A Second Chance

Chapter 6

Jonah didn’t come home ‘til after midnight. He looked wrecked too.

“Where were you?” I asked him. “I’ve been worried sick!”

He looked at me. “At the bar. With some of the guys.”

“What ‘guys’?”

“The ones from pool. They were at the bar when I got there. So I shot pool and drank all night.” I was surprised he could talk straight. But then he usually can when drunk.

“How did you get home?”

“Ron drove me in my truck, and Steve followed him.” They were both good friends and happened to be on our pool team, along with their brother Ray.

“Well, I’m glad you’re safe. But you could have at least sent me a text telling me you were ok. I’ve been calling and texting you all f***ing night Jonah!” I yelled at him. I hardly ever lose my temper with him, but dammit I didn’t know where the f*ck he was or if something had happened. I really was worried sick!

“Cut me some slack, it’s been a bad day-err week, or whatever,” he said and waved his hand.

I had to take a deep breath and count to ten before I could respond. “Jonah, I understand a lot of sh*t has happened. I’ve been right here with you. If you need to take some time to go shoot pool, or have some drinks or even take a drive, I’m ok with that. But at least have the f***ing courtesy to return a f***ing text so I don’t start thinking you’re lying dead in a f***ing ditch somewhere!” I was shouting and I could feel the tears streaming down my face. “I know that they are your kids, but I love them like my own. You’re not the only one who’s hurting over this!” I was full on crying now. After the week we’ve had, on top of everything else that had been going on, the dam finally broke. But how could he not realize that he’s not alone in this? I am right there with him and I had every intention of helping him get those kids back.

Seeing me cry broke him. I knew he hated to see me cry, but I couldn’t help it. I was hurting too and it felt like he was shutting me out. “Babe, please don’t cry. You know I can’t stand it,” he said as he wrapped me in his arms.

“I can’t help it,” I said. “I’ve been trying so hard to be strong for you and the kids. Then the state took them. So I’ve been keeping it together for you, being strong for you. Because I know this hurts you more than it does me and because I know how angry you are. But when you take off and shut me out, it hurts, Jonah. It hurts more than you could imagine.” I pulled away and looked up at him. “I know this is hard for you baby. And I know you feel helpless right now. But I am right here, I am by your side and I am not going anywhere. All I ask is that you talk to me, even if it’s to tell me you need time. Just don’t shut me out Jonah. Please.”

Jonah wiped the tears from my face then kissed my forehead. “I’m so sorry, Taliah. I really didn’t think at all,” he said. “I was just so f***ing p*ssed with that b*tch! And I really miss my kids, so much it hurts. I just…..I really just wasn’t thinking at all. I just wanted to block it all out.” He held my face and looked at me. “I am truly sorry, baby. I promise I won’t shut you out again, ok?” He looked imploringly into my eyes. “Ok?” he said again.

“Ok,” I replied. “It’s been a long night. Let’s just go to bed.”

He kissed my forehead and then my lips. “Ok,” he said, “to bed.”

The next morning we were both up early. It was Friday and there really wasn’t much to do. Jonah had a meeting with the child custody lawyer. I decided to catch up on my chores. I cleaned the house one room at a time, while doing loads of laundry. I vacuumed all the rugs, I swept and mopped all the floors, I scrubbed the bathroom ‘til it shone, and the kitchen was so clean, it sparkled. The washer and dryer were in the basement and we were on the second floor, so I was getting exercise while doing the laundry. Once the house was clean, I decided to strip all the beds. While the linens were in the wash, I folded and put away the rest of the laundry. After I put the linens in the dryer, I attempted to read for a while. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t concentrate. Instead, I switched the TV on and scrolled through Netflix looking for something stupid and funny to watch. I finally found a movie with Will Ferrell, whom I find hilarious, and put it on. Halfway through, I went to check on the linens to find they were all dry. I went back up and remade all the beds, then went back to watching my movie.

Jonah had left just after breakfast that morning. He had the meeting with the lawyer, and then he was going to help his cousin with a painting job. He wouldn’t be home until dinner time. Tristan had decided to go to his dad’s a few days early. I couldn’t blame him. The atmosphere at our house was a bit depressing. After the movie was over, I decided to find something to make for dinner. I found some chicken breasts and started prepping them to be baked. As I was finishing prep, my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID; it was my mom.

