Page 100 of Your Second Chance
I nodded, resting my hands against his chest as he leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. It was a kiss that spoke volumes—a mix of tenderness and longing that made my heart race.
I watched as he stripped, unable to stop my eyes from trailing over him. His golden skin, the dark scruff on his face framing that jawline I could never stop admiring. My gaze moved lower, drinking in the sight of him—the lean muscles, the strength radiating from every inch of him, and then... his thick, throbbing cock that I’d missed far too much.
He watched me with a small, patient smile, gesturing toward me. “Come on, love. I want a peek.”
My heart raced, hesitation gnawing at me. I hated my new body—still soft and fluffy in places, leaking milk when I least expected it, and sometimes feeling... off.
I swallowed hard and nodded, slipping my sweatpants down and taking my underwear with them. They pooled at my feet, and I kept my gaze down. “Sorry it’s so...”
“Natural?” His voice was warm, his chuckle low and soothing. “Let me see you, love. Please.”
He stepped closer, sliding his hands to my waist as he pressed another kiss to my lips, soft and full of warmth. I let out a quiet whimper, overwhelmed by everything he’d been to me.
“Thank you. Thank you for being there for me. For holding me when I cried about spilled milk. For making sure I’ve eaten. For taking the night shift when I needed it. For staying up even when you had to go to work. For... everything. Thank you.”
“I love you. More every single day.”
His words hit me, wrapping around my heart, and I took a deep breath, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Slowly, I pulled off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there, fully naked in front of him, exposed in every sense of the word.
“Come on.” He lightly rested his hand on the small of my back, steadying me, grounding me.
We walked into the bathroom, and he turned on the shower, the sound of water hitting the tiles filling the room.
My eyes dropped to the floor, hesitation creeping in. “I might... leak.” My cheeks burned with the admission.
“I don’t care, Nova.” He stepped closer and tilted my chin up so I’d meet his gaze. “It doesn’t gross me out. Not even a little.”
With a small nod, I let him guide me toward the warmth of the shower, feeling more seen and accepted than I ever had before. He gently cradled my face and leaned down, kissing me again.
The water cascaded over us, hot and heavy, as Ollie pulled me into the shower, his hands already roaming my body like he couldn’t wait another second. He cupped the weight of my breasts, his thumbs teasing over my nipples until I gasped.
“You’re so full,”
His hands moved with deliberate care, tracing every curve like he was savoring me, like he was starved for me.
When the milk beaded and spilled from my nipples, he groaned.
“Look at you,” he whispered, his lips finding my neck, then trailing lower, worshipping me with his tongue and teeth. “Such a good girl.”
His tongue darted out, catching the sweetness as it mixed with the water. His hands were everywhere, on my hips, gripping my thighs, and sliding between them to tease my clit. A sharp moan escaped me as his fingers circled the sensitive nub.
“You’re dripping for me,” he murmured before wrapping his lips around a nipple, suckling deeply. The heat of his mouth, the pull of his tongue, and the sinful way he moaned against my skin made my knees weak. “So sweet. So perfect. I could drink from you forever.”
I whimpered, clutching his shoulders, my body trembling under the onslaught of sensation. He slid his free hand lower, his fingers slipping inside me with ease, stretching and filling me as his mouth worked my breast. The dual sensations had me gasping his name.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Be a good girl and let go. Let me see how beautiful you are when you lose control.”
My body arched into him as his fingers curled inside me, finding that perfect spot that made me cry out. His thumb pressed against my clit, coaxing me higher and higher until I was teetering on the edge.
“Say it,” he growled, his teeth grazing my skin as he suckled harder. “Tell me who takes care of you. Who makes you feel this good.”
“You,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “It’s you, Ollie. Only you.”
The tension broke, pleasure crashing over me in waves so intense I saw stars. My cries echoed in the steamy air as my body clenched around his fingers, my release soaking his hand. He held me through it, his arms strong and steady as I trembled against him, his lips murmuring soft praises against my skin.
When I finally collapsed against his chest, spent and shaking, he kissed my temple. “You’re everything,” he whispered. “My everything.” He cradled me like I was his most precious treasure. “I love you,” he whispered, the words falling from his lips like a prayer. Over and over, like he couldn’t say it enough.
As the aftershocks of my release left my body trembling, I slid down to my knees, water cascading over me, pooling around us. I looked up at him, my hands steady on his thighs, as I brushed my lips over his hip, trailing kisses toward his cock, already heavy and hard with need.
