Page 20 of Once Upon A Second Chance
Penny pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against mine, her breath coming in short, sweet puffs against my lips.
"We should—," she swallows hard. "We should stop."
I don’t let her go. "Do you want to?"
Her eyes search mine. For a long moment, she doesn’t answer. Then—
"No."
The word is barely a whisper, but it’s all I need.
I scoop her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her inside. The door slams shut behind us, and then there’s nothing but her skin under my hands, her mouth on mine, and the sweet, slow unraveling of every barrier we’ve spent years building.
I carry Penny into the bathroom and start the shower. We’re both filthy from the storm and the night spent in the basement.
I set her down for just a moment while I peel off her clothes, leaving them in a pile on the bathroom floor where mine join them just a momentlater.
I lead her into the hot stream of water, wetting her down while I grab the body wash and shower sponge and begin to gently wash away the last 24 hours from her exhausted body.
I start with her neck and move down gently, rubbing the suds in slow circles all over her torso while listening to her soft moans of pleasure.
I shampoo her hair, sudsing it up and massaging her scalp, rinsing it under the showerhead until the water runs clear.
I return to her body, taking the soapy sponge to her legs, then moving up to her more sensitive areas, where I drag the sponge over her pussy and feel her legs begin to weaken from tiredness and arousal.
I hold out the bottle of conditioner and let her apply it to her hair while I quickly run the soapy sponge over myself to clean off the grime from the previous day.
Finally, I return to Penny, ensuring she’s well rinsed before I turn off the water and grab a towel from the rod right outsidethe shower door.
I dry her off, starting with her face and neck, then moving down her torso, running the towel over her back, followed by her breasts and rib cage.
Penny stands with her eyes closed, softly moaning occasionally and allowing me the freedom to explore her body in my own time.
I quickly dry myself as well and she takes my hand, leading me to the bedroom.
Once there, she pulls down the covers and climbs onto the bed, kneeling away from me, with her beautiful round ass exposed and asking to be taken.
She is so incredibly hot and I want her so badly. Twelve years of wanting and desire.
I need to take her. Now.
Tonight, we burn.
Tomorrow—
Well.
Tomorrow can wait.
I kiss her ass and turn her toward me, kissing her mouth gently but deeply. She moans into the kiss,her fingers pulling away the damp towel wrapped around my waist.
I break away just long enough to yank it the rest of the way off, and then her hands are on my chest, warm and possessive, her nails scraping lightly over my skin.
"You’re exhausting," she breathes, but her eyes are dark with want, her lips swollen from my kisses.
I smirk, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip. "You love it."
She doesn’t deny it. Instead, she takes both hands, placing them firmly on my lower back and pulls me flush against her.