“Hello mother,” I answered.

“Well, hello daughter whom I haven’t heard from in days. I didn’t know if you were still alive,” she said. Normally I would laugh but I was too down.

“I’m sorry Mom,” I said, “It’s been a really rough week.”

“What happened?” she asked. I told her about Missy and Dennis getting arrested, the kids being taken, the situation with Missy and Dennis and all the stuff we found out, and a rundown of the talk with the child services worker.

“Wow,” my mom said. “That’s a lot to take in. How’s Jonah handling it?”

“Well, he’s hurting. He’s angry and he feels helpless right now. And he really misses the kids. We both do,” I said.

“I am so sorry my love,” my mom said, “I wish there was something I could do to help.”

“I know, Mom. But all any of us can do right now is try to be patient and wait to find out what the next step will be.”

“Hang in there baby girl. Everything is going to work out,” she said. “Just have to take it one day at a time.”

“I know. I’m just trying to be strong for Jonah. He’s having a rough time.”

“It’s understandable. I hope he knows how lucky he is to have you.”

We talk for a few more minutes before we say our good-byes. I put the chicken in the oven to bake. Then I cut up potatoes and set them to boil. I made some gravy for the chicken, and then opened a can of peas for Jonah and corn for me. Jonah got home as I was mashing the potatoes.

He walked up behind me and kissed my neck. “Smells good in here,” he said.

I smiled. “Dinner is just about ready,” I told him.

“Ok, let me just go wash my hands and I’ll be right back.”

Five minutes later, we were sitting down and starting our dinner. He told me about the job he did with his cousin, the few minor issues they came across and he told me about the guy who hired them. I told him about my boring day of laundry and housework. “How did the meeting with the lawyer go?” I asked him.

“Good,” he said. “She doesn’t have much of an opinion on our chances either way right now. She said we have to wait and see what kind of plan our case worker is gonna set up for us. She’ll have a better understanding of our odds once she sees what the worker wants us to do to get the kids back.”

“So in other words, we still have to wait,” I sighed.

“Pretty much,” Jonah said.

The rest of our dinner was quiet. When we were done, I started gathering up dishes to put in the dishwasher. Jonah grabbed my hand. “You made dinner, I’ll clean up. You go relax for now.” He gave me a kiss on the lips and a smack on the a.ss then sent me away. I decided to do something nice for him and run him a hot relaxing bath. I put in some lavender bath oils to help his body relax. I gathered all his bathing essentials and put them on the shelf next to the tub, and I put a towel on the counter. As I was turning the water off, I heard Jonah come into the bathroom.

He put his arms around me. “What are you doing?” he asked me.

“Running you a hot bath,” I replied.

“Why?”

I turned around to look at him. “Well, because you’ve had a stressful week. You have been through a lot. You deserve a chance to relax,” I told him. “Now, arms up,” I said. He complied and I pulled his shirt up and over his head, then tossed it into the laundry basket. Then I took off his tank top and threw that in the laundry. Jonah brought his arms back down and rested his hands on my shoulders, watching me. I brought my hands to the waistband of his jeans to unbutton then unzip them. I then proceeded to push his jeans and his boxers down to the floor. He stepped out of them before I could say anything and kicked them to the side. I stood back and stared at my man, my s*xy man, in all his naked glory. I couldn’t help but admire and appreciate the view.

“Ahem,” from Jonah, clearing his throat and distracting me from my lustful thoughts.

“Yes, ok, well, let’s get you into the tub,” I said while my face turned beet red. Jonah laughed at me, and then climbed into the tub, giving me a kiss on the lips as he passed me. I took my shirt off and kneeled on the side of the tub. Our apartment had a small master suite with a bathroom, so we had a large tub, thankfully too because Jonah was a big guy.

I had Jonah dip his head under the water, and then I grabbed his shampoo, put some in my hands and started to wash his hair. I massaged his head gently, from front to back, and all around. Jonah closed his eyes as he moaned in pleasure. I turned the water on and grabbed the hose attachment to rinse the soap from his head. Once I was done with his hair, I grabbed his loofah and lathered it up with Jonah’s soap. I had him sit up so I could wash his back, then let him lie back so I could continue with his front. I washed his arms, scrubbing especially hard in the pits. I continued down washing his chest and stomach, tickling his belly button. Then I moved down to his legs and his feet.

