Second Chance at Love

Chapter 25

Feeling him settle down next to me, I can’t bring myself to look at him. I never would have imagined that he could look so dam hot. How the hell can he keep this shape? I don’t remember him looking like this back in high school. He must work out. If he doesn’t and looks like this. Dam!

I can feel him looking at me, but I just can’t turn my head toward him.

When’s the last time I felt this nervous?

“Are you sure you’re ok with me staying here, in your bed, tonight? I can sleep on the sofa or leave. Your breathing so heavily, I’m scared you’ll pass out or have a heart attack.” He says with concern in his voice.

“I’m fine. It’s fine. You can stay here. It’s just…”

“It’s just what?”

“Y-You are the first person I’ve had in here since…last year…” I whisper out.

“Seriously?! You haven’t been with anyone, not even for one night in the past year?” He asks, pulling himself up and laying his head in the palm of his hand, looking at me sideways.

Feeling myself getting red, I pull the covers over my head.

“No, I haven’t,” I mumble out from underneath.

“Why are you hiding under there? There’s no shame in that. I was just a bit curious. I’m kind of happy about it.” He says.

Does he feel no shame saying this to me!?

“You happy I didn’t have s*x in the past year!” I say flinging away my cover and sitting up in bed, looking at him a little enraged.

“Easy there. That’s not what I mean. I’m just happy to be your first here since…” He says, not finishing his sentence. But I know what he was about to say.

“I’m not that easy. And I have hands, you know!” I say without thinking.

Realizing what I just told him, I turn beet red, putting a hand over my face to cover up the embarrassment I’m feeling right now.

“Oh, really now. And what do you do with those hands?” He says in a husky voice, crawling up on all force next to me, pulling my hand out of my face, pushing me back down gently.

“What are you doing?” I say with a small squeaky voice.

“I’m asking you, what do you do with those hands?” He says again, making my breath hitch.

“I-I am not telling you this,” I whisper out shyly.

Seeing him give me a crooked smile, I have a bad feeling about what’s going to happen next.

“You could always show me.” He says to me calmly.

How can he say something like this and not even blink an eye?

Slowly starting to crawl over me, I can’t seem to get myself to move or push him away.

Do I even want to push him away? I know I told him no s*x or s****l things tonight, but did I really mean it?

Closing my eyes in anticipation, I can feel his breath on the side of my face. He’s getting closer and closer to me. Each second that passes, seem to last an hour and not mere seconds.

What is he doing to do?

And then all I can hear, is him trying to muffle his laughter.

What the hell?!

Opening back my eyes, I see him sitting next to me with his hand over his mouth. Feeling my nervousness being replace by outrage and resentment, I take my pillow and throw it in his face

“You’re an asshole!!!” I semi yell out to him, not wanting to wake up Kaylee.

Getting up, I put on my bathrobe and leave my bedroom.

“I’m sorry, Tasha! Hey, wait up. I’m sorry, I should have teased you like this. Please forgive me!” I hear him say from inside my bedroom, but I just ignore him and walk into the kitchen, stopping in front of the sink, pouring myself a glass of water.

He tries slipping his arms around my waist, but I just slap his hand away.

“I’m really sorry, it was a d**k move. I just couldn’t help it. If I didn’t stop myself, I knew I wouldn’t stop at all, and I don’t want to make you hate me not respecting that you didn’t want to have s*x. And I get it. You and I are just getting to know each other again and there is no rush for this. But teasing you was just too tempting. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” He says with a pleading voice.

Turning around, I can see in his face that he really feels bad. But now, I feel really hot and bothered by the earlier anticipation.

Could I really let myself go? Am I going to regret it after? It’s Mathieu that’s in front of me right now. I have fantasized about doing many and everything with him before. Can’t I just let myself be free and have what I have wished for?

I have been alone for over a year, and desires and impulses don’t go away just because I’m alone. I have m*********d, but it’s not the same thing. I do want to feel more. Doing it yourself isn’t the same as having someone else give you every sensation your body craves.

Looking back up at him, I lift my hand to his arms and slowly lift it upward, feeling each and every one of his muscles along the way.

“What are you doing?” Mathieu ask surprised by my sudden action.

“I’m touching your arm,” I say in a low, sensual voice.

Slowly, I glide my fingers across his chest, making him shiver underneath my fingers.

“You need to stop.” He says closing his eyes, gulping loudly.

“Why do I need to stop?” I ask, not stopping my finger from tracing each of his abs.

“If you don’t stop, I can’t guarantee that I will.” He says, taking a sharp breath in as I take my other hand to feel his growing length through his boxers.

“What if I told you I changed my mind?” I ask, licking my lips slowly.

“Are you sure about this? Are you 100% sure you won’t regret this?” He asks taking in a sharp breath.

“Nothing is ever a 100% certain, but right now, this is what I want,” I say decisively.

As I’m about to slip my hand in his boxers, he grabs me by my waist and lifts me up on the counter, making me squeal, but takes over and devours my lips, muffling my voice in a moan.

Pulling on the back of my hair down, he kisses me so fervently I can barely put my thoughts together.

He slowly takes his mouth to my neck, down to my shoulder, pulling my straps down, cupping my breast, and gently squeezing it with his other hand.

I want to, oh, god I want to let him take my body. I want him to tear away my cloth and spank me. I want him to take me hard on this counter.

“What do you want?” I hear him say against my warms and tender skin.

“What?” I say, surprised by his question.

“What. Do. You. Want?” He asks again, saying each word with conviction.

He’s seriously asking me what I want him to do?!

“Tell me where on your body do you want me to touch.” He whispers out. “Where do you want my fingers to slide to next?” He says kissing the top of my beast with his warm wet lips.

What do I tell him? What do I want?

“Or you could show me what you want. Take my hand and guide it.” He says in a commanding tone, placing his hand in mine, making me feel wetter than I already am.

Taking a firm yet gentle grip on his hand, I slowly guide it to my hips.

“I-I want your lips on me,” I tell him.

“Where? Tell me exactly where you want my lips.” He says huskily.

“I want them all over me.”

Looking at me from atop, I lick my lips again, gulping a little in anticipation.

He then slowly starts kissing my breast again, taking my n****e into his mouth and sucking in it gently, making my breath hitch.

Oh, god!

Letting go, gently grazing his teeth on the tip, he slowly kisses my stomach, gently liking my skin with each kiss until he arrives at the top of my shorts.

Looking at me from down between my legs, he then picks me up swiftly, putting each of my legs on each side of his head, holding on to my ass, walking out of the kitchen.

Arriving back into my bedroom, I gently place me on my back, ripping my shorts and underwear at the same time, licking my folds with his warm, strong tongue.

“Oh, god! Mathieu!” I exclaim, not thinking he would take his lips to my fold this quickly.

This feels like heaven!

Feeling him put just the right amount of pressure on my numb, I can feel the tingly feeling starting to spread all over my folds.

“Oh, Mathieu, just like that! Don’t stop” I say, putting my hands on his head, holding onto his hair.

Breathing in faster and faster to each stock of his tongue, until I feel myself come all over his face.

Putting my hand over my face, I’m trying to catch my breath.

“How was it?” Mathieu asks, whipping his face with a great big smile.

“That was…Wow.” Is all I manage to say.

“I’m glad it was satisfying.” He says, winking at me.

Crawling up next to me, he pulls me against him placing the cover on top of the both of us.

“I’m glad you let me stay over,” He says, kissing my shoulder.

“Me too.” I reply before closing my eyes and settling in his arms.