Page 133 of Your Second Chance
“This way,” she murmured between kisses, sliding her hand up my chest as she pointed toward the stairs.
I followed her lead, our mouths barely separating as we made our way up. The upstairs was open and airy, with a loft-like feel that reminded me of our old house, though this one was larger.
“There are four bedrooms up here,” she said breathlessly, her voice low as she backed me toward the wall.
Before I could take in the details, she pushed me firmly against the wall, gripping my shoulders as she kissed me deeper.I couldn’t help myself—I slid my hands to her waist, lifting her up, and she wrapped her legs around me.
“This is our room,” she whispered against my lips, her voice husky.
I turned, still holding her as I stepped into the space. It was warm and inviting, with familiar touches of home—furniture from our townhouse, even the little lamp she swore she didn’t love but secretly did.
My eyes darted to the en suite bathroom as she smirked, brushing her fingers along my chest. “There’s a tub even bigger than the one in London. Two people could fit in.” She flattened her hands against my chest, and her grin widened. “Though maybe not your size, but, you know, normal-people sized.”
I chuckled, the sound rumbling in my chest as I kissed her again, sliding one hand to her thigh to pull her closer. “Is that so?” I murmured, my lips brushing against hers as I spoke.
Her laughter mingled with mine, her body melting into me as I carried her toward the bed. My hands moved on their own, tugging at her leather trousers, the material stubborn, but no match for my determination.
“Missed you so fucking much,” I growled against her mouth, sliding the trousers down her legs.
I yanked her jumper over her head, my hands roaming her bare skin, memorizing every curve, every dip. “This body...I’ve missed this body every day.”
She let out a soft laugh, curling her fingers into the waistband of my trousers. “You’re fully clothed.” She teased me.
That wouldn’t do.
I stripped in seconds, tossing my jumper, trousers, and boxer briefs to the floor. The cool air hit me, but the heat between us was all I felt. My cock was hard—painfully so—and the way her eyes lingered on me only made it worse.
“I’ve been fucking my hand for months,” I admitted, my voice dark with frustration and longing. “But it’s nothing like this. Nothing like you.”
She swallowed, her cheeks flushed, and desire flickered in her eyes. “Tell me what you’ve been doing,” she whispered, her voice trembling, daring.
“I fuck my hand on the phone, but it’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you tonight.” I paused. “Tell me what you’ve been doing, love.”
Her breath hitched as she slid her hand between her thighs. “I touch myself,” she murmured. “Starting with my clit.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping her hips as I watched her.
She was so goddamn perfect, her body arching slightly as her fingers moved. My mouth found her breast, my tongue circling her nipple as my need for her threatened to consume me.
“Keep going,” I rasped, my voice raw as I kissed my way back to her lips. “Let me see how much you’ve missed me.”
Her eyes locked onto mine, her pupils blown wide with lust, and a wicked smirk tugged at her lips. “I’ve thought about this every night. Every time I touched myself, it was you I wanted. Your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me the way only you can.”
I moved to her other breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth as my tongue swirled around the hardened peak.
“God, I missed these,” I groaned, cupping her breasts and kneading the soft flesh.
“I’d lie there,” she continued. “My fingers would start slow, circling my clit, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed you. Your tongue, your fingers, your cock. I needed the way you ruin me.”
I continued to tease her nipple, taking it fully into my mouth and pulling.
“You’re going to make me mindless with need,” I growled.
“Good, because I want you wild. I want you to lose control. I want you to fuck me like you can’t get enough.”
She pressed closer, murmuring against my lips as her hands slid down my back. “I’ve missed you so much. I want you to make me scream. I want you to show me how much you’ve missed me.”
I pulled back, my breath ragged, my heart pounding. “You want that, love?” I rasped, my voice thick with hunger. “You want me to remind you who you belong to?”