I rinsed the loofah and set it to the side. Then I grabbed his soap again and put some in the palm of my hand. I started to rub my hands together.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he watched me.

I didn’t answer him. Instead, I brought my hands down to his c*ck and started stroking it up and down with one hand while the other started massaging his balls. He laid back and moaned aloud. His c*ck had started growing hard in my hand. I continued to stroke him, up, down, up, down, up, down. Now his d**k was rock hard in my hand. As I continued to stroke him, I started to rinse the soap off of him. I also released the water plug for a moment to allow some to drain out. I wanted his c*ck completely out of the water.

Once I was satisfied with the water level, I put the plug back. Jonah’s c*ck was hard and it was clear of soap. I leaned over the edge of the tub and took his p**is into my mouth. As I moved back up I swirled my tongue around the tip of his d**k, licking up some prec*m. I gently massaged his balls while I bobbed my mouth up and down his d**k, licking his length. Jonah grabbed my hair and held my head while I sucked his c*ck like a lollipop.

I knew he was close as his balls were growing tight in my hand. I sucked harder and before I knew it, I could feel his c*m running into my mouth. I continued sucking and licking him until he was dry. When he was done, I pulled back while swallowing his c*m, and licked my lips seductively.

“Why don’t you get dried off and then come to bed,” I said to him, smiling. “I’ll meet you there.” I left him in the tub and went into our bedroom.

While he was getting out of the tub and drying off, I changed into a nightgown and crawled into bed. I put my phone on the charger and was just getting comfortable when Jonah crawled in behind me. He spooned me from behind. He started to trail his fingers up and down my thigh, sending shivers through my body. I wiggled my butt closer to him and felt his bulge start growing hard. I started turning towards him, but his hand stopped me.

“Uh uh,” he whispered in my ear, “this is my show now.”

He continued to run his hands up and down my legs, using his fingertips to lightly graze my skin. He continued his path to my stomach and then slipped his hand under my shirt and up to my chest. He started to knead my breast, while rubbing my n***le between his thumb and his finger. I felt his lips on my neck, leaving a trail of kisses before licking back along the track his lips took. His hand moved to my other breast and started to pinch my n***le while rubbing the tip. It sent a wave of pleasure through my body.

Jonah started moving his hand back down my stomach and slipped into my panties. His fingers ran up and down my p**sy lips. “So wet already,” he said.

Jonah slipped a finger inside of me and started to push in and out. I started rocking against his hand. “Stay still,” he whispered in my ear. He moved from behind me then rolled me on my back. “Lift your arms.” I complied and he pulled my nightgown over my head and tossed it aside. Immediately, his mouth was on my breast. His tongue swirled around my n***le over and over again. While he devoured my breasts with his mouth, his hand moved down to my panties. He started to massage my cl*t through the fabric. I moaned aloud while running my hands through his hair.

Jonah kept massaging my cl*t and lightly biting my n***les. I was getting close to the edge. Suddenly, Jonah ripped my panties off and slipped two fingers inside of my p**sy and started to pump them in and out. His mouth continued to ravage my n***les. I felt myself getting close. My walls squeezed his fingers as he continued to pump them in and out of me.

Then, without warning, he stopped. I looked up at him, confusion clear on my face. Jonah gave me a sly smile before moving down my body until his face was between my legs. He ran his tongue slowly up my folds, from the back to the front, swirling his tongue around my cl***ris. He slipped two fingers inside me again and continued to massage with my cl*t with his tongue while he pumped his fingers in and out of me. I moaned again and again, I was in ecstasy. I started rocking my hips against his hand and face. He put his other hand on my stomach and looked at me. “Don’t move or I won’t let you c*m.”

I gasped and just nodded my head. Jonah went back to licking my cl***ris while f***ing me with his fingers. I started to play with my own n***les to add to the pleasure. I could feel my orgasm starting to build down below. I moaned, “Faster!” and he obliged. I continued to roll my n***les with my fingers; Jonah continued ravishing my lady parts. I knew he could tell I was close; he pumped his fingers harder and licked my cl*t faster. I rolled my n***les harder.

