Page 11 of Fall for You (Second Chances #7)

Alana

M y body was still humming from that incredible orgasm Ronnie had given me earlier.

Maybe I was a prude, but I’d never had sex outside before.

Being outside, knowing that we could get caught despite the relative privacy of Ronnie’s yard, it all had ratcheted up my excitement.

I could scarcely concentrate over dinner, desperate to give her as much pleasure as she’d given me.

I worried that she’d pull back on me after making me come, but given the look on her face when I asked where her bedroom was, I would say that she was as into it as I was.

That made me really happy. I knew this couldn’t go anywhere, knew this… whatever was happening between us… could only be temporary. But there was no way I could resist taking my pleasure while I had the opportunity.

Ronnie grabbed my hand and led me down a short hallway to her bedroom.

This cottage had two bedrooms on the main floor, a small guest room and a larger primary bedroom, along with a good-sized bathroom with an old-fashioned clawfoot tub that I was dying to use.

There was also a loft that ran over the kitchen and dining area that could be used as an additional living space.

It was a cute place with lots of dark wood, built in shelves, and molding at the top and bottom of the walls. Ronnie had lightened it up a bit, changing the boring white paint that her grandmother had for warmer colors. The place suited her.

I followed her into the bedroom. The walls were painted a light mossy green, which made a nice contrast with the dark wood floors and moldings. A large, plush area rug centered the space.

There was an antique wardrobe on one wall, a matching dresser on the opposite wall, both no doubt inherited from her grandparents.

A queen sized bed was pushed against the wall across from the larger picture windows, giving a great view of the yard.

Or what I imagined would be a great view if it wasn’t dark outside.

There were little tables on either side, reading lamps on each table.

I pictured Ronnie sharing this space with another woman, the two of them reading in bed with their matching reading lamps, and I felt a stab of jealousy I had no right to feel.

It made me feel twitchy, and I didn’t like it. Not at all.

I whipped off my shirt, hands reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. When Ronnie just stood there watching me I said, “What are you waiting for?”

That got her moving.

We both undressed quickly and then took a few seconds to look at each other for the first time in twelve long years.

We were both a little heavier, a little softer, a little curvier than we were when we were younger.

While I kept in shape by walking almost everywhere in Manhattan, that was nothing compared to the hard, physical labor I knew that Ronnie did every day.

Her legs, arms, and shoulders were muscular, but not enough to be off-putting, just enough to add to her attractiveness.

And certainly not enough for her to lose the breasts that she used to lament as too big when she was in high school.

They were large and teardrop shaped, with dark pink nipples that were pointed right at me.

I couldn’t resist stepping forward to take one in my mouth. Ronnie’s hand came to the back of my head as I drew on her nipple, teasing it to a hard little point before I moved over and gave the other one the same treatment.

After a few minutes Ronnie grabbed my hair, pulling me up for a rough kiss. Then she backed me to the mattress and gave me a little push. I landed on my back, and she was immediately on top of me, her hands and mouth everywhere.

I was burning up, desperate for more. Bending my knees, I braced my feet on the mattress and flipped us over. Ronnie looked up at me in surprise and I gave her a little smirk.

“It’s my turn to get you off, remember?” I asked, my lips dragging down her throat.

I couldn’t resist giving her a little nip at the base of her neck, drawing her skin in between my teeth and adding just enough suction to give her a little mark. I had an almost primal urge to mark her, to tell all those other women that she was mine.

“We’re kind of old for hickeys, aren’t we?” she asked breathlessly.

“We’re never too old,” I said.

I scooted downward until my face was even with her breasts.

I’d always loved her breasts. I kissed and licked my way around the closest one while I dragged my hand slowly over her stomach and in between her legs.

I gave her mound a little squeeze, then dipped my fingers in between her pussy lips, humming in satisfaction when I found her dripping with arousal.

“Is this all for me?” I asked teasingly.

“You know it is,” she answered breathlessly.

I moved my fingers up and down her folds, spreading her moisture and re-learning the shape of her body.

Gradually I deepened the pressure, while paying homage to her breasts with my mouth.

When she was breathing heavily and lifting her hips to meet my hand, I slid one finger into her opening, moving in and out a few times before adding a second one.

“Oh.”

That was all Ronnie said, but there was a world of meaning in it. She’d never been noisy during sex. Maybe because when we were together when we were younger, we’d learned to be quiet so we wouldn’t be caught.

But I also knew that she had a hard time getting out of her head during sex, or at least she used to.

Glancing up at her face, I could see a look of concentration on her face, like she was too focused on having an orgasm and not focused enough on enjoying the journey.

I wondered if somewhere along the way a lover had told her that she took ‘too long’ to come.

Determined to get her out of her head, I rotated my hand, pressing the heel against her clit while I continued to fuck her with my fingers.

Then I slid my other hand underneath her body, my finger slipping between her ass cheeks.

Her hips popped up – in surprise or excitement, I couldn’t say – and she made a long, wailing sound.

I found the tight little opening of her ass and circled my finger around the outside, teasing her while I continued to drive my fingers into her body, pressing against her clit, and sucking on her breast.

The combination of sensations took over and I could feel her relax into the pleasure.

Once she did, her orgasm hit her hard. Suddenly she was shaking so hard I thought she’d knock me right off her.

As she shuddered beneath me, she said my name a few times before devolving into something that wasn’t even words, just guttural sounds of enjoyment.

I continued my ministrations until she finally sagged against the bed, totally spent. Then I removed my hands and mouth from her body, pushed up on my forearms and checked out my handiwork.

Ronnie’s eyes were closed, jaw open slightly, breathing heavily. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her nipples hard enough to cut glass, but the best part was that every muscle in her body seemed completely relaxed.

“I’ll be right back,” I whispered.

I popped into the bathroom to wash my hands, then returned to the bed. Ronnie hadn’t moved a muscle as far as I could tell. It made me feel like a queen. I snuggled up to her, resting my head on her chest, my arm around her waist, holding her close until she finally came back to herself.

“Holy fuck,” she finally whispered. “You weren’t that good at sex when we were younger. I mean, you were good, but not that good.”

“We’ve both gotten better with age,” I agreed, lifting my head to press a quick kiss against her lips so I wouldn’t start quizzing her about all of her past partners.

“Do you want to stay over?” she asked sleepily. “I’m going to need to at least have a nap before I try to do anything else. That wiped me out!”

I shook my head regretfully. “I need to get Mom’s car back. Also, I don’t want to set a bad example for Chloe.”

I also didn’t want to wake up in Ronnie’s arms, because that would make it even harder to leave her when the time came. And the time would come. It had to.

Ronnie lifted her head, studying me like she could sense the subtext. Then she sighed.

“You’re right of course. It’ll be easier to keep this thing casual if we’re not having sleepovers and playing house.”

Even though I appreciated her acquiescence, the words still hurt. I gave her another kiss before pushing out of the bed. No sense in lingering.

“Okay, I’m going to hit the road. Thanks for a great night, Ronnie. I loved every minute of it.”

You love her, the voice in my mind added. I ignored it. I didn’t have time for love, and I certainly didn’t want to break this woman’s heart again.

But as I drove home, I realized that I was probably going to break my own heart.