A Second Chance

Chapter 3 *Jamie* 16 years ago continued* ***steamy scenes***

The constant talking never stopped. We couldn’t see each other much because I worked a normal day shift and he worked an evening shift. But that was fine, because I wanted to take things slow. Now that the s****l door was open, we talked about that more: what we liked, that I was difficult to make o—--m, and that in an effort to help, I typically stopped pleasuring myself when I was seeing someone. He liked that. That I’d be saving my release for him. He liked to be in control and that was perfect because I liked to be controlled. I told him my ‘hard nos’ and he agreed he could live with them.

We didn’t just talk about s*x, of course. We shared about our friends, past relationships, fears, tv shows, jobs, families, wants from life, etc. There wasn’t anything I felt I couldn’t discuss with him.

That Sunday night, I was hanging out with my roommates and they were talking about s*x. We were drinking and sharing stories. They were leaving for a party shortly and I drunkenly texted Jordan that I was horny and if he didn’t come over to f— me, I was going to pleasure myself. He told me I’d better not. I teased him that I had to. I couldn’t sleep in my current condition. He laughed and demanded my address. I assumed he was joking but 20 minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I scrambled to open it and there he was, looking at me both amused and scolding.

“So you demand my presence or threaten me with something I told you not to do, huh?” He accused me as he stepped in the apartment menacingly. I giggled nervously and stepped back a little. He shut the door behind him before turning to me and dipping his head to kiss me quickly. He asked which room was mine and I led him into it. I asked if he wanted a drink, but when I turned back towards him and my bedroom door, he was shutting it, then the light and suddenly he was on me in the dark.

He pushed me towards my queen sized bed until I fell onto it, sitting on the edge. Jordan ripped my nighty over my head, tossing it aside. He fisted my hair and before I knew it, his c— was in my mouth and he was f—ing my throat. I could feel my underwear getting soaked as he controlled me. I tried to put my hands up to touch him, but he swatted them away.

“You don’t get to touch me unless I want you to. And you do not touch yourself without me anymore. You are mine now. Your pleasure is for me to give when I decide you deserve it. Do you understand?” He practically growled at me.

I mumbled “mmmhmm” while he continued to thrust himself in and out of my mouth. He pulled out and stroked my cheek with his fingertips.

“I’m sorry!” I quickly blurted out.

“I forgive you.” He replied as he stood me up, pushed my panties down, and flipped me over. He pulled my a– up towards him and he entered my dripping p—- immediately. I moaned loudly as he f—ed me hard and fast. He spanked me hard. I yelped into the mattress. He pulled out suddenly, coming all over my back. I laid still while he retrieved paper towels and cleaned me up gently.

He laid down next to me on the bed- him, fully clothed and me, completely naked, but I didn’t feel self conscious. We talked for a little while, laughing at me for my ultimatum and my shock at him actually showing up. I told him my n—-- bled a little from the other night and I had finger bruises on my breast and hip. Intrigued, he put the flashlight setting on his phone on and ran the light up and down my body, examining it and appreciating his handiwork. First he looked over the back of me, since I was still laying on my belly and then he flipped me over to get to know my front. If anyone else had ever done this, I’d have felt embarrassed and self conscious but with Jordan, I felt sexy and cared for.

When he felt satisfied that he now knew every inch of me, every freckle and curve, he turned the light off, kneeling at my feet.

“Now, you say you’re difficult to make finish, but I just think you’ve never been with anyone who knows what they’re doing.” He said as he slowly spread my legs. “Let’s just see who’s right. I’ve been dying to taste you, anyway.”

I saw his shadowy outline dip down on the bed and a moment later I felt his tongue on my p—-. I moaned as my head fell back on my pillow and my eyes closed. He licked at my juices, groaning, “Oh Baby Girl. You taste even better than I imagined you would.” Those words made me clench my c— and arch my back. He pushed my legs up towards my head more and really ate me like I was his last meal. I tried to maintain my skepticism that he could make me o—--m but merely a few seconds after thinking that to myself, he put his finger inside me, and I immediately felt myself starting to go. My legs tensed, my hands fisted the sheets and I cried out, shaking.

I was genuinely surprised that I o—-med at all, let alone so quickly. Only one other man had ever succeeded in making me come but that was after 8 months together. Here Jordan was, the second time we were together, making me finish easily, in only a few minutes. If I could have purred, I would have. I was officially his pet.

“Mm,” he murmured as he sucked his finger clean. “See, Baby Girl? I told you it was just a matter of knowing what you’re doing.”

He was smug and amused. I should have been annoyed that he was feeling like big s–t, but honestly, he deserved to. I briefly wondered how many women he’d slept with to be that good at s*x, but I quickly decided I’d rather not know. I told myself it was just his God given talent to truly understand a woman’s body.

He laid down next to me on the bed and I settled my head on his chest. He stroked my back and asked, “I know you want to go slow, but I want to really be with you. Will you be my girlfriend?” I hesitated for just a quick moment before agreeing. He smiled a big, genuine smile and kissed me deeply.

We cuddled for a bit longer before I put my nightgown back on and walked him out. He kissed me sweetly before getting into his car and driving off. Once he texted that he was home safely, I drifted off to blissful sleep.