My Second Chance at Love

Nerves

Emma’s POV…

Ahhhhhh! It’s finally Wednesday. Andrew will be here tonight. I’ve barely slept. I’ve been up since 3:40am. I’m already done with my makeup and my alarm hasn’t even gone off. I’m working on my hair when my phone rings. It’s Andrew. I know I should sound sleepy but I can’t.

“Hey!”

“You’re not sleepy! How long have you been up baby?”

“Ummm since a little before 4. I couldn’t sleep. I too excited.”

My phone makes the familiar noise of a FaceTime call. I immediately answer.

“Damn! Girl you look gorgeous.”

I’m also soaked just seeing him. “Thanks. You look pretty fine yourself.”

“I cannot wait to get my hands on you. I swear even my dreams are consumed with you, Emma. I’ve walked around with a hard d**k for the last three days.”

“We can take care of it right now! I have time.”

“Nope. I want you so wet when I get there that it’s like a slip and slide built just for me. I want you to come when I enter you. I want you to come when I grind on you. I want you to be a quivering mess of orgasms. You hear me?”

I take my hand and just swipe it at my lower lips and hold my hand to the camera so he see proof of my arousal. “Do you see what your words have done? I don’t think it’s gonna be a problem at all.”

“No. You are not allowed to come until I get there.”

Dammit. I’m gonna be a frustrated mess. We’ve literally rubbed ourselves off daily while he’s been gone. Most of the time we’ve done this in the morning and in the evening.

“Oh my god Andrew. I’m gonna be an absolute mess.”

“Good. That’s how I like you!”

Ugh this man. I fling myself on the bed and turn the camera so he can see my body. I give him a good view then part my legs. I want him to know how wet I am.

“Emma, I’m not changing my mind. You hear me?”

I flip over and turn the camera to face me.

“Fine! If I spontaneously combust, it’s your fault.”

“Hey Emma, will you cook supper for me? I don’t want to stop on my way. I’ll heat it up when I get there.”

“Oh. Sure. What do you want?” That’s good. He’ll get here faster. Mmmmm the sooner the better.

“Something Italian if you have it. Maybe a good pasta. Chicken Alfredo?”

“I can do that. Easy.”

“Good. I can’t wait. What are your students doing today?”

“Ummm math. Andrew, I can’t think right now. I know I want to screw your brains out. Past that, I don’t have a damn clue about anything.”

He’s laughing. Ugh!

“Go pack your s**t so you can leave faster. I’m gonna fix my hair and get dressed.”

“Emma?”

“Yeah?” Something in the way he’s looking at me tells me I’m gonna love what he has to say.

“Wear that black loose skirt today. No panties. Nude lace bra. I don’t care what shirt. Something snug enough so that if I turn you on, you can send me a picture and I can see your n*****s through it.”

Oh my god. I’ve never gone commando to work. Especially with a skirt!

“Seriously?”

“Yeah babe. Then every time you get wet you’ll have to squeeze those thighs together to keep your juices in. Those are for me.”

“Oh my god! Okay.”

“I expect you to prove it all too.”

“Ohhh mmmmm okay.”

I’m so damn wet. Today is gonna be awful.

I get up and fix my hair. He’s still on the phone but seems preoccupied.

I go to get dressed and he’s hyper focused on me.

“No panties, remember? Show me. Where’s the bra?”

I stand in front of the mirror in my bra only and pull on my snug black top with loose lace sleeves. I pull on my skirt and zip the back making sure to tuck in my shirt.

“Oh Emma you look hot. Pull your skirt up.”

Of course I do and there’s nothing but bare naked p***y there.

“Mmmmmm heels. Wear heels. Show me. F**k babe I’m so damn hard. Will you wear those heels when I f**k you?”

Oh my god I’d wear anything he asked at this point.

“Yes.” It comes out as a whisper. I head downstairs and get my stuff and head to my car. I pull my skirt up high in the car and give him another peek. Then tell him goodbye. His groan is the last thing I hear before I disconnect.

The day passes slow as hell. He barely texts. I call at lunch and he doesn’t answer. He must be in the bucket trying to finish.

He text at 1:15, “on the way to you.”

Oh my word. My n*****s are like rocks. I turn away from my students and send him a snap showcasing them, then allow them to settle before getting busy. Just a little longer.

When the final bell rings I hurriedly pack my stuff and am shocked to see a bouquet of roses and lilies delivered to my door. I begin to smile and pluck the card from the arrangement.

“Leave these on your desk. I want to always be where you are. -Andrew”

Damn him, he’s so sweet. I text him a quick thank you and head home. All I can think is that I want to see him. I want to touch him. I’m going to be counting the hours until I get my hands and mouth on him. This is torture. I turn into my parking lot and notice a truck that looks just like Andrew’s. That’s odd. I look and he’s standing by my door. His foot is against the wall and he looks damn edible.

Oh my god. My stomach starts to tighten and I’m already ready for him. I park my car, leave everything in it except my keys and run to him. I jump into his arms to hug him and am surprised when he slides inside me. He was standing here with his d**k out and waiting. Thank god his shirt was long enough to cover it up. I nearly come immediately.

“Oh mmmmmmm yes” I whisper into his ear.

“Give me your keys or I’m gonna f**k you right here against the door for everyone to see.” He’s growling into my neck as he’s sheathed inside me.

I hand them to him and he unlocks the door with one hand while the other is on my ass squeezing. He steps in and the movement nearly sets me off. He slams the door and pushes me against it. He’s thrusting into me like a man starved and I love it. Within moments I shatter. I’m coming so hard. I’m pulsating and quivering, panting and gasping for air. He knows exactly how to get me there.

“That’s right. That’s my p***y Emma. Give me what’s mine. Come again for me. Let me feel it. Make it drip down my balls. Squeeze me again.” With that he pushed my shoulders back so I was leaning back against the door then he stepped back. The angle he’s thrusting at is pure divine. I’m so close. I pull my skirt up and begin to rub my c**t so he can see. His eyes are trained on my fingers and their motion.

“Yeah Emma. Come on. Come again. Come with me. F**k yeah. You’re so damn sexy. I love watching you.”

I feel him thickening even more. He’s massive inside me and he’s ramming my g-spot. I’m about to explode. I start coming. I’m paralyzed in ecstasy coming endlessly. He begins to come too. He’s coming so hard that I feel his massive hot load inside me. It’s enough that I begin to come again and it triggers an aftershock style orgasm in him. I milk him with another orgasm.

We’re both leaning against the door breathless and groaning in pure bliss. He’s still holding my ass and I’m holding his neck. He’s still buried deep inside me and we’re beyond satisfied for the moment. I know this satisfaction will only last a moment though. I know I’ll want him again as soon as he pulls out of me. I’m addicted to him and it scares the s**t out of me.