Chance of a Lifetime

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Book: Chance of a Lifetime by Portia Da Costa Read Free Book Online
Authors: Portia Da Costa
Tags: Fiction, Erótica, Short Stories (Single Author)
holding his erect penis, but there’s more than sex in his eyes. They’re dark yet brilliant, a chiaroscuro of turbulent emotions. They seem to say so much, yet the message is still scrambled, unclear. I sense some of it, and it takes my breath away again.
    “I want to make love to you.” His voice is husky, low, intent. “No spanking, no mind games, no ropes or bondage. Not tonight.”
    I don’t know what to say, but he seems to read my thoughts. He gives me a little smile, then rolls away from me for a moment and pulls open a drawer in the bedside cabinet, and fishes around in it without looking. It takes next to no searching to produce a foil-wrapped condom. He puts it into my free hand.
    My fingers shake as I dress him in it, rolling the superthin latex over his silky skin and encasing the iron-hard strength of his erection. When he’s covered, I hesitate.
    What will he want? His usual position? Taking me from behind?
    I start to roll into position, but he stops me, a firm but gentle hand on my flank.
    He smiles, pushes me flat against the mattress and then parts my legs and moves swiftly and elegantly between them.
    For a moment, he just rests there, the head of his cock nestling tantalizingly at my opening, almost quiescent.
    “I’ve so been wanting to do this,” he says, his eyes grave. “Wanting it, but knowing I shouldn’t.”
    I want to say why not? But I think I know why.
    Games of spanking and bondage are just that. Games. Beautiful and life-enhancing. Sexual fun.
    But this, this is serious. This is more.
    I sense a different kind of bond breaking as he enters me. It’s a restriction. An artificial barrier we’ve set between ourselves, and it’s shattered now.
    All is open. All is honest, dangerous but wonderful.
    “I love you,” he says quietly, then starts to thrust.
    I can’t speak, but I show him with my body that I feel the same. By holding him in my arms as tightly as I can while still allowing him to move. By hooking my legs around his body, and undulating my hips to press against him.
    If only I could mold our two forms so closely together that we could become one, be inside each other’s skin.
    We rock and surge against each other, our heated perspiration almost fusing us in the way I crave. Christian’s thrusts are short, shallow, urgent, almost desperate. He braces himself on one arm for leverage, and clasps me tightly to him with the other, his fingers digging into my flesh, not in cruelty but in possession and fierce need.
    The joining is manic, almost animal, and yet at the same time soaring and transcendent. Holding him, being held and owned and fucked by him, I’m aware of my life changing as my flesh throbs with pleasure and clutches at his.
    I gasp those three words too as my future changes shape.
     
    In the morning, the park outside is fresh and clean and bright with sunshine. It’s like a brand- new world after the storms of last night, a tangled paradise as I stare out from the window.
    On the mantelpiece, Christian’s clock reads a little after 6 a.m., but I’m wide-awake, anticipating a busy day ahead. I’ve so much to do and I don’t know how to start.
    So instead, I return to bed…and my man.
    We said very little last night. Our bodies spoke for us. But this morning, I have to confirm not just my hopes and fears but my beloved’s.
    I know he probably wants what I want, but will his ancestral notions of duty and honor stop him from taking it? He might feel he has to set aside his needs for what he thinks is best for me.
    Time to persuade him that he can’t live without me.
    Lifting the sheet that covers him, I feast my eyes on his magnificent body for a few moments, loving his tousled hair and the faintly sweaty early-morning aroma of his skin. His patrician face looks younger in repose, and his long, lush eyelashes are two dark fans against his cheekbones.
    I wonder whether to bend down and take his cock in my mouth. It’s already thickening, as if it’s

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