Free Second Chances by Kathy Ivan Page A

evening was over. 
    A long slow lick of his tongue rasped against her before he grasped her clit gently between his teeth and gave a soft tug.  He inhaled again, the intoxicating scent of her desire going to his head like fine whiskey.  It shot a bolt of lust straight to his gut and his balls tightened, pulling up close.  I’m not going to last long.
    One finger eased slowly into her narrow opening and he felt her muscles contract around it, squeezing.  Pulling back he added a second finger to the first, coated them with her wetness.  So tight.   Pumping in and out, he worked his fingers in just the way he knew she loved, curled upward to hit her sweet spot.   Her legs tightened around him and he placed his shoulders firmly between her thighs, kept her splayed open for him. 
    He felt her muscles constrict and flutter around him, squeezing down on his pumping fingers, heard her breathing coming faster and knew she was close, but still he plunged his fingers into her, stroking, driving her nearer and nearer the edge.  If this was to be their last night together, he’d make it one she’d never forget. 
    Ryan shook his head, dazed.  Where had that thought come from?  Didn’t matter, all that mattered was his wife and worshiping her, showing her the depths of his love.
    Rose lowered her hands, no longer above her head but at her sides, fisted in the black coverlet and she pounded against the bed as she struggled against the orgasm building inside her.   The sensations were too strong, overwhelming her senses.  Awash in the pleasure Ryan’s hands and mouth brought, her muscles tightened around the fingers thrusting inside her.   Her body bucked wildly beneath the man she loved.  Had loved since the day they met and would love until the end of the world. 
    She couldn’t contain the cry of protest escaping her lips as his fingers pulled from inside her, leaving her feeling empty.  The feeling lasted only seconds as he moved up her body, kissing his way up her stomach, his tongue and lips burning a path to her breasts as he positioned himself at her entrance.  She read the question in his eyes. 
    "Slow and easy?  Or fast and furious?  Choose, my love."   
    Her wordless answer was a thrust of her hips forward, seating him to the hilt as she wrapped her legs around his waist, locked her ankles behind his thrusting hips.  It was as if she had no control, watched from some distant place.
    She ground her pelvis against him, rubbed her clit against him as he rocked forward, surging in with a force that left her breathless.  Muscles clenching, she squeezed as he pulled back nearly all the way out before slamming back again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh, the increased crescendo of their breathing as her orgasm built again.   Muscles clasped and she made a swirling motion of her pelvis, bucking wildly against him, undulating her hips, moving together in a timeless synchronized dance.
    Stars burst in her vision and she leaned forward, captured his mouth with hers as wave after wave of pleasure rode through her.  Time suspended as her orgasm shattered what little controlled she’d held, splintering her into a million pieces.  Within moments she felt his body stiffen, his own climax pulsing into her.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, burrowed her face in his shoulder and held on, riding the summit of a mind-blowing rapture unlike anything she’d felt before. 
    Brushing the hair out of her face, Rose lay back against Ryan’s chest, her breathing finally slowing in the aftermath of their lovemaking.  Ryan’s back lay propped up against the padded black headboard of the king size bed where they’d made love.  It wasn’t just sex; it was so much more.  Snuggling down against him, she splayed her fingers across his chest and flung one leg across his, needing to be as close as her next breath. 
    Heartbeats slowed.  The sweat dried on both their bodies before she noted the temperature in the