38. Chapter 38 Second Chances #2
Standing here with her, I feel something I’ve never known.
She tames something wild in me. Not by breaking me.
Not by force. But by her presence and her patience.
By seeing me. Like a horse that finally stops resisting and trusts.
And with her, the world doesn’t seem like such a terrible place anymore.
I step closer, reaching for her, instincts taking over. Her fingers slip into mine, and the second our skin meets, the rest of the world disappears. Because right now she’s mine, and nothing else matters.
Her breath hitches. “I shouldn’t be here. But I missed you like crazy.”
Fire burns through my chest as my fingers slide over her back, my lips brushing along her neck, her shoulder. Her body shudders under my touch like she’s been starving for this as long as I’ve been craving every inch of her. “Then it’s a good fucking thing that you’re here,” I murmur.
I pull back slightly and look her in the eyes.
This isn’t just physical, and I need her to know.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.
You know that, right?” My voice is firm, but unsteady.
“I may think about you naked all the damn the time, but I’d also be happy sitting here, talking.
Hell, you could even just watch me take a bath if that’s what you need. ”
She laughs, tension melting away. “I know…” She walks over, turning the tub on and starts to add soap. My eyes follow her movements, locked on the sway of her hips to the music. “But since you offered, and you love your bubble baths…”
I grin, peeling off my shirt. “I do. But the one thing they’ve always been missing… is you.”
She tilts her head, smiling. “And The Little Mermaid soundtrack right now.”
I chuckle, stepping closer. “That too.”
Before she can say another word, I close the space between us, fingertips toying with the zipper on her shirt.
I take my time dragging it open, my hands brushing down her soft skin until her shirt drops to the floor.
I kiss her collarbone, then her neck slowly, feeling her fingers in my hair as mine slide down and unbutton her jeans.
She looks at me smiling, and wiggles them off her hips until she’s standing there in a pale pink lace bra and matching panties. The kind made to be ruined.
I step back just enough to take her in. “Fuck,” I breathe. She’s so damn gorgeous.
Her lips part, gaze locked on mine, dark with desire. “The way you look at me—"
I don’t let her finish. I cup her face, groaning against her mouth. “I could look at you forever.” Then I kiss her—slow, deep, teasing at first. Until control shatters and our tongues collide, rough and desperate.
She pants against my lips, fingers digging into my back. “I want you inside me,” she says, trembling. “Right now.”
Each sound she makes sends heat pulsing straight to my cock.
I press against her, letting her feel how fucking badly I need her. “Not yet,” I whisper, my voice rough. “First, I’m going to show your body what it feels like to be worshipped.”
“Yes. Please, yes,” she whimpers, breathless.
“I want you begging for it,” I growl, easing her onto the bed and pinning her wrists above her head. “To ache for it,” I say, keeping my eyes on her.
She spreads her thighs without hesitation. I trail my fingers up her inner thigh, slowly until she’s burning for it. Then I reach up, unclasp her bra, and slide it off her shoulders.
“Dylan—” she pleads, lifting her hips, desperate for me.
My teeth graze the edge of her panties as I drag them down, obsessed with the sound of her gasps and how fucking drenched she is for me.
“Please,” she begs. “Take me.”
I smirk. My lips brush down her throat… then over her nipples…
then between her legs. “Good girl,” I rasp, as I take my time, slow, torturous, savoring the first flick of my tongue against her clit.
“Tell me exactly what you need,” I whisper against her—licking, teasing, drawing out every moan, every breath, every scream of my name.
And just when she’s squirming, breathless, teetering on the edge. .. I pull back to watch her.
Flushed. Wrecked. Stunning.
“More,” she pants. “Fuck, I need more.”
“I’m not done with you.” I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bath. Steam rises around us as my hands explore every inch of her.
Her body’s silky and sinful, bubbles clinging to her tight nipples, making me feral.
“That’s it, baby,” I breathe heavily, pressing her against the pulsing jets. “Feel it on your clit. Let it drive you insane.”
She grinds against my cock, her ass twitching for me.
“This is how you should feel,” I murmur, curling my fingers deep inside her tight little hole, driving her higher. “Every. Single. Fucking. Day.”
She’s shaking, barely holding on. “It all feels so fucking good. Your hands… your voice. I’m so close—”
“Oh no, Jenna. You’re not getting off that easy.” My voice is thick, filled with hunger that consumes me. I lift her out, water trailing down her body. Then lay her on the counter and lick each drop from her skin.
