Only One Chance (Only One 2)

Showing up with the coffee was a chance I took. I didn’t set my hopes high. In fact, I thought she would slam the door in my face. When she opened the door, I almost forgot everything that I planned to tell her. The sleep was still in her eyes, and her hair piled and flipped to the side. I poured my heart out to her and held my breath while I waited for her to either kick me out or take another chance with me.

Now I’m in her bedroom waiting for her to get changed. I look around the white bedroom at the gold light hanging in the middle of the room. The king-size bed has a white duvet, and a gray quilt is folded by the foot. My eyes move to her white and gray nightstand that holds a single gold lamp with a white shade, and a picture of two people holding a baby. “Where are we going?” she asks from her closet.

“Wherever you want to,” I say to her as she walks out wearing black jeans and a white shirt. “What happened to my fashion show?” I put my hands behind my head. “First, you had to start with the lingerie.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Nice try there.” She goes to her bathroom, and I get up to follow her. She stands by the sinks, grabbing her toothbrush, and looks into the mirror at me. “Are you going to watch?”

“Does that bother you?” I lean against the doorframe. “Voyeurism.”

“Are you asking me if it bothers me that you are watching me brush my teeth?” She turns to lean against the counter. “Or are you asking me to have sex with someone in front of you?”

I glare at her. “I don’t share what’s mine.” I put my hand in my pocket. “I failed that in kindergarten,” I tell her, and she turns back around to brush her teeth. “After only one month, they called my parents in and said I had trouble sharing.”

She stops brushing. “You’re kidding.”

I shake my head. “I’m not. This whole sharing is caring is bullshit. I have mine, get your own was what I said.”

She rinses off her toothbrush, wiping her lips with a hand towel. “Well, good to know,” she says, stopping in front of me. “I don’t share my toys, either.”

“Are your toys in the top drawer of that side table?” I wink at her, and she laughs.

“I have too many to fit in that little drawer,” she says, getting closer to me and kissing my lips. I grab her hip, bringing her to me. My cock springs into action as her tongue slips into my mouth, and I want to drag her back into her bedroom and throw her on the bed. She lets go of my lips. “My treasure chest is under the bed.” She walks back into her closet, and I think she is going to bring out the chest and show me, but instead, she comes out with a plaid scarf wrapped around her neck, carrying her leather jacket in her hand.

“A treasure chest?” I ask as she slips on the jacket and then the black ballerina shoes that she had beside her closet door. “Is it like a big chest?”

“It’s about this big.” She shows me with her hands, and my eyes go big. “Big enough for me.” She winks at me and then looks down to see my cock pressing against the fly of my jeans. “Is that going to be a problem?” she asks, pointing at my hard-on.

“Do you want to go and take care of that before we leave?” She rolls her lips together. “I can talk you through it.” She laughs now.

“Laugh all you want now,” I tell her, “but one of these days, we’re going to do a whole show and tell with that chest of yours.” I walk to her and bend to suck on her neck. “And I’ll be the one talking you through it.” She swallows now, and I try to ignore the pressure from my jeans. “Now, let’s go before I do something that we are not ready for,” I say, smacking her ass as I walk by it. “Fuck, I’ve waited four years to do that.”

Shaking her head, she walks beside me out of the house. I open the car door for her, and she stops in front of me. Getting on her tippy toes, she kisses under my jaw at the same time her hand cups my cock. “I’ve been waiting four years to see what you do kiss me willingly” She winks at me, and I close the door, blocking out her laughter. I look up at the sky and close my eyes, counting to ten, but nothing helps me. She knocks on the window. “Are you going to be much longer?” She rolls her lips, trying not to laugh.