My Second Chance at Love

Probably just one night

Emma’s POV…

When everything with Andrew started, I truly expected it to be a hit it and quit it experience. Yeah we talk and fondle ourselves together, but once we cross the line to actually having s*x, I figured it would be a get it out of our systems and then we’re done type situation.

We’ve talked so much all week. So when he called me so late on Friday night, I figured it was some mess with his boss again. How wrong I was. Once I finally realized that he was knocking on my door, I almost fell down the stairs. The moment he lifted me by my ass as I jumped to hug him, was the most erotic thing in the world. Then I felt it, and by it I mean IT. And it was massive and hard rubbing against me. His hands rubbing my ass and he was barely rubbing his d**k on my c**t through his pants. I almost came right there. Then he put me down and kissed me so sweet. “s**t that’s what I’ve always wanted it to feel like when I kissed my wife,” he almost whispered.

Oh my god, “what?”

“Damn, nothing Emma. That was perfect,” he tried to cover. I worked because then he started kissing me like his life depended on it. He stopped and stepped outside, grabbed his bag, shut and locked the door then asked me what I was gonna do with him. Dare initiated, I see. I start to unbuckle his belt as he unbuttons his shirt. Once it’s open and his chest is revealed, I lean forward and kiss him in the center on a small scar. He’s so damn gorgeous. I continue to work on his pants. Once they’re off and he’s standing in his boxer briefs, I’m unable to think straight. I start walking to my room. I head upstairs. Halfway up, I look behind me and notice he isn’t following yet. I motion for him to come on and take off my camisole and toss it behind me. When I reach the landing. He’s holding my cami and I shimmy out of my panties. I toss those toward him. He catches them and inhales them, I swear he growls too.

“Oh s**t I hope you don’t want these. They’re mine now,” he says. Honestly, if he wants them, he can have them. I just giggle.

My anxiety hits as I cross the threshold into my room. What if I’m not enough? What if I’m not as good as he expected? I’m almost hyperventilating. I just crawl into my bed unable to decide what I should do next. He takes off his boxer briefs and crawls in beside me.

“s**t, Emma, you’re shaking. You okay?”

How do I say this and not sound crazy? I’m scared you’re gonna think the s*x is lousy. I’m scared I only get you tonight. I’ve accepted it but I’m terrified of it. “I’m just nervous.”

Andrew moves so fast I don’t have time to respond. He’s grabbed me by the waist and drug me halfway across the bed. He’s now straddling my hips. He grabs my left hand and puts it on his very stiff shaft. He buries his face in my neck, “Emma, babe, you are enough. I swear it. Squeeze me, does that feel like I’ve found anything lacking with you? No?” He begins to nibble down my neck onto my collarbone.

“Oh my god Andrew. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I doubted me. I’m sorry I doubted you.” I start to circle my thumb around his tip, which is growing more wet by the moment, and his breathing becomes more and more ragged. I’m focused on this until he takes my n****e into his mouth. I buck and arch more than I though I could, all while moaning into the night.

I began to pump him with my hand and rub his back with the other. I wish I could free my legs from under him but he’s like a damn mountain.

“Babe, are you trying to make me fire early?” His eye crinkles are on full display.

“Let my legs go or I will,” I say while looking at him mischievously. He lifts a leg allowing me to free one side and then the other. Before I realize what I’ve done, he’s nestled between my thighs. He keeps kissing a trail down while I try to wrap a thigh around him for leverage. I need so desperately to grind on something. His face is now level with my lady bits. He sticks his face in and just breaths.

“F**kin hell this is better than I expected. You smell so damn good,” and before I can comprehend what he’s done and said he runs his big tongue up my slit and back down. “Mmmmm you taste good too.” I prop up on my elbows. Never in my life have I witnessed a man do this. I don’t know whether to push him off or grab him by the ears and ride his face.

He looks at me, “what babe? You didn’t know? You taste like damn dessert.” I just shake my head at him.

“No! Tell me I’m wrong. Is this the first time you’ve been licked?” He said it so accusingly.

I’m gaping open mouthed at him. I’ve heard about it but never experienced. I’ve given head but never received. Ever.

“Let’s right this.” And back down he goes. He’s licking and sucking and nibbling. I’m shaking all over. My stomach is so tight. Finally he takes a big strong hand and put is on my lower tummy. Apparently, I’ve been practicing levitating. “I don’t like to chase my dinner, Emma. Get still.”

Then while he’s nibbling my c**t he shoves two fingers in me. I see stars. I don’t know if I speak or scream. I know it’s incoherent. When I open my eyes and can see again, he’s licking his fingers clean.

“Oh s**t. That’s hot.”

“No Emma, what’s hot is watching you lose your ability to speak. That’s insanely hot,” he’s so confident when he says it. Damn him. I wanna return the favor. I get up to my knees and grab his d**k, lick my lips and lean.

“No. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow after I lost it a few times in you, but not tonight. Tonight I need to be buried deep inside you.”

“Tomorrow? You’re gonna be here tomorrow?” I’m so confused by this. This is just one night, right? That’s what he does.

“I think when you exploded on my face, one night went out the window. I have to know if I can make you do that everyday.”

He then grabbed my waist and flipped us so I was straddling him. “You ready Emma? I want you to set the pace.”

“Why? I don’t care, I just want to know why?”

“Emma, you’ve said I’m huge no less then four times. You’ve never had an orgasm until we started this s**t we’re doing. You cannot handle me letting loose on you. Set the pace for me. Ride me as deep and as fast as you can manage.”

“Okay.” As I rise up to line up with him, he grabs my face and kisses me again. While I’m distracted with his amazing lips, he slowly enters me. Every time he slides out, I feel my juices pouring out. I break away from the kiss first, because oxygen… I rise up to take a little more of him in and then I slam down. I want all of him.

“s**t, Emma. Mmmmmmm.” And he flings his head back. Oh he likes this, I start to really get into this. I’m rocking and rotating my hips as I slide him in and out of me. I feel my juices rolling out and I hear the squishing noises they’re making.

“Emma, baby are you close? God please tell me you’re close.”

This is so much fun watching a man unravel under me. It’s then that it clicked with him that I’m enjoying the torture of him.

“Emma, you little minx, you! You’re getting off on watching me come unglued at the seams. I’m gonna make you come in less than ten seconds, then I’m gonna unload deep inside you while you’re still milking my d**k. You hear me?”

I gasp at his audacity. He could make me come in ten seconds? No way. Then he tilted his hips and he started rubbing me differently inside. I began quaking immediately. He took his thumb and started circling my c**t and then he bit my n****e. I don’t think I lasted three. When I started coming he stilled but, holy s**t was he deep inside me. I think my organs have all been rearranged.