My Second Chance at Love

Showers and breakfast

Emma’s POV…

Andrew pulled me out of bed and I question if my bones are made of jello. I grab his hand and walk to the bathroom. He pulls my hand and turns me, stealing another kiss. You’d think this man has had no kisses from me. I turn away, fearing my knees will give out if he keeps kissing me. When I reach over and turn on the shower, his hand rubs my rear. I look over my shoulder at him, but he’s completely focused on my ass. I turn to the cabinet over the toilet and grab a couple of towels out. I know he’s as dirty as I am, so I plan to pull him in with me.

When the water is right I step in, grab his hand and pull. His eyes meet mine and he groans, but he steps in with me. I pull the shower curtain closed and his masculine smell immediately fills the small space. I push him under the shower spray and allow the water to wash over him. I step close so I get some of the spray as well. I wet my loofah and put some soap on it. I start to wash him and notice he’s already halfway hard. Damn. I then wash myself. I grab the shampoo and wash my hair. I offer him some and he leans his head down. He wants me to wash his hair. That’s really intimate. I scrub his head and notice with every rub and scrub, his d**k gets harder and harder.

Once he’s squeaky clean and so am I, I swap and rinse. I swap back, putting him under the spray. I drop my loofah. When I squat to get it, I take him in my mouth. His hand flies to the wall and the other to my head. The stream of expletives from his mouth is almost enough to make me laugh but I know not to. I grab his balls in my left hand and fist his shaft with my right. I moan hard onto him hoping the vibration will excite him. The stream of precum tells me I did just right. I continue to fist and massage while working his d**k with my tongue. I take him all the way to the back of my throat moaning every time. I want him to know I’m enjoying this as much as he is.

After a few minutes, he grabs me by the hair, tightening his hold. “Emma, I’m about to come. You don’t have to do this. Please know that. I’m so close. Please either get ready or get ooooo,” but it was too late. The stream that came out of him was so impressive. If this is what he unloads after twice coming inside me, I’m glad he didn’t let me last night. I swallow and swallow. Inevitably some runs out of my mouth. It’s just too much. It’s so masculine and manly. Damn I’m so turned on. I wanted this as bad as he did. Finally he releases me and pulls me up and kisses me hard. He doesn’t care that he just came in my mouth or that I have some on my chin.

“F**kin hell, Emma, so damn good. I’ve never come from head alone. Ever.” I just smile at him and proceed with washing my face. As soon as the water has rinsed the remaining suds off my face, I feel his hands gripping my hips from behind. I brace myself with the wall. He slowly enters me from behind. He’s pushed me against the wall and the water is now hitting him and bouncing off and hitting me. I knew I was wet from sucking him off, but I didn’t realize I was so wet that he’d slip all the way in with no resistance. Once he’s fully inside me, he reaches one hand around to begin to assault my c**t while the other slowly squeezes my hip.

“Emma, this is gonna be fast and hard babe. Tell me if I need to slow down or stop. Please, don’t let me hurt you.” His voice is all gravel again. I don’t understand how he’s already so hard. I don’t understand how I’m already so turned on. He slowly drags nearly all the way out, then slams into me. The pressure and friction mixed with a smidge of pain is glorious. My legs begin to shake. He begins to pinch and pull on my c**t, rotating his hips and grinding into me. All I can do is stand there and take it. I hear a noise and realize it’s me. I’m moaning so loud, I’m sure my neighbors hear it.

He begins to pull out again and I attempt to brace myself. He slams back in and grates and rotates, then immediately pulls back again. Every time he pulls back the process gets faster and harder. It’s torture but it’s phenomenal. I’m about to beg him to make me come but then he leans into me. His big body cages me against the wall, not even slowing the torture he’s performing with his d**k. He begins to whisper in my ear while he nibbles my neck. All I hear is, “Emma, I wanna get dirty and shower with you every day. The way your sweet p***y is squeezing me right now is the sexiest damn thing I’ve every felt. I love feeling you come. Come for me. I’ll hold you. I’ve got you babe. I won’t let you down.” I’m gone. I’m limp and shaking. He’s biting my neck and scraping my shoulder with his scruff. I think he has finished too because he’s stiff and grunting. Once I’m back on Earth, I realize he still damn talking. “That’s my girl. That’s my sweet perfect girl. Yeah, you gave it all to me didn’t you. Mmmmm, f**k yeah you did. That p**y’s mine, isn’t it? Mmmmm when we get done today I’m gonna feast on it. Mmm beautiful baby.” All the while he’s holding my whole body weight in one arm, his semi-hard d**k is still inside me, and his other arm is rubbing my face.

I think I smile at him. “You back with me, babe?”

“Mmmmm I think.” I stand up and realize how limp I really am. He grabs my loofah off the floor and begins to wash me where he just filled me. I’m so sensitive I just gasp.

“Emma, I’m just getting you cleaned up… again. Don’t get any ideas.” He laughs and kisses me on the head, the steps out. I’m still shocked, standing under the spray. His arm reaches in, turns off the water, and jerks the curtain back. He begins to wrap the towel around me.

“Do I need to carry you to your room too?” He just smiles his cocky, crinkly eyed smile at me.

“Nope, I’ve got it.” I’m gonna torture him today. I step out and towel off. Once done, I bend over right in front of him and wrap my hair up. I’m now fully naked. I stand in front of the mirror to put my contacts in, then go to my room.

I pull on one of sleep camisoles and a pair of panties. I then see them. “The” black lace panties from our first night on the phone. I change to those. I pull my hair out of the towel and head down. He’s standing in the living room in his boxer briefs on the phone. His eyes go wide and follow me to the kitchen.

I decide on pancakes and bacon. It’s fast and easy. I grab a mug and fill it with coffee and start the batter. He walks in and grabs the bacon from the counter and begins searching for a pan.

“Bottom cabinet next to the oven, to the left.”

He moves with ease. Next thing I know he’s frying bacon. I grab a pan and begin the pancakes.

“What kind of batter is that, Emma?”

“It’s homemade.”

“Hey Emma, can I do some laundry while I’m here?”

“Of course. It’s right across from that bathroom.”

He steps away from the bacon and a few minutes later he comes back. He’s started his own laundry.

“How are you so self sufficient, Andrew?”

“My mom left us when I was little. It was my dad, my brothers and me. When he worked, I was the adult, starting at twelve.”

I blink back the tears from his lost childhood. I plate pancakes and get the syrup.

We sit at the table and eat breakfast as if we didn’t just fall apart in each other’s arms multiple times this morning. When we’re done, he clears the table while I load the dishwasher.

“You ready to go get that couch, Emma?”