Tilting her face to the mirror, I lock eyes with her. “Look what you do to me. How fucking sexy you are when I ruin you.”
I roll on a condom, then slap my cock against her clit—once, twice—until she’s trembling with need. “Look how hard you make me, Jenna. How ready I am to bury myself inside you.”
Her whole body tenses. I push in slowly, filling her inch by torturous inch until I’m fully buried and her legs lock tight around me. Her pussy clenches hard on my cock. And the sound of her moaning my name rattles me.
I pull out and flip her over the counter, bending her forward.
One hand spreads her open. The other grips her hip as I slide back in, deeper, relentless, watching her take all of me.
I tease her ass with my thumb. “Next time I have you, I’m fucking both holes," I growl.
"Gonna make you feel me for days. Now look at yourself,” I grunt.
“Look how beautiful you are taking me. Screaming for me.”
Heat rips through us.
“Dylan…” Her breath stutters as she watches me fuck her from behind.
“I can't—I don’t…” Her fingers claw the marble.
“Yes, you can.” Thrust.
“I said look at yourself.” Thrust.
“Take it for me.” Thrust.
“Take all of me.” She pulses around me so tight, I nearly lose it.
“I want to be deep inside every part of you, Jenna. Feel your lips around my cock. Be buried in your sweet pussy… your tight sexy ass. Every goddamn inch of you.”
I pull out slowly, making her feel the ache of emptiness.
“Then take it, Dylan.” She moans softly. “Take all of me. Every part. I’m yours.”
My hand tangles in her hair, the other tearing the condom off before guiding her mouth to my cock. “Spit on it,” I rasp. “Open wide.”
She obeys. Her tongue circles the tip. Slow, teasing, licking me up my shaft before sucking me in, inch by inch, until I hit the back of her throat.
Her eyes meet mine as I thrust into her.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “That’s it. Taste yourself on me. Beg me to come down your throat.”
She moans around my cock, sending a bolt of heat straight through me.
"Not fucking yet," I grit. I won’t lose it now.
I haul her up and toss her back on the bed, ripping open another condom before stretching her open all over again.
“God, you make me feel things I’ve never felt before,” she pants against my ear, as I slide in deep. “The way your cock feels… you were made for me.”
“Tell me,” I growl, thrusting harder. “Does Jacob fuck you like I do?”
Her breath hitches. Just his name makes my jaw tight.
I pound into her harder and deeper.
The thought of him touching her, having her, rips through me.
I need to feel her come undone, to erase every fucking man that came before me.
“Does he make your whole body come alive?”
The way she screams makes me keep going, pushing her past reason, past doubt, past him, until nothing else matters. And it’s only us.
“Does he crave the sound of your moans on repeat like his favorite fucking song?”
She cries out, fingers raking down my back. I know her answer. And I want all of her. Every sound. Every touch. Every piece of her for my goddamn self.
“Tell me, Jenna… is his heart and body as connected to yours as mine are?”
Because mine are. God, they are. And I need to hear her say it.
“I only want you,” she whimpers. “Only you… don’t stop, Dylan. Harder. Fuc—”
I tug on her tight nipples, watching her body unravel beneath me.
“Yes, take it for me. Say it louder.” I groan, getting lost inside her. “Melt around my hard cock.”
I flip her over and grip her waist as she straddles me, riding me wild and unfiltered. “You belong on me.” My voice is low, possessive.
She moves faster, harder, giving me everything. “Oh God, Dylan… right there.” She gasps, clutching the headboard. “You feel so fucking good.”
I thrust up, dragging her down, hitting that spot that drives her crazy. “That’s it. Come for me. Right. Now.”
“I need you,” she pleads. “I need all of you.”
She clenches around me so hard it steals my breath. And watching her fall apart, knowing I’m the one wrecking her, undoes the last of my control.
I can’t stop now. Not when she’s holding on to me like I’m her whole damn world. Not when this isn’t just sex.
It’s everything.
“I… love…you, Jenna.” The words tear out of me—raw, real, and unstoppable.
Three little words crash between us like a wave I can’t outrun. And maybe the timing’s fucked and I shouldn’t have said it. But I won’t take them back.
“Come with me.” My voice is ragged.
She grinds harder, faster, chasing that high. Until we shatter together. The need. The months of wanting. The goddamn truth. All of it explodes at once.
Then she lets out a breathless laugh that’s pure heaven.
Then silence. No words. But she doesn’t need to say anything. The way she looks at me says everything.