gaze dips downwards, zeroing in on my chest as she worries her plump little lip between her teeth.
