Page 102 of Second Chance

“I know you’re leaving, but I’m afraid if I don’t take the chance I never took before, I’ll lose out. I’ll lose you.” She exhales, and her voice lowers. “Again.”

She pauses before adding, “And I wondered if you’d like to take a chance with me?”

I fall to my knees, my fingers fumbling with the tie at her waist. Instantly, the dress falls open, and I’m met with black panties that match the bra and set my dick weeping. Cut like a V over her most precious part, the material curves upward over her hips. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen next to the demi-cup bra with lace that hardly contains her up top.

“Did you wear this for me?” I address her while I open my mouth to exhale a heavy breath over her center. “What were you planning to happen tonight?”

If she answers me, I don’t hear it as I remove the scrap of lace material and cover her pussy with my lips. My tongue snakes out instantly, devouring her, dulling the words in my head.

I loved you.

She couldn’t have meant them. She loved Chris. Refusing to think of him, I plunge deeper, wedging my jaw between her thighs and slipping one leg over my shoulder to open her to me. I want this orgasm from her. I want her to come on my cheeks, my tongue, my lips…my dick. The thought increases my attention, lapping, and licking, sucking sensitive folds before delving two fingers into her wetness.

She cries out my name and her other leg collapses. She shatters over me, and I quickly pull back. I want this to happen again, and I stand, crashing my mouth over hers, forcing her to taste herself on me.

“Was that what you wanted to happen tonight?” I mutter against her mouth as we collide over and over with lips searching and seeking. Her head rolls against the wall behind her. “What other fantasy did you have?”

“I wanted you to take me like you took her against the truck.”

I pull back, my eyes shifting over hers. “What?”

“I saw you,” she says, her voice lowering. “When we were sixteen or so. You had Kristy up against a truck and—”

My mouth covers hers. I don’t recall the memory, but even more so, I don’t want anyone else in this room but us.

“See me,” I murmur as I tug her thigh upward to rest near my hip. I’m still clothed, but I press into her, my dick straining behind the silk suit material.

“I do see you,” she says into my ear. It’s all the assurance I need. I spin her and gently push until she falls to the bed.