Page 28 of Irresistible Second Chance

Chapter 8

“I have extra pillows and blankets in the linen closet. If you need anything else, let me know.”

He nodded, “This is fine.” I had set him up in the guest room across from my own bedroom. It was either that or the couch. He volunteered for the couch, but that felt wrong. He was being inconvenienced because of me, the last thing I planned to do was make him sleep on the couch.

“Good night,” I said to him, as I closed the door.

“Good night.”

I went into my room and sat down heavily on my bed. My head was pounding now. I closed my eyes trying to sleep, but I couldn’t. I knew why and I found the reason ironic. I’d run from my mom to breathe, and now I felt like I couldn’t breathe without Chris.

I made my way to my door and opened it and then crossed the hall. I paused at his door, just listening. Slowly I turned the knob, there was no going back now.

“Chris,” I said in the darkness, as I stepped in the room.

I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “It took you long enough.”

Without another word, I hobbled over to the bed and sat down next to him.

He touched my face, trailing a hand down my cheek. His soft caress sent shivers down my spine. I wanted him so badly, and that scared me. But it didn’t scare me enough to make me want to stop.

He tilted my chin up and kissed me, and then he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. He was such a good kisser. I could kiss him for hours on end I thought to myself. He felt good, he tasted good, he smelled good. Chris was a whole damn sensory experience, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

He removed my clothes slowly, and his lips never left my body as he did. First, my shirt hit the ground and then my bra. He paused undressing me to stroke my nipples. “I always imagined they were going to be perfect,” he said against my ear, as he caressed my nipples and kissed my earlobes, “But I wasn’t expecting such perfect little rosebuds.”

He picked me up then, startling me and placed me gently on the bed.

I was wearing nothing but panties now and the obnoxious cast. I wasn’t feeling as sexy anymore thinking of it.

I distracted myself saying. “You’re wearing way too much.”

He nodded, “You’re right.”

In record time, his shirt was off, and then so were his pants, he pulled a condom from his wallet, deftly put it on, and climbed on top of me. He held himself up on his elbows as he pressed my body against the bed, and intertwined his legs around mine, careful to avoid the cast. His hips were pressed against my thigh. I could feel him hard against me and reached for him, stroking him up and down. He softly said my name as he took my hand and showed me exactly how he liked to be touched. I was willing to learn, something told me that Chris would be an excellent teacher. As I continued to stroke him, he grew harder in my hand. His mouth was busy placing kissing anywhere within his reach. Each kiss was like fire on my skin. I forgot that I had panties on, but it didn’t matter anyway.

He climbed on top of me and spread my legs, he pushed my panties to the side and slid straight into my wetness.

“Chris,” I screamed, and he pushed further into me.

I gasped and wrapped one leg around his waist. I wished I could wrap the other, but the stupid cast prevented the motion.

I spread my legs wider, gasping as he pulled out and entered me again. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and clung to him, shaking as I moaned his name.

He rolled over, bringing me on top of him then.

I didn’t care about the cast as I placed my hands against his chest and began to control the pace of our lovemaking. I slid up and down his member, growing wetter with each motion, while he stroked and played with my nipples.

When his hand reached between my legs and stroked the little nub there, it sent me over the threshold and I came hard, falling forward unto his chest gasping his name.

He grabbed my hips then, and thrust deeply into me, several times. On the last thrust, I heard him groan and felt his stiffen deep inside me. I kissed his mouth as we both came…me for the second time that night. A few minutes later, I didn’t realize my eyes had closed until I felt his hand trailing up and down my spine.

“How’s your leg?” he asked.

“Fine,” I tried to move it and found that I felt a little cramped up. “Actually, maybe I should lay down.”

He helped me off of him. I immediately missed the feel of him inside me.

“Be right back,” he said.

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