Page 6 of Once Upon A Second Chance (Once Upon A Time…To Happily Ever After #2)

That’s all the invitation I need.

I step into her, one hand sliding around her waist, the other cradling her jaw. She gasps as I back her against the porch railing, her body arching into mine.

And then—

Our mouths crash together.

It’s not gentle.

It’s twelve years of longing poured into a single kiss, hot and desperate and oh, so right.

Penny’s fingers tangle in my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan. I nip at her lower lip, and she opens for me with a sigh, her tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that’s as familiar as my own heartbeat.

Her hips press against me, and I groan, pinning her harder against the railing. She tastes like coffee and exhaustion and home, and I can’t get enough.

My hands roam—down her back, over the curve of her ass, up under her shirt to skim the warm skin of her waist.

She shivers. "Richard—"

I swallow her moan, kissing her deeper. Her nails scrape down my neck, and I’m gone, lost in the feel of her, the sound of her ragged breaths, the way her body fits perfectly against mine like we were made for this.

The porch light flickers above us.

Penny pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against mine, her breath coming in short, sweet puffs against my lips.

"We should—," she swallows hard. "We should stop."

I don’t let her go. "Do you want to?"

Her eyes search mine. For a long moment, she doesn’t answer. Then—

"No."

The word is barely a whisper, but it’s all I need.

I scoop her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her inside. The door slams shut behind us, and then there’s nothing but her skin under my hands, her mouth on mine, and the sweet, slow unraveling of every barrier we’ve spent years building.

I carry Penny into the bathroom and start the shower. We’re both filthy from the storm and the night spent in the basement.

I set her down for just a moment while I peel off her clothes, leaving them in a pile on the bathroom floor where mine join them just a moment later.

I lead her into the hot stream of water, wetting her down while I grab the body wash and shower sponge and begin to gently wash away the last 24 hours from her exhausted body.

I start with her neck and move down gently, rubbing the suds in slow circles all over her torso while listening to her soft moans of pleasure.

I shampoo her hair, sudsing it up and massaging her scalp, rinsing it under the showerhead until the water runs clear.

I return to her body, taking the soapy sponge to her legs, then moving up to her more sensitive areas, where I drag the sponge over her pussy and feel her legs begin to weaken from tiredness and arousal.

I hold out the bottle of conditioner and let her apply it to her hair while I quickly run the soapy sponge over myself to clean off the grime from the previous day.

Finally, I return to Penny, ensuring she’s well rinsed before I turn off the water and grab a towel from the rod right outside the shower door.

I dry her off, starting with her face and neck, then moving down her torso, running the towel over her back, followed by her breasts and rib cage.

Penny stands with her eyes closed, softly moaning occasionally and allowing me the freedom to explore her body in my own time.

I quickly dry myself as well and she takes my hand, leading me to the bedroom.

Once there, she pulls down the covers and climbs onto the bed, kneeling away from me, with her beautiful round ass exposed and asking to be taken.

She is so incredibly hot and I want her so badly. Twelve years of wanting and desire.

I need to take her. Now.

Tonight, we burn.

Tomorrow—

Well.

Tomorrow can wait.

I kiss her ass and turn her toward me, kissing her mouth gently but deeply. She moans into the kiss, her fingers pulling away the damp towel wrapped around my waist.

I break away just long enough to yank it the rest of the way off, and then her hands are on my chest, warm and possessive, her nails scraping lightly over my skin.

"You’re exhausting," she breathes, but her eyes are dark with want, her lips swollen from my kisses.

I smirk, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip. "You love it."

She doesn’t deny it. Instead, she takes both hands, placing them firmly on my lower back and pulls me flush against her.

The heat of her sears through me and I groan.

She laughs against my mouth—a breathless, exhilarated sound—before biting my lower lip, hard enough to make me growl. "Missed that," she murmurs.

"Missed what?"

"The way you sound when I tease you."

My mouth closes over one peaked nipple before she can catch her breath. She gasps, her back arching off the bed as I swirl my tongue, my teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper.

"Richard—"

I switch to the other breast, my hand sliding down her stomach moving toward her pussy. She’s already wet, her hips lifting to meet my fingers as I stroke her through the fabric.

"So fucking responsive," I murmur against her skin. "Still so perfect."

She fists a hand in my hair, tugging me back up to her mouth. "Less talking," she orders, her voice rough.

I chuckle, but I obey, kissing her deeply as I finally slip my fingers inside her. She moans, her thighs clamping around my wrist as I curl them just right, the way I know she likes.

"God," she pants, her nails digging into my biceps. "You remember—"

"Everything."

I drag my thumb over her clit in slow, deliberate circles, watching her face as pleasure tightens her features. Her breath comes faster, her hips rocking against my hand, chasing her release with a desperation that makes my own pulse pound.

"Cum for me," I murmur, my lips brushing her ear.

She shudders, her body clamping down around my fingers as she falls apart, her cry muffled against my shoulder. I kiss her through it, swallowing every gasp, every whimper, until she’s boneless beneath me.

But I’m not done.

She’s still trembling when I settle between her thighs, my tongue replacing my fingers, licking into her wetness with slow, deliberate strokes, drinking in her pussy juices.

Her hands fist in the sheets. "Fuck—"

I grin against her, my hands pinning her hips down as she tries to squirm away from the sensitivity. "Too much?"

She glares down at me, her chest heaving. "Don’t you dare stop."

I don’t.

I take my time, savoring the taste of her, the way her thighs shake when I suck her clit into my mouth, the broken way she says my name when she cums again, her back bowing off the bed as her cunt squirts her juices into my mouth, filling me with her fluids.

By the time I finally slide up her body, she’s panting, her skin flushed, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She reaches between us, wrapping her hand around my cock, stroking me slowly.

"Now," she demands.

I don’t need to be told twice.

I fuck her slowly at first, just a tease, really, as the tip of my cock beings to leak my essence and spill it into her pussy.

Now I push into her in one smooth thrust, her body welcoming me like I never left. She gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.

I hover over her, my mouth in line with hers. I let her cunt’s own juice dribble from my mouth into hers, making her gasp with pleasure as I feel her pussy walls tighten as she prepares to cum again.

My cock is now so hard and large that it makes her gasp with pleasure as I fuck the very depths of her cunt, reaching her furthest sensitive places.

As I being to thrust deeper, the strength of my cock makes her scream softly as she grips my shoulders as hard as she can as she urges me on, telling me she wants more.

"Christ, Penny—" My voice is ragged.

She rolls her hips, taking me even deeper, her nails scoring down my back. "More. I need more. I need all of you."

So I give her everything. I give her my huge throbbing cock and spare her no mercy as I fuck her as hard as I can, trying to make up for twelve years of being apart.

Our bodies find a rhythm like no time has passed at all, our fucking being like coming home again; our pleasure mutual and intense.

She arches her back to meet me thrust for thrust, her breath hot against my neck, her moans sending sparks down my spine.

"Look at me," I grit out.

Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine. The intensity in them nearly undoes me.

"I’ve got you," I promise.

Her fingers tighten in my hair. "Cum with me this time."

It’s all the warning I get before she clenches around me, her orgasm crashing over her with a cry. The sensation rips through me, my own release following hard and fast, my hips stuttering as I spill into her.

For a long moment, neither of us moves, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in sync.

Then Penny exhales, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.

"Still got it," she murmurs, smug.

I laugh, dropping my forehead to hers. "Never lost it."

She hums, her legs still wrapped around me, keeping me close.

And for the first time in a long time, everything feels right.