Page 29 of Final Chance At Love (Chance At Love Duet 2)

“It’s really long. But if you want to watch it, I’ll look it up and put it on,” I answered like this was just another normal night between us.

“No, let’s leave it for another time.”

We sat in silence for the rest of the show, chuckling every so often.

“Why do you like this show?” Kristoff asked, breaking long stretched silence.

I shrugged. “It’s simple. And funny. There is something to be said for love that is still around in their old age, when nothing really matters but those two. They just need each other. All else is just background noise.”

He hummed. I didn’t look up. I didn’t care if he thought it’s corny or stupid.

As the show ended and before another episode started, I lifted my head, smiling. “I have to say I am impressed you did not pick up your cell phone at all. Do you want to watch another episode or are you done for the night?”

He smiled, and his fingers tangled in my hair. “We can watch another one. I enjoy doing this with you; although, I can’t wait to take you to bed.”

The suggestion of what taking me to bed entails aroused me. I turned off the TV and put the remote away. I stood up and reached out my hand to him. There were no words needed. He took my hand and stood up. Surprising me, he lifted me into his arms.

“Kristoff,” I exclaimed giggling. “You can’t keep carrying me. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Are you trying to make a reference to my age again, beautiful?” He leaned down and gave me a gentle nip on my lip. “I’ll have to spank you for that one.”

“Ohhh… can’t wait.” I giggled again, which was clearly an indication that alcohol was in my system. Kristoff carried me up the stairs in firm stride and his breathing never changed. I pressed my palm flat against his chest, feeling his hard muscles underneath my fingers. I leaned over and started kissing his neck. I wanted him badly.

My lips raised to his mouth and his lips eagerly met mine. He took control of the kiss, deepening it, his tongue in search of mine. I moaned into his kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, my fingers in his hair.

He sat me down on the bed, which made me realize we were now in his bedroom. He pulled my shirt over my head in quick, eager movements, and I lifted my hips off the bed as he took the white slacks off of me. I was left in my bra and panties.

His gaze was hot on me, and there was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite comprehend. His hand gently brushed down my neck to my cleavage, light like a feather, down my flat stomach and ending between my thighs. I was wet and I knew he could feel my hot wetness, even through my panties. His fingers were teasing me through that thin piece of fabric, my back arched in need to feel him closer, feel him more. He hooked his fingers on my panties and pulled them down my legs. Next my bra was gone too.

“Open for me, love.” Kristoff’s voice was gentle but commanding. Just hearing those words, made me even wetter. I slowly opened my thighs for him, exposing my pussy to his hot gaze, my face burning hot.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. Having him watch me, staring at my most intimate part like he couldn't get enough of the sight, turned me on more than anything. His fingers grazed my pussy, and a shiver ran through my body. His finger found my clit and started circling it, faster and faster. I was so wet for him. I could feel the slick desire running down my thighs. I closed my eyes, as my breathing grew heavier.

“Open your eyes, Gemma,” Kristoff commanded. My eyes fluttered open, my eyelids heavy. “I want you to look at me as you orgasm… only me!” I licked my lips as I locked eyes with him, my heart beating wild. He consumed my every heart beat, my every breath, my everything.

Kristoff increased the speed stroking my clit, my body humming as I arched my back eager to get more of him. He pushed a finger inside me while at the same time applying just the right amount of pressure on my clit. My eyelids grew heavy.

“Kristoff...” My voice was husky, breathless.

“Come for me, Gemma.”

That was all it took for pleasure to burst through me, my body trembling. I came for him hard, drenching his fingers, and he saw me through the last shiver. Our eyes still locked, he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on my juices, never wavering this gaze from me.

With Kristoff still dressed, I felt exposed… mentally and physically, him towering over me while I laid naked on his bed. I reached out my fingers and started unbuttoning his shirt, and ran my fingers over his bare warm skin. His abs were so hard and defined.

“You must work out a lot,” I mumbled for no apparent reason.

“For an old guy, you mean?” he chuckled and gently tugged on my hair.

I reached for his belt on his trousers and started undoing it eagerly. He helped me with it and got rid of his trousers.

“I want to fuck you hard,” he groaned as he stared into my eyes, like he was seeking permission. “So hard you’ll feel me every time you move for days.”

“Yes,” my voice came as a whisper.

I opened my legs wider for him, his gaze locked with mine. I felt my heart would burst out of my chest.

He towered over me, his lips against my ear.

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