My Second Chance at Love

Couch shopping

Andrew’s POV…

As soon as the dishes are loaded, I ask emma if she’s ready to go get her a couch. She bolts for the stairs. That girl is plotting on my ass and I know it. My clothes are still down here so I have no excuse to follow.

A few minutes later, I head upstairs. She’s standing in the bathroom. She has on her yoga pants. The ones that earned me a swole up eye a week ago. Her shirt is baby pink. It seems innocent enough. I’m watching her through her mirror as she fiddles with her hair. She’s pulling it up. She’s already put on a little makeup and she looks edible. I bet her lips taste like candy. I’m now trailing my eyes over her arms and down to her breasts. I glance around to her ass and almost fall down to worship her there. I start to look up towards her neck. Her neck is sexy as hell. That’s when I see it. The reason I’m gonna have to beat someone’s ass today.

Her shirt is nearly backless. She’s wearing her nude lace bra. “Emma, you’re gonna have to wear something else,” I groan at her.

Her eyes crinkle with mischief. “No sir. I want to be able to feel your hands when you guide me around.”

Damn. I can’t argue with that.

“Emma, I’m gonna be hard all day.”

“I’ll take care of it when we get back. I promise.” Then that little vixen licked her lips like my d**k was her favorite treat and she was starved for it.

“s**t, I’m hard now.”

She smiled, ducked under my arm and went to her room. She went to her closet and slid a pair of flat tennis shoes on and barreled down the stairs.

“You ready, sexy?” She’s standing there acting like she didn’t just leave me with a massive erection.

Let’s get this show on the road. I grab my truck keys and she glares.

“What, Emma?”

“Can we take my car? You drive. Once I pick one, we can go pick it up in your truck.”

Damn that’s a lot of trust. She wants me to drive her sports car.

“Yeah, but I’ll drive it like I drive you. Hard and fast. That good?”

“That’s the only way to drive it,” she smirks. Damn, she turned that around on me.

We start out of the parking lot and her hand goes to my thigh. s**t it’s gonna be a long day. After three stores, she finally looks at me and has a moment of pure honesty.

“Andrew, babe, I’ve got $150 for a couch. We cannot keep going to furniture stores. Can we go to the home store at the mall? I don’t care if it’s cheap, ugly, or shitty. I just need something.”

“Damn baby, why didn’t you tell me sooner? I’ll pay the difference.”

“No!! I want to do it on my own. I have to. I have to prove that I can.”

I throw my hands up in surrender. “Alright. You can do it on your own. I’ll allow it. Just know, the day is coming where I take over all your problems for you.”

I drive her to the mall. Every quarter mile closer we get, she inches her hand up my thigh. By the time I turn in the parking lot, she’s cupping my balls. I pull into a spot, throw the car in park and kiss her so hard. I want her to know I own her. She begins to tremble with each stroke of my tongue on hers. Finally she releases to breath. She puts her hand on her chest, which is heaving, then looks me dead in the eye.

“I’m not wearing any panties. Let’s go.”

As her door opens, I feel a wet spot on my pants and realize I just let out a huge drop of precum at her proclamation.

I get out and meet her at the back of the car. I lock the doors, pocket the keys, and grab her ass. She turns to look at me, smiling devilishly. I slip a finger in her pants at her hip. I have to be sure. I throw my head back and exhale. All I felt was her soft skin, no panties. Nothing. Just damn skin. F**k! Who owns who here?

As she starts walking in front of me. All I see is skin and barely clad ass. Her back is gorgeous, I reach out and graze it. As I stretch out my steps, I walk beside her. I keep my hand on her back, skin to skin. She glances over at me and smirks. She knows what the hell she’s doing to me. I lean over to whisper in her ear.

“Look at my d**k. Look at how hard it is for you. I’m gonna break the damn zipper on my jeans.”

Her eyes glance down and she inhales audibly. She then throws her head back and cackles. “That’s how I like it, big, hard, and ready for me.”

We’ve finally reached the door to the store she wanted to visit. I reach out and open it for her. As she steps in, I smack her ass. She doesn’t even flinch. We start walking around to the furniture section, my hand on her back and her finger hooked in my belt loop. She leans her head on my shoulder and I inhale her hair. I swear I feel pure peace when I’m near her. I shouldn’t feel like this. Definitely not yet.

We round a corner and there’s a black faux leather couch. Emma picks her head up and points.

“That’s it. That’s the one.”

It’s horrible, but it’s the only one in her price range. It looks terribly uncomfortable and it’s kinda small but I won’t interfere.

She walks up to it and sits. She pats the spot next to her. I sit and wrap my arm around her. It’s not as bad as I expected. I’m gonna break it in later, the right way.

She snatches the price tag off and says, “I’m going to buy it.” I just smile at her. She’s so proud. As she comes around the corner, there’s no one at the register. I tell her I’ll go around to the left if she’ll go to the right. I saw the associate not far to the left. She takes the bait and heads out, determined.

I barrel over to the associate. I hand him $100 out of my wallet and say, “my girl is gonna buy a couch. Lie your ass off. Tell her it’s on clearance. Make her believe you. Don’t look at her ass.”

“Yes…yes sir.” We start walking. I take out my phone and call Emma. She answers.

“Hey girl, I got him. Come on.”

“Oh thanks babe! I’m headed that way.”

We all reach the register at the same time. She hands him her tag proudly. He scans and clicks a few times.

“Oh wow ma’am, it looks like your couch is on sale. Must be clearance. It’s $60.50 total.”

Emma gasped, then glared as me suspiciously. “Andrew, never mind.”

“Thank you sir.” She swiped her card and it went through. He hands the receipt. I snatched it for her. She eyeballed me suspiciously again.

“Emma, you don’t have pockets. Where you gonna put it?”

She narrowed her eyes at me, then asked the sales associate if we can pick it up in an hour. I don’t know why she thinks an hour is enough. I glance at him, “make that two.”

He just nodded and went to mark it sold, being very obvious in his effort to not look at her ass. Poor guy. It’s a fine ass. I know how hard it must be to completely avoid looking at it.