Page 19 of Second Chance with Seth
She took me up to the apartment, and after we’d eaten, we sat on the couch together.
“Do you wanna watch a movie?” she asked, and I shook my head, pulling her into my arms and kissing her. She seemed a little nervous, but she didn’t need to be. I wasn’t going to push her into doing anything she didn’t want. The thing was, though, when I pulled back, she asked me not to stop. She was staring into my eyes at the time, breathing hard, and when she bit on her bottom lip, it was all I could do not to bite it back.
“What do you want?” I asked her, because I couldn’t be sure whether she just wanted us to keep on kissing, or if she wanted more.
“Everything,” she whispered, and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
I asked where her bedroom was, and rather than telling me, she took my hand and led me up the stairs, opening the door at the top and going in ahead of me.
“You’re sure about this?” I asked, looking down at her. She nodded her head, and that was all I needed.
Her body was beyond anything I could have imagined. Slim hips… narrow waist… firm breasts. She was everything a man could want… and more.
I tasted her. She was honey-sweet, and so responsive, holding the back of my head as I flicked my tongue across her, taking my time, until my name was a scream, filling the air around us.
“I want you,” I whispered, rolling a condom over my straining cock before kissing my way up her body, letting her taste herself on my lips as I settled between her parted legs, her eyes wide with wonder.
It was her first time, which didn’t surprise me in the slightest, and although I’d never had sex with a virgin before, I wasn’t having sex with Everly, either. I was making love. That first time, I was as gentle as I could be, swallowing her brief cry of pain with a kiss, and holding her in my arms while we moved together, grinding, rocking, falling…
We came together in a crescendo of emotion, the like of which I’d never felt before, and then we lay in each other’s arms, just breathing. It was all I was capable of for a while, but after a brief visit to the bathroom, I returned to her in bed, pulling her into my arms. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to sleep, but I didn’t have to wait long to find out that sleep was the very last thing on her mind.
“You’ve obviously done that before,” she said, looking up at me as she let her fingers trail across my chest.
“Yes.”
“How many times?”
I chuckled. “I have no idea, but if you’re asking how many women I’ve slept with, the answer is fifteen.”
She nodded her head. “Does that include me?”
“No. And before you ask, none of them were serious.”
“How did you know I was going to ask that?”
“I didn’t. I guessed.”
“Am I serious?” she asked, biting on her bottom lip.
I freed it with my thumb and pulled her up on top of me, her body along the length of mine. “You’re about as serious as it gets, babe.”
She giggled then, and I rolled her over onto her back. She used the momentum to keep the roll going, kissing mychest, before I dumped her on her back again. Our hands were everywhere, as were our tongues and lips, and she spent the rest of that night proving to me that, although she might have been shy and lacking in self-confidence about most things, she could be wild in bed.
We made the most of having the place to ourselves that weekend, only getting up when we had to, and enjoying each other. It was a journey of discovery for both of us… sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always together.
On the Sunday afternoon, while we were making love very slowly, savoring our last moments of solitude before Aunt Clare’s return, Everly rested her hands on my shoulders and whispered, “I love you, Seth.”
I was deep inside her at the time, but I knew I’d heard her right, and I stilled, lowering myself to my elbows, my fingers caressing her cheeks. “You mean that?” I said, and she nodded her head, a smile forming on my lips as I bent my head, tracing a line of kisses from the corner of her mouth to her ear. “I love you, too,” I whispered, because I did. I always had, from the moment I first met her. I still love her now, although whether she feels the same is another matter… one that makes my heart ache.
I cough down the lump in my throat as I drive into Hart’s Creek, pulling into the hotel parking lot and finding a space. It might seem like a strange thing to have done, considering I only live a short drive away, but I booked myself a room last night. I’d played through a few scenarios in my head, wondering how Everly might react to seeing me again, and although I still had no way of knowing what she might do, I decided there was no point in me coming here, and then leaving again straight away. Staying here – even if it’s just overnight – seemed like a good way of letting her know I’m committed to talking thingsthrough, to getting it right this time. I don’t care if we have to go back to the beginning, I want this to work.
The lady behind the reception desk is a stranger to me, but she hands me my key, and I make my way up the stairs, hoping I’m doing the right thing here.
I guess only time will tell, although I don’t intend waiting long to find out.
Letting myself into my room, I glance around. Things have changed since I last stayed here… but I suppose that was six years ago, and the hotel has changed hands since then. The furniture is new and mostly made of pine, including the king-sized bed that dominates the room. Over by the window there are two comfortable-looking chairs, covered with plain blue fabric, and there’s a wall-mounted television above the dresser. I dump my bag at the end of the bed, taking a few moments to freshen up before I leave the room again, pocketing my key as I walk down the hall to the stairs.
There’s no time like the present…
