Page 52 of A Chance at Forever


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Pride filled me. I put that look on her face. I took her to that place. She looked so beautiful spread out beneath me, her pussy stretched around my cock. With one last thrust, I collapsed, tucking my face into her shoulder. Pure pleasure burst through my body.

I never wanted to move from this spot. I angled to the side so I wasn’t crushing her, slipping off the condom, tying it, and throwing it on the floor. I’d have to take care of it later, but I didn’t want to let her go.

She was warm and pliant in my arms, her expression soft, her limbs languid.

I wished we could stay in bed but I needed to pick up Kendall. A sense that our timing was never quite right drifted into my consciousness. I tried to push it away, but it hovered like a fog in the morning. I couldn’t shake it or see through it. It was a persistent presence, blocking me from having what I wanted.

Sophie. Love. Family. Happiness.

Everything I ever wanted. My hands drifted over her soft skin, then threaded in her thick hair. I used to love holding her like this. I cherished having her close.

When you’re young, you take more time to hold the other person, to savor them, to cherish them. There’s no rush because you have all the time in the world.

That wasn’t the case anymore. I had responsibilities, and so did she.

I didn’t want reality to penetrate so quickly, but it was inevitable. I looked at the clock on my nightstand. “I should check in with Ellie. See how Kendall’s doing.”

“Of course,” Sophie said, her voice soft.

She didn’t seem upset, but I was moving her along after sex, and it didn’t feel good. I always imagined my first time with Sophie to be when we had the whole night to spend in each other’s arms. My stomach sank when she eased out of my arms and looked on the floor for her clothes.

She found her panties, slipping on the black lace. She turned, and I almost groaned at the sight of the thin string disappearing between her cheeks.A thong.She hadn’t worn those in high school.

Her breasts were perky, her belly flat, and her legs were long and shapely. Her hair was down and covered her face. She was perfection.

I folded an arm behind my head as she disappeared into the bathroom.

I heard the toilet flush and the water run, but I still didn’t move.

She opened the door, her gaze darting around the room, but I didn’t think she was taking anything in. “My clothes are downstairs.”

“I know.” I bit my lip, debating whether we had time for one more round because the sight of her standing there, her back straight and her breasts on display, had my dick stirring to life again.

She raised a brow. “Don’t you need to pick up Kendall?”

I sighed and stood up. “I do.”

I pulled on my briefs and held out a hand to her. She hesitated for a second before she curled into my side. Her skin was warm against mine. I felt every dip and curve, her nipples pressed against my side. My cock grew stiff again under the soft cotton.

I kissed the top of her head. “I wish you could stay.”

In another life, I would have asked her to. It felt right to have her in my home, and I wasn’t nearly sated.

She smiled softly. “Me too.”

Reluctantly I pulled away, my fingers interlacing with hers as I led the way downstairs. A feeling of déjà vu stole over me. We held hands everywhere we went in high school, walking the halls and around town.

Downstairs, I let go of her hand and gathered her clothes to hand them to her.

When she was dressed, she paused as if uncertain about what she should do.

“I’d like to see you again.” She was the one who’d made the first move, but our coming together had been one hundred percent mutual.I wanted more.

Every visit to the bakery, every shelf I cut and sanded, had built to this moment. Our teenage relationship was merely the foundation.

“Yeah, okay,” she said.

I stepped into her, cradling her head in my hands, and kissed her, slow and sweet. I meant it to be a promise of more to come, not a good-bye. This girl had once been everything to me, and that hadn’t changed. My feelings for her had lessened over the years with distance, only to spark to life again when we reconnected.

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