Then, without warning, Jonah bit down on my cl*t and sucked while his fingers kept pumping. I instantly pinched my n***les hard and fell over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through my body. My p**sy walls clenched Jonah’s fingers while I rode out my orgasm. When I thought it was almost done, Jonah bit down again and sent me over the edge with another orgasm. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, sucking every ounce of my juices that he could. His fingers continued to rub my cl***ris, making me c*m more and my orgasm last longer. Jonah just lapped up my juices like he couldn’t get enough.

When it was over, Jonah crawled up my body, trailing kisses along the way, making my skin heat up again. He ran his hands up my sides, trailing his fingers along the side of my breasts, skimming his thumbs over my already sensitive n***les.

Jonah continued to kiss up my body until he reached my mouth. Then he devoured me, shoving his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself. I felt his c*ck hard between my legs. I opened them wider and he easily slipped inside, as my p**sy was still soaking wet. I moaned into his mouth. He started to pump in and out slowly, just massaging my walls with his c*ck. Oh, it felt so f***ing good! I wanted him to move faster. It was like he could read my mind, because he did start moving faster.

Jonah continued to kiss me passionately while he f***ed me. I pulled back for a moment. “Don’t c*m,” I said, “I want to see how long you can go before I scream for you to c*m inside me.”

“Challenge accepted,” he said. He then started to pound me harder before he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. He pulled my a.ss up into the air before giving it a hard smack. I yelped in surprise more than pain.

Jonah started to massage my p**sy lips with his fingers, before he gently teased me with the head of his c*ck.

“Jonah, I need you inside of me, now,” I begged. Jonah slammed into me before the last word was out of my mouth. He started to pump in and out of me. He reached around with his hand and started rubbing my cl*t. He knew this wasn’t one of my favorite positions, so he tried to make it more pleasing for me. I was already soaked from my first orgasm, and I was already extremely aroused again.

Jonah f***ed me from behind for quite a while. Then he pulled me back against him, my back to his chest. He slowly pumped his c*ck while kissing my neck. He used one hand to rub my cl*t and the other to play with my n***le. I could feel myself soaking him to the hilt. Whatever he was doing, it felt so f***ing good. But I wanted control. I wanted to ride his d**k until I couldn’t c*m anymore. Somehow he sensed what I wanted, because he gently pushed me away from him, turned so he was laying on his back, then pulled me on top of him.

I gently eased myself onto his c*ck, feeling him fill me inch by glorious inch. Once he was all the way in, I leaned down to kiss him. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and gently caressed his. I slowly started to rock my hips, building the friction that would bring me to my knees. Jonah gently pushed me up and moved his mouth to my breast and sucked my n***le into his mouth. I ground his c*ck over and over again.

After a few minutes, I leaned back and started to ride his d**k hard and fast. Jonah started massaging my n***les with both hands. I moved one of my hands between my legs and started to rub my cl*t vigorously while I continued to ride the f*ck out of his d**k. I felt the pressure building quickly.

“Oh, Jonah,” I moaned. “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t f***ing stop!” He willingly obliged and continued to play with my n***les. I rode him faster while I continued rubbing my cl*t.

Suddenly, I fell over the edge and my orgasm rippled through me violently, causing my body to tense and clench around his d**k tightly. But still, he didn’t stop what he was doing, nor did I, and I rode my orgasm, wave after violent wave. I moaned loudly. “F*ck Jonah! I’m gonna c*m again, c*m with me! Ah f*ck, Jonah c*m with me!”

As Jonah pinched both my n***les, I pinched my cl*t, and my walls convulsed around Jonah’s c*ck, bringing forth his own orgasm. I rode out my orgasm, then collapsed on his chest. He looked at me and smiled. “I think that was much needed, for both of us,” he said. All I could do was nod in agreement.

He chuckled softly, and then kissed my temple before rolling us over putting himself on top of me. Jonah kissed my nose, and then gently pulled out of me. I got up to use the bathroom, cleaned myself up then climbed back into bed. I was so exhausted; I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.