My Second Chance at Love

Dinner and a movie

Emma’s POV…

I cannot believe this man has gotten me a TV, a DVD player, paid for part of my couch, and bought me a couple of meals. Granted, I’m supplying him with plenty of s*x, but I’m getting benefits there too. I’ve never felt so valued; it’s almost unnerving.

We walk into the kitchen and he pulls our food out of the microwave. He starts searching cabinets for plates. I could tell him where they are, but I enjoy watching his clothes stretch over his big body as he reaches and stretches. Finally he finds them.

“Emma, look in the fridge. Grab me a beer, will ya? Get you a drink too.”

“Babe, I don’t have any beer.”

“Emma, look in the fridge.”

I walk to the fridge and open it. There’s Mexican beer and Coke Zero. Those are my favorite. How did he know? I grab he and I each a beer and open them. I go hug him around the waist while he fixes plates. I swear my heart cannot get more full. He’s taking care of me in sweet, little ways and in big, grand gesture ways.

“Hey, do you think you wanna change? Get more comfortable and sit in the living room to eat? Where’s your shorts? I’ll grab them for you.”

He swung around with laughter evident in his eyes, “Emma, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me to take my shirt off.” He smirks at me. “My shorts should be in the dryer. I’d love to wear them. You wanna grab them and pick a movie from your collection?”

I think he’s picking on me and all my movies. Jerk. As I bend over into the dryer, I feel hands on my ass. I didn’t realize he’d already brought our plates and drinks into the living room. I bend over further, giving him more access. I have on my micro lace thong. I want him to notice.

“Emma, do you even have anything on under this?” He asked as his hand trailed up. He started lifting the back of my satin robe as his hands went higher. I knew when he saw my panties from the major intake of air and the sharp thrust of his hips against me. I just keep digging in the dryer for his shorts. His fingers are digging into my hips while he grinds against me as I grab his shorts and stand up, holding them out to him. He growls at me and smirks. He strips off his jeans and boxer briefs simultaneously. He’s now standing in front of me, gloriously naked. He snatches his shorts from me, strokes himself a few times to make sure I get a good view, then puts them on.

I realize my mouth is gaped open as I’m watching the show in front of me. I realize his thighs are massive, probably as thick as my ass is. He’s just this mountain of a man. As I’m all but drooling at him, he steps forward, parting the front of my robe, sliding his hands in, and cups both of my breasts. His lips meet mine in a slow, erotic dance. I feel my stomach begin to tighten and my center begin to moisten.

“Emma, babe, let’s eat. I wanna hold you. I get you tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night. I’ve got to leave Monday to head back to Florida when you leave for work. I don’t want to miss a second with you.”

His words are so genuine and sweet. All the while he’s still massaging my breast with one hand and the other he’s moved under my robe to grab my ass. I feel his hard d**k poking me in the belly.

“Okay, but promise me you’re gonna help me break in my couch before you leave and maybe a kitchen counter.” I’m staring up at him and he’s smirking at me.

“I like the way you think but there’s still the stairs, my truck, I’d love to f**k you in your car. I wanna feel you ride me in the tub. Oh, babe what about against the door? s**t! You wanted to watch a movie? I think we have other things to do.”

“Careful, there Andrew. You’re gonna come see me when you get done in Florida, right?” My stomach is in knots. Why would he want to check all these spots now? What if he doesn’t want me later? My insecurities are back full force and I can’t even look him in the eye.

“Emma, stop. You pick two from our lists. Those we will check off. The rest are to be saved for when I come back or maybe even my next time home. Sound good?”

“Next time?” That’s like six weeks away… he’s planning to come see me in a month and a half. I’ll be almost divorced by then. I look him in his eyes and the blue has shifted to a deep blue that holds nothing but honesty. I want to trust him.

“Yeah Emma. That’s what I said. Next time. Two for today and tomorrow. Two or three for in two weeks. And a couple or three for three weeks after that. Sound good, babe?”

“Yeah,” I reply so breathless I almost don’t recognize myself.

I pull away and walk to where he set our food. I’d picked out a movie but I see that he’s changed it. Honestly, I like his pick better. It’s a documentary and I’m all about it. I thought he’d think I was a nerd. I watch as he puts it in and turns everything on. We sit in my living room and eat amazing Mexican together. Every few minutes I feel him looking at me and I catch the most amazingly sweet looks before he darts his eyes back to the movie.

When it’s obvious that we’ve both had our fill, I get up to clear the plates. He immediately gets up with me. As I rinse plates and forks and load them in the dishwasher, he puts away the remaining food. He disposes of the two beers and asks if I’d like another. I reply with a nod yes. I don’t normally drink much but I am enjoying this relaxing evening with him, however, two beers is not a bender. When he hands me my beer I take it willingly and kiss him hard. The movie is in full discussion mode in the living room and we’re still in the kitchen.

“You tired yet?” He’s whispering in my ear. I love the shivers it sends up and down my body. Apparently he loves the shivers too, because as soon as my n*****s harden he’s fondling them.

“Almost,” it’s the only reply I can get out. Since whispering causes shivers, he’s resorted to scraping his short scruffy beard across my neck. “Oh, mmmm, I thought we were watching a movie.” I’m now moaning and it’s not just a little.

“s**t! Emma, I’m sorry baby. I forgot your sheets. They’re still in the washer.”

I start giggling. “Okay mister. I think we can manage for an hour while they dry. Whatcha think?”

I walk to the dryer and turn my back to him. I open the dryer and untie my robe. I lean down and start pulling out his clothes and folding them. After three items, I allow my robe to fall off completely. I’m now standing in my teeny tiny black micro lace thong. Each item I grab requires me to bend nearly in half, reach all the way in the dryer, then shake it out before folding it.

I glance over my shoulder and see him standing next to the downstairs bathroom door.

“Emma, I don’t want you to think I’m a f**kin perv, but I want to take a picture of you. I want to remember you just like this.”

His shorts are past tented. He follows my line of sight and readjusts the waistband. They’re no longer tented but the head of his d**k is peeking out. Holy s**t.

“Give me one and I’ll give you one, okay?” I ask as a way to agree with him.

He grins at me and pulls my phone out from behind his back along with his. He planned this and I love it.