Page 38 of Her Second Chance

Hannah

Once I got out of my head and stopped over analyzing everything, dinner was perfect. Even with feeling torn about what my purpose is here, I know being with Brock will never be a mistake, which is why I find myself riding the elevator up to his dorm room, feeling like I could jump out of my skin. Tonight is going to change everything.

Everything.

When the elevator doors open, I’m suddenly hit with an intense bout of nerves. What if he never speaks to me again after we have sex? What if I’m ruining my chance at a happily ever after? What if–?

Always in tune with me and my emotions, Brock nudges me with his arm. “Relax, doll. We’re just going to hang out and talk.” He takes my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he leads me into his room.

I lick my dry lips and swallow hard. “I’m nervous,” I admit.

“You don’t need to be nervous around me.”

I look up, finding his eyes intensely trained on me. “I want you. Even if it’s just for tonight. It feels like I’m running out of time, and I need to be with you at least once before everything changes.”

He turns me so I’m facing him, cupping my cheeks. “Baby, if you give me tonight, I’m taking forever.”

My heart jumps to my throat when he leans down, sealing my lips with his. Even knowing we won’t be together in the future, I give in to this moment.

He pulls my shirt over my head. “You’re so perfect. I’m afraid to touch you,” he whispers in reverence. My whole body flushes. I reach for the button on his jeans, but he steps out of my reach. I frown at him, confused as to why he’s stopping me. “Oh, no you don’t,” he teases. “I’m taking my time. Trust me, these pants are coming off, but not until I’m ready to bury myself inside you.”

I’m used to guys who are selfish in their lovemaking, so Brock’s words stall my hands mid-air. Or am I? This feels like the first time for real. In fact, I can’t remember ever being with anyone else before now. It’s like my memories are fabricated. The only thing that’s real is right now.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Being with Brock, in this moment, is the only place I want to be. As far as I’m concerned, now is all that exists. It’s all that’s ever existed.

Brock leans over me, compelling me to lie back against the bed so he can rid me of my jeans, leaving me in just my bra and panties. I’m too on fire to worry about anything but his touch. He presses my hands above my head into the bed as his silky, smooth skin covers mine. When he kisses me, I can’t stop a moan from escaping. I need more. There’s an ache boiling inside me, desperate to be soothed by the man on top of me.

While keeping my hands above my head with one of his hands, his other one travels down my side. He grips behind my knee, moving to press his hard cock between my legs. My pussy quivers when he grinds into me, his cock pressing against my clit. I moan even louder as he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, letting go of my hands to take it off me. In this timeline, I’ve never been this exposed to anyone, and it excites me. I’m desperate for more and yet nervous at the same time. Thirty-one-year-old, experienced me has taken a backseat, allowing the younger version of myself to fully engage in the moment.

Did adult Hannah ever really exist?

“Beautiful,” he whispers, capturing my right nipple between his lips.

I buck my hips as he spreads kisses across my chest, moving to my other pink tip. His thumb and forefinger roll the peak his mouth just vacated. Fire spreads throughout my entire body. My throat constricts as tears burn my eyes. No one has ever loved me so completely before, and I’m terrified no one ever will after this.

His touch is delicious, yet it’s almost painful. “I want. . . please. . .” I beg, not knowing what to say. The sensation is too much and not enough at the same time. I want more.

I want everything.

He chuckles, his warm breath dancing across my overheated skin. “Not yet, doll,” he whispers as he slides down my stomach, licking and kissing, leaving a trail of fire in the wake of his every touch. His tongue circles my belly button, and my hands grip the mattress.

I whimper.

When he kisses along the edge of my panties, I move my hips searching for pressure in the one spot that’s throbbing with need to be touched, but he skips over to my left thigh, licking along the edge of my panties, teasing me. I grab his head, and move him where I need his touch. When he licks the seat of my underwear, I shudder with a groan. “Now. . . Please!”

His long, thick finger slips inside the leg hole of my panties, shifting the fabric to the side. “So beautiful,” he says before placing a wet kiss on me.

Oh, god!

When he suckles my sensitive button, tremors spread throughout my body. Nothing has ever felt like this before. He continues to taste me, pressing a long, thick finger inside my pussy.

I place both hands on his shoulders, pushing him back so I can reach for his pants to pop open his button. “Now,” I demand, unzipping his jeans and taking him in my grasp.

“Are you sure you’re ready? We can wait.” Even in the heat of the moment, Brock puts me first. How did I resist him for so long?

“Yes,” I whisper, loving that he wants my first time to be special. As if being with him could ever be anything less than amazing.

“Look at me, Hannah.” He presses inside me, but pauses, our eyes sharing unspoken words. We kiss until I adjust to his size. I feel full, but in the most delicious way. We were made for each other.

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