My Second Chance at Love

Saturday mornings are for…

Andrew’s POV…

I hear my phone. Dammit, did I oversleep. I reach for it, and feel hair. My eyes slam open. What the hell? Why would I do this to Emma? Nope, I did something to Emma, but she isn’t gonna be mad. Damn, there’s my phone again. I turn the other way. This bed is tiny. I grab my phone off the floor and get up. I step out onto the stair landing and answer. It’s my foreman.

“Yeah?”

“You slick son of a b***h. You better not be late on Tuesday.”

I start laughing. “I’ll be there.” I disconnect. I go downstairs to start the coffee and brush my teeth. Emma always talks about coffee and I know she’s an early riser.

As I get back to the top of the stairs I call Zac.

“Did you show him the video?”

“Yeah man. Did you see her?”

About that time Emma stretched in her sleep like a cat and made a cute little moan. My d**k went all the way hard.

“Well, Drew from that sound, I’m gonna say you saw her.”

“Yeah man, I gotta go.”

I could hear Zac laughing as I disconnected the call.

I quickly slid back in bed behind her. I knew I’d be poking at her but I didn’t care. I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her to me.

She gasped and stiffened then relaxed.

“Good morning, how’d you sleep?”

“Your bed is tiny, girl.”

Her giggle was too cute. “Yeah, well it’s just me, so it’s perfect.”

“Not anymore.” She started to roll over to face me.

She grabbed the sheet and covered her mouth. “I’ve got to brush my teeth.”

I kissed her over the blanket. “Come back to me. When I get done with you, I’ve made you coffee.” I then kissed her forehead and smelled her hair. She smiled and slid her naked ass out of bed.

I heard her in the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and flushed the toilet. When she came back in, her hair had been brushed, too. I gotta admit, I kinda liked the wild untamed look.

When she walked by the bed and made a move to crawl in, I made my move. I launched at her. I snagged her and jerked her to me. I had her thrown on the bed and was attacking her like crazy. I was kissing her like a man starved. I want her to know I’m desperate for her. Her little naked walk to and from the bathroom was enough to have me aching to touch her. Her little hands are on my chest rubbing and squeezing. I rise up over her. I let her be in control last night but I don’t have the patience for that today. I have to take over. I’m gonna run this show. I grab both her hands in one of mine and bite her collarbone. She cries out in pure lust and satisfaction. I put those little hands above her head and attack a pebbled breast. I use my other hand to start lining up her hips. I want her thighs around my waist. She may think it’s missionary but that’s just how it starts.

She’s writhing by this time, grinding herself on me. I go for the other breast. I want her as desperate as I am. She starts mumbling. “Please, please, please, oh god, please.” Yeah, my girl’s ready for me. I start to push into her and pull out. Damn, how is she tighter than last night? It’s gonna take a few good tries. Each attempt earns me more moans and mumblings from her sweet little mouth. I push in a little bit more. Finally the whole head is inside her hot little body. I pump it for a second or two and pull it out. I bite her ear and nibble down her neck. This is so much more fun. Before I can move my head she turns and nibbles on my neck.

“s**t, Emma if you do that while I’m in you, this is gonna be over,” I growl at her. I swear my balls tightened and started to tingle.

She started to giggle and had the audacity to to reply with, “then get in there or I’m gonna make you come early.”

This little vixen. I start to slide in again and it’s like the flood gates have opened. She’s drenched. I’m halfway in this time. I pump her for a few seconds and damn she’s tight, then I pull out. She just whimpers. I start to slide in again and am now fully inside her. I’m balls deep. I pump slowly and rotate. I pull my face back. I want to see her. Her eyes are closed. Her head tilted back. She’s in pure bliss.

I release her hands and her eyes pop open. It’s like she knows the game is fixing to change. I grab one thigh and throw her leg over my shoulder. I bite her calf and start to really pump. Her hands instinctively fist the sheet. Her mouth pops open. I know what I’m doing to her. I’m grating on all her sensitive nerves. I touch her nose. “Look at me Emma. I wanna see you.”

She does and her eyes have changed. The blue is taking over. They are almost teal. I grab the other thigh and it goes over my shoulder too. Now I’m hitting deep, really deep. I mean I hit deep on the regular, but at this angle she feeling all of me. She’s moaning my name in the most guttural voice. It’s so damn sexy. She picks one hand up to rub through my scruffy beard and I bite it. She’s done. She falls apart in my arms. I have her juices running down my balls and dripping on the bed. Her stomach is so tight I could bounce a coin on it. She just keeps coming. It’s the most beautiful sight in the damn world. I want to find my release but I want her to have another. I barely let her relax and my thumb goes to her c**t. Within seconds she’s keyed up again. Her body is almost vibrating. I let one leg down and keep one up. I want to grate that g-spot while I circle her c**t. She’s staring wide eyed at me like I’m possessed. “No ma’am, Emma you’re gonna come again.”

I start to tweak her c**t with one hand and I tweak a n****e with the other and bam she tightens on my d**k like a damn vice. I want to tell her how beautiful she is and amazing but my orgasm hits me like a damn bat. I’m balls deep, holding the wall over her bed for balance while I unload deep inside. I feel like I’m like this for hours but I know it’s not. Finally I realize she’s rubbing one of my thighs and my chest.

“s**t Emma, I need just a minute. I’m sorry. You’re f**kin beautiful. Damn you’re perfect.”

“Andrew, you’re fine. That was intense. Take your time.” She’s comforting me as she continues to rub my thigh. It’s almost unnerving. When I realize I’m not gonna have a heart attack on top of her, I disentangle myself from her perfect legs. I grab her hands and help her up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ve got coffee made. We can make breakfast together.” I immediately kiss her hard on the lips. I can’t admit it yet, but I’ve just had the best s*x of my life with her. I’m a playboy. I screw around. I’ve been with a lot of girls. I’ve had damn good s*x. This was life changing, life affirming s*x. From our conversations, I know it’s the best s*x of her life too, but I’m not up against much.