My Second Chance at Love

A homemade dinner

Andrew’s POV…

She’s still coming and coming. As soon as her p***y starts to release I flick my d**k in her and she starts another. I’m talking in her ear but I know she can’t hear it. I don’t give a s**t what I’m saying because she’s so far gone into her orgasm and she’s groaning so loud. She couldn’t hear an alarm.

“That’s right baby. Come again. Give me another. I’m counting these. F**kin hell Emma, one more. God I f**kin love you. s**t. Come again. Give me more. Mmmm yeah. That’s my girl. Just like that.” Her squeezes are slowing and I know she’s coming back so I pull my pinky out of her ass and bite her ear.

“Mmmm babe, I’m so glad you’re mine,” she half whispered and half moaned into my chest.

Oh I’m so far past hers. I let her lean on me for a minute. When I know she’s done and back with me, I slide off the bed. I’m still holding her up. She was sitting on me so her ass is in my hands and my d**k is still in her. I set her down in the bathroom and pull out of her. The amount of fluids she has running down her thighs is so damn sexy.

I nip her collarbone and grab a towel from our morning shower. I start to wipe her up. I reach to grab the other for myself but she beats me to it. She wipes my thighs and my balls. She wipes my d**k and right above it. Then she kisses it on the head very lightly.

Damn.

She kisses me hard on the lips and steps out. I head in her room and pull on my underwear then go downstairs. She comes down a few minutes later in a simple pair of satin panties and a big t-shirt. Her hair is in a bun and she looks stunningly beautiful. It’s nearly 5pm and she’s gonna start dinner for us.

I pour her a glass of wine and grab myself a beer. She starts slicing the peppers. She grabs a big skillet and a pot. She throws the peppers in a dish and begins to slice the chicken into long strips. She heats the skillet and pours a little oil in it. She puts some rice in the pot and covers it in water. Once the oil is hot she tosses in the chicken.

“Hey babe, you want some help?”

“No, I’ve got it. You just sit back, relax and enjoy a little down time.”

“Oh I’m gonna sit back and relax Emma, but I’m enjoying the show. You’re fine as hell in the kitchen.” I’m sitting at the table and watching her. She moves freely in the kitchen like it’s her domain.

She turns and smiles. The chicken is sautéing and she comes and sits in my lap at the table. She’s just resting on me and I’m soaking it in. My hand is on her back and she has one around my neck. The other hand is on my chest over my heart. My other hand is high on her thigh.

“Emma, why did you get married?”

“I was in my first year of college. I lost my virginity to him in high school. I thought I loved him but was realizing quickly that I didn’t. I told him two months before the wedding that I didn’t want to get married. He told me that no one would ever have me. I was soiled. I was used up. He used all the words that made me think I’d be a disappointment to my family. They’re religious. I felt trapped, so I did it. I was only eighteen. He was twenty-three.”

“Babe, I’m sorry.” I grab her and pull her to me. I hug her so tight.

“Don’t be. If I hadn’t wasted time with him, I may not have ever met you. Who knows. Maybe I never loved him. Maybe I loved the idea. I honestly don’t know anymore.”

God! She sounds so sad. She stands to check the chicken. She grabs the skillet handle and tosses the chicken. Even piece flips and lands back in the skillet, sizzling again. How is she so talented?!?! She opens the cabinet and pulls out spice after spice. She starts sprinkling and shaking them over the chicken then putting them back in the cabinet. The smells are so enticing. Next she reaches in the fridge and pulls out butter and the soy and teriyaki sauce from earlier.

She add salt to the rice and stirs it. She then throws the peppers in the skillet and puts a little water on them. She places a lid on top and comes to perch back in my lap. This time she brings her wine glass. We sit in silence. I’m just staring at this woman. She stands and takes the lid off, adds the sauces, tosses the contents again and replaces the lid. She puts some butter in the rice and adds a little garlic and soy to it.

She pulls plates and forks out. She puts rice down first and then puts the chicken and peppers on the edge of the rice and on the plate. It’s a beautiful meal. When I take a bite, I moan at the beautiful flavors. It’s spicy and sweet. So damn good. We eat our meal. We aren’t rushed. There’s no deadlines. Just two people that are eating and enjoying being near one another. During the entire meal, our feet are entwined under the table. Hers are so little and soft.

“Emma, do you cook every night?”

“Yeah, and I take the leftovers to work for lunch. The fruit is for my snacks or breakfast.”

“How often do you eat out?”

“Ummm I don’t really have the money to eat out now. Used to, I’d eat out once a week or so. Now I have budgeted my money really close. I have about fifteen extra dollars a month outside of groceries and gas, so eating out will be rare.”

“Babe,” I even hear the pain this revelation she gave causes me, “what about if you’re tired from work?”

“Hmmm, I guess I’ll do something simple. Like breakfast or pasta. I don’t know.”

Shit. I’m gonna stash some cash in her wallet before I leave and I’m gonna fill up her car with gas. It’s not much but it’s gonna happen. I’ll probably even leave some cash in her car too. I should still have a couple hundred in cash in my wallet.

She’s just sitting there looking at her plate now. I hope she isn’t ashamed.

“Emma, you’re good. You know that, right? You’ve got this. You’re strong and determined. I grew up poor as dirt. Our dinners were canned beef stew or hotdogs. If we were lucky, we’d have ravioli out of a can. Money is tight but you’re making it.”

She looks up and me and smiles a tiny smile. “Thank you. I’m gonna make it. I’m gonna be happy. I can do this.”

I stand and start to clear plates. She goes to a cabinet and grabs a dish and fixes her lunch for tomorrow.

“Hey Andrew, do you want me to fix you some for while you travel tomorrow?”

I won’t be able to heat it up but I’ll take it to my hotel for supper tomorrow night.

“Yeah babe, that would be awesome. Thank you. You’re so thoughtful.” I reach around her waist and kiss her neck.

I continue to grab dishes and rinse them in the sink. Once she is done with fixing to go food, she starts to load the dishwasher. I take a rag and wipe down the table while she does the same to the stove and counter. We both finish at the same time.

She turns and kisses me hard, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome babe. Thanks for dinner. It was delicious.”

She turns to the fridge and grabs the whipped cream we got earlier.

“Ready for dessert?”

“Hell yeah. I washed the sheets I bought you. We can get as messy as we want.”

“Good. Where’s the rope? I believe it’s my turn.”

Oh f**k!