My Second Chance at Love

Showers and dinner

Emma’s POV…

Andrew begins to move and I groan at him. I don’t want to move. He slides off the bed and I’m still impaled by him. He grabs my hips and pumps a few times then growls.

“Emma, I don’t want to but I’m gonna pull out of your ass now.”

I just giggle. As he tries to pull out I push my ass back towards him. He groans and grabs my hips to steady me.

“Emma, we’re gonna shower and cook then I’m gonna burry myself so deep in your p***y. I’m want to sleep inside you.” Oh that’s different but I’m so turned on by it.

I allow him to pull out of my ass and we go get showered. I’m sore. I hate to admit it but I am. When he takes the time to wash my rear I hiss.

“Oh Emma, I’m sorry. Was I too rough with you?” He’s kissing my neck and he’s so honest in his apology.

“No I’m okay. Just really tender.”

“I’ll stay out of it. There’s another hole I like too.” He slides his fingers into my slit as a reminder of what he’s referencing as he’s saying this to me. I moan quietly into him and we continue to wash each other.

When we’re finished getting clean, we step out and dry off.

“Emma?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you cook naked with me?”

“Oh, mmm sure. There’s nothing that should pop or anything.”

“Good. I want to watch you and absorb your perfect body all night long. We need to make a no clothes after 6pm rule or something when I’m here.” I just laugh in response and kiss him hard. I head down the stairs and begin making the Alfredo sauce.

I’m standing in the kitchen butt ass naked stirring the sauce and cooking the chicken when I feel his hands on my hips and his lips on my shoulder. I’m so entranced by him. He’s perfect.

“What can I help you with?”

“Can you get a pot from down there,” I point to a cabinet, “and start the pasta?”

“Yeah. I sure can. It smells delicious.” He sniffs my neck and I’m unsure whether he’s discussing the food or me.

My stomach clenches in response. I grab a box of frozen garlic bread out of the freezer. Everything is nearly done. I turn and look at him. He’s the most sexy thing I’ve ever seen. He’s now pouring some wine in two glasses. It’s the wine he brought in today. He’s rocking a semi-hard d**k and I want to drop to my knees and suck him off again.

I drop down and suck him into my mouth. He immediately groans in response and puts his hand gently on my head. As soon as he’s fully erect, I lick him like an ice cream cone and stand. He’s left gasping for air, looking like a fish out of water. I begin to fix plates. He grabs me around the hips and turns me to face him. For a moment I see a flash of anger and am actually nervous. He takes my lips in one swift motion.

“Why did you do that? Why would you tease me like that?”

“You looked yummy as usual. I wanted a taste, not a full meal.”

His eyes flash with pure excitement. I realize that it was this that I saw, not anger. The relief I feel is palatable. He sees it.

“Emma what’s that look for?”

“I thought you were mad at me,” I decide to be honest as usual. “I’m still nervous if a man is mad at me.”

“I, Emma, I’m not, oh baby, come here.” He lifts me up and wraps my legs around him. Regardless of our nudity, there is no sexuality to his gesture. He kisses me softly. “I’ll never hurt you. Ever. I value you.” He sets me down and smacks my butt. It’s loud but doesn’t hurt at all. “Now go make me food.” He winks at me and helps to fix plates.

We sit in the living room on the floor cuddled together with a blanket over us. His hand never leaves my thigh.

“Emma this is amazing. Thank you.”

“How long have you been planning to come back early? I want to know how sneaky you are.”

He laughs and kisses me. “Since Friday. I got my boss to agree to work Sunday and then only show up this morning. I spent the drive ordering flowers and getting the wine set up.”

“I found the money you left. You know the cash in my wallet. Thank you.”

“Oh yeah.” The way he said it tells me there’s more stashed somewhere.

“Andrew Miller. You stashed more cash. Where did you put it?” I’m in shock.

He has the audacity to laugh and look embarrassed. “It’s only $60 and it’s in the center console of your car. Emma, I’ll always leave money here for you. Sometimes it will be stashed for emergencies and other times it will just be set out on the counter but you will always be taken care of.”

I’m floored. He truly wants what’s best for me. My feelings for him grow every time I’m near him. “Thank you. Seriously. Thank you. I’ve never felt more cared for in my life.”

I’m sipping my wine and enjoying the warmth that radiates from him. I’ve got to take a minute to clear my head. I stand to go to the restroom and he grabs my hand. “Don’t run from me Emma. I’m here. I’m yours.”

How does he always know? “Okay. I’m not running. I just need a moment to clear my thoughts.” And with that I step past and go to the downstairs restroom. I don’t cry even though I really want to. I sit there and just gasp for air. This is the closest to a panic attack I’ve ever been. I hear him knock on the door and open it. He envelops me in a bone crushing hug. It begins to put the pieces of my fractured heart back together again.

“Come on Emma. I’ve already fixed your lunch for tomorrow and put away the dishes. Let’s get to bed.” He’s soothing my soul. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the stairs. He’s turning off everything as we go. When we get upstairs, he sets an alarm on both of our phones then pulls me into bed. I cuddle into him. I feel his massive erection at my wet entrance and am immediately ready for him. He’s not trying anything. It’s just the way we are lined up when we’re laying down.

I want him. No, I need him. I need him inside me. I need to know that my panic earlier won’t make him leave me. I roll over and climb on top of him. I begin to grind on his d**k. I’m kissing him with full force. He’s taking it and grabbing my hips.

“Baby stop. Are you sure?”

“Dammit Andrew! Yes! I want you. I always want you. I want you hard and deep. Please don’t make me beg you.” My words are pleading with him. He grabs my hips and lifts them up. He sets me down on his d**k and slowly enters me. It’s everything I’ve ever needed.

I begin to grind on him while he fills me. I’m so worked up from how anxious I was that I know it won’t take me long. He can feel that, I know he can. He reads my body like a book. He quickly flips us. Then he flips me face down. I pull my knees under me like last time. I turn to see he’s squatting, not kneeling behind me. I’m so ready for this. It’s going to be rough and I’m needy for it. I’m close already.

He rams into me and I yell out in fulfillment. It’s perfection. I love when he’s rough. He doesn’t stop. He’s thrusting on the balls of his feet using his entire body weight, ramming into me like his life depends on getting his whole body inside me. I come so hard but I don’t lose my position, because he grips my shoulder and holds me steady. He’s holding tightly inside me while I ride the wave of my orgasm. When I finally stop coming, he begins thrusting again, with more force. It immediately makes me come right back to the frenzied state of need that I was in, as if I haven’t just come apart at the seams.

I’m so close but I feel him getting frantic. I reach back beneath me and between my legs. I grab his balls and begin to massage. He’s gone. He slams into me and begins to empty himself into me. His orgasm is so violent that it causes me to erupt into another. It’s a chain reaction. He begins to thump me with the head of his d**k as he’s shooting his load deep inside me and I’m coming again before I stop. This goes on over and over and over. Finally I realize we’re laying side by side, my back to his front, and he’s still inside me. He’s covered us up and is rubbing my face as he tells me how beautiful and perfect I am. That’s how I fall asleep, filled by the most amazing man in the world and being told how perfect I am.