Page 142 of Your Second Chance
I didn’t hesitate. My fingers found his shirt, tugging it off without breaking the kiss. Next, I moved to his belt, fumbling slightly, but determined to remove every barrier between us. He helped me, his movements quick but never rushed, until his clothes joined mine in a pile on the floor.
His mouth found mine again as he guided me onto the bed. The mattress sank beneath us as he leaned over me, trailing kisses from my lips to my neck, down to my collarbone.
He paused long enough to pull down the straps of my bra, freeing me to his touch. He latched onto my nipple, and a gasp escaped me as he kissed and teased, his tongue warm against my skin. He moved to the other, holding me steady before continuing his descent.
“Keep your legs open for me,” he ordered.
I obeyed instantly, and he grinned as he hooked his fingers under my panties, pulling them down achingly slowly. His lips followed their path, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin along the way until he had me bare before him.
He slid his fingers through my slick folds. “You’re already dripping. Such a pretty little pussy, all ready for me.”
He leaned in and replaced his fingers with his mouth. The first flick of his tongue made me cry out, his hands holding my thighs apart as he devoured me with unrelenting hunger.
Finally, he pulled back, his lips slick and swollen as he kissed his way up my body, his hands steadying me as I trembled beneath him.
“I love you,” he murmured.
He lined himself up against my entrance and pulled me close as he slid inside, each thrust stealing the air from my lungs. There was no rush between us. I roamed my hands over his back, the muscles shifting with every movement as his mouth found mine again.
“I love you so much,” he murmured against my lips, his voice breaking as he thrust deeper, his hands gripping me like he was afraid to let go.
This wasn’t just about desire. It was something deeper, something that made my heart ache with the need to be closer to him.
I cried out and begged for more. He groaned, sliding his hands to my waist, and with one swift motion, he flipped us so I was on top.
“Take what you need, love,” he rasped. “I’m yours.”
He gripped my waist as I lowered myself onto him, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside me.
“You feel incredible.”
His grip tightened, guiding me to move. I started slowly by rolling my hips. He slid his hands up my sides, then to my hips, encouraging me to take more, to take him deeper.
“Like that, love,” he rasped, his head falling back slightly as I quickened my pace.
I braced my hands on his chest, leaning forward, and his eyes fell to where we were connected. His fingers dug into my hips, his lips parting as he watched me.
“You’re so perfect.” His voice was strained as I rode him harder.
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his, cutting off his words as I moved faster. His hands roamed up my back, then down again, gripping me as he thrust up to meet me.
I moaned, the sensation overwhelming as the pressure inside me built higher and higher. He gripped me harder, helping me find the perfect rhythm as his name tumbled from my lips.
“Come for me,” he whispered.
His words sent me over the edge, my body shuddering as I cried out, my release spilling over him. He groaned loudly,his hands keeping me steady as he thrust deeply one last time, finding his own release.
I collapsed onto his chest, trembling, his arms wrapping tightly around me. His lips pressed against my forehead, soft and warm.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
His eyes were scanning my face, and I couldn’t read what they were conveying.
“Tell me something heavy.” I used the joke from when we’d first gotten together.
“Marry me,” he murmured.
My eyes went wide as I lifted my head to look at him.
