Forgiveness and Second Chances by Ancelli

and she remained quiet.
    He combed her hair with his fingers and kissed her head, rolling her off him, and noticed she had fallen asleep. “That good?” he laughed as he got up and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. He came back with a cloth and wiped her clean, and covered her with the sheets.
    He looked at the incredible women lying in his bed.
    How did I get so lucky, twice?
     
***
     
    The next morning she woke up with a smile on her face. Her body ached with both pain and pleasure in places she had forgotten she had. She turned, expecting to find Jeremy next to her, but he wasn’t there. I guess he went for his morning run, she thought. Sitting up, she wrapped the sheets around her body and slid off the bed, heading toward the bathroom.
    She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and chuckled at what she saw. Her hair was a mess. Everything she remembered about him was different. This time, he’d taken his time, showing her how a real man made love. He’d kept his promise, replacing all the bad memories with sweet, loving ones. She got goose bumps, thinking of the things he’d done last night. She released the sheet, dropping it on the floor, and stepped into the shower. She turned the two showerheads on and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the water massaging her sore body.
     
     
    Jeremy stood in the doorway, observing her, staring at the way the water hit her skin. Her eyes were closed as the water trickled down her chocolate face to her body. The look on her face was of pure pleasure.
    He wanted to be the only one to put that emotion on her face. He leaned down, taking off his boxers, and stepped into the bathroom. He quietly opened the shower door and placed his arms around her waist. “I made you breakfast,” he whispered, seductively kissing the side of her neck, making her moan in satisfaction.
    “Mmm, do that again,” she said, never opening her eyes.
    “This?” He trailed his tongue from her earlobe to her collarbone.
    She threw her head back on his chest. “Mmm, yes…like that.” She moaned, touching his hair.
    He turned her around and gazed into her eyes, cupping her face. “Do you regret last night?”
    She got up on her tiptoes, seductively bit his lower lip, and kissed him as she stroked his cock with her hands, moving up and down. “Remember, no regrets.” She kneeled and took him into her mouth.
    “La…nie….” He groaned, leaning against the wall.
    She bounced her head up and down, twirling her tongue on the base of his cock, making him grip her hair. Her head bobbed as she sucked him. She moved her hand in rhythm with his strokes. Her lips guided him in and out.
    “Damn….”
    She grabbed his balls and tenderly massaged them while she traced her tongue up and down his shaft. “Mmm…” she said, looking up into his passion filled eyes. She tried deep-throating him, taking in as much as she could.
    “I’m going to come!” He pulled out of her mouth, making a popping sound. She stroked him one more time and he came, his knees buckling.
    After he came down from his high, he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, but he put his arms under her legs and lifted her up, placing her knees around his shoulders so her pussy was level with his mouth.
    “You’re so strong.” She laughed, grabbing on to him. “My he-man.”
    “I got you,” he said with naughtiness in his voice, staring at her pussy. “All mine,” he said, before he began playing with the hard nub. He teased her, placing small wet kisses on her inner thighs. He reached her core and started tongue-kissing her clit.
     
     
    Malanie held on to his head, crying out in ecstasy. “Je-re-my….Yes, right…there.”
    He ate her out like she was his last meal. He couldn’t use his hands; they were too busy holding her up, but his mouth was all she needed. “Jeremy, I…can’t take it any more…I’m coming,” she said between moans. He gently bit her clit, sending