Second Chance

Chapter 2

However she turned or shifted she could feel him and everywhere she glanced was utter darkness, but he was there. Her instinct and intuition depicted a tall, strong man with sensual full lips that she could feel on her skin. His dark blue eyes were turning darker and darker with desire that they were almost the color of midnight. And a pair of hands that together with that mouth of his caused such havoc on her mind, enticing butterflies of strong desire in her stomach while they played her body like a violin to the finest tune. She moaned from pleasure.

He didn’t speak, didn’t say a word to her ever. As his lips were touching her skin she could feel a little smirk and smile here and there, like he knew exactly what he is doing and an effect he has on her. She didn’t know where they were but she felt like she was floating in the clouds. She could feel soft like wisps caressing her skin, turning her blood into molten lava and at the same time leaving goose bumps on her skin. Such a peculiar feeling. Those wisps turned into her lover’s hands, so strong that it looked like they could snap a boulder in half with sheer strength in them, yet they felt so gentle on her skin like a touch of a feather, she felt them all over her, arousing her.

When did she take off her shorts and top?

She lay on her belly, stretching her arms above her head. She felt him pull her long hair from her neck and trace a trail of small kisses down her neck, shoulder and going down her back. He would alternate between sensual soft kisses and small nibbles with his teeth that he would cover immediately with the lick of his tongue causing her toes to curl. His hands were following the line down her stretched arms, shoulders, caressing their way down to her waist stopping on her hips just as she felt his breath on her lower back and him pressing kisses on her dimples right above the swell of her firm bottom. He turned her slowly, spreading her legs gently so he could kneel between them. His hands were roaming all over her body.

She wanted to touch him, to feel those pecks and shoulders and muscled arms under her fingertips. She wanted to make him as wanton as he made her, wanted to wrap her arm around his neck and pull him down so she could taste his lips and nibble on that lower sensual lip. Thrust her tongue inside his mouth and taste him while he was kissing her back. See his face. She wanted to make him crazy with desire just the way he made her, but her hands were heavy and felt like they were made of steel, her head cloudy and fuzzy and her eyes dazed and fogged.

She felt his huge hands molding to her breasts and she whimpered. Her hard nipples turned into hard pebbles and she felt him rubbing his palms over them. He pinched her right nipple between his fingers as she felt his teeth around her left one. She moaned loudly just as he lapped his tongue over it and then continued to gently suck on it. She could feel his enormous erection against the inside of her thigh and pressing to her very core. She wanted to beg him to take her, she was beyond aroused, dripping wet and ready but her voice was nowhere to be found.

He sensed it and she felt his mouth turn into a smile around her hard nipple. He moved his hands down, grabbed her hips and lifted her, positioning her at a right angle for his entry into her inviting heat while at the same time moving his head up to claim her lips in a scorching kiss.

Gabby woke up panting, aroused, and sweaty, her heartbeat going what felt like a hundred miles an hour. Tight bound and unsatisfied.

What in the name of everything that’s Holly was that all about again?

Her dream lover is back. She thought those dreams were over, but then again she didn’t have one that was this vivid and explicit, quite so detailed and sensual. Realistic. Those dark blue eyes and sensual lips she could feel on her skin were visiting her dreams for quite some time now, but she never saw his face. It was like she could only see the blue color and deep desire of his eyes on the inside of her lowered eyelids.