Love's Second Chance (Second Chances Series)

Love's Second Chance (Second Chances Series) by L.P. Dover

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as far as she could into her mouth. She began to moan and it took all the control I had to keep from exploding.
    “Korinne,” I pleaded. She released her hold, and as much as I didn’t want her to stop, I knew that if she wanted me to last longer then she must.
    “Are you okay?” she replied breathlessly. Her beautiful face was flushed and her lips were as red as fire, a fire I was dying to let scorch me. Taking her by both elbows I lifted her to her feet.
    “Everything’s great, but I don’t want to finish this here.”
    “Where do you want to finish it then?” She smiled.
    “I don’t care where we finish it, just as long as I get to make love to you,” I replied with all the love in my heart.
    She jumped in my arms and planted her lips fiercely on mine. Stumbling down the hall, I tried desperately to get us to a room and to a bed. The first door I came to in the hallway would have to do. I barged in while Korinne was ravishing me with her lips. Before laying her down on the bed, I grabbed her shirt and tore it away from her body. Unable to contain my desire, I massaged her breasts firmly and pulled down her bra to take a plump, round nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. She always tasted sweet like berries, but there was another sweetness I’d been dying to taste. Korinne gasped and began tugging on my pants. Her milky, white skin glowed in the darkness of the room, and I wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of it with my hands and to claim her body with my own.
    I crawled off the bed to take off my pants and boxers, and all the while Korinne stared mesmerizingly at me. She lay there, propped on her elbows, half-naked in her bra and black yoga pants. Gripping the waist of her pants, I slid them down her long, smooth legs along with her underwear. She settled herself down on the pillow and smiled up at me. Damn, she was so sexy and beautiful , I thought. I knew why I would never be happy with anyone else other than her, because no one had even come close to comparing with her.
    Moving her legs aside with my knee, she sighed in anticipation. I could tell she was aching for me, but I needed to taste her first. It had been too long since I’d had her this way. I kissed along her thigh on up to her lush opening. She shivered as I slowly licked across her sensitive spots. I could taste her sweet wetness on my tongue and my cock throbbed with the need to take her hard and fast. I told myself, Not yet . Entering her with my tongue, she arched her back in pleasure and moved her body against my face. She gripped the headboard and I looked up to see her breathing hard, making her breasts rise and fall enticingly with her chest. I reached up to massage one of those breasts while I tortured her with my tongue. I loved watching her squirm. Leaving her slick heat, I moved slowly up her body, trailing my tongue to her stomach until I reached her breasts. Korinne opened her eyes and watched me as I massaged along her soft mounds. I unlatched her bra and threw it across the room. Her nipples were peaked and ready for the attention I had to offer. Her breasts were my favorite part about her body, and I couldn’t help but ravish them. Sucking greedily on one of her puckered nipples, I massaged firmly on her other breast.
    “Please, Galen,” she murmured helplessly. I chuckled lightly while gently biting her nipple. She opened wider and tried to move down on my penis, but I didn’t let her. She groaned and stared at me impatiently. “I need you. Please, Galen, I don’t think I can handle it much longer.”
    The need in her eyes had me mesmerized as I stared into those swirling gray pools. I would do anything for that woman lying beneath me. If she would’ve asked me to follow her back in college I’d have done it. She didn’t because she knew that was where I needed to be. Touching her face lightly she leaned into it, kissing my palm. It was an intimate and loving gesture. I was going to make love to

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