Take a Chance on Me

by Vanessa Devereaux

  He grew harder because despite her petite frame, her breasts were very full and their rosy taut nipples were so very, very tempting. He couldn’t wait a minute longer and he hoped she didn’t mind him indulging in some foreplay. He reached out and touched the right nipple with his finger, gently wiping it back and forth. It puckered, immediately becoming a tight little nub, which now reminded him of the rosebuds in the garden of his childhood home. He leaned over and kissed it. Then he kissed her neck and let his mouth linger there so he could take in her scent. She smelled so wonderful. He hadn’t smelled anything so pleasant in years: floral undertone, with just a hit of spice thrown in. Mitchell rested his nose on her skin and inhaled. Could you get drunk on a woman’s aroma? He pulled away and held her face between his hands.

  It must have stirred something in Rachel, because she leaned into him, kissed his chest and then eased her hand down his belly, under the waistband of his boxers and oh yeah, she found his dick. She slid it further, brushing his balls, flicking her pinkie over the head of his cock before allowing her whole hand to cover his shaft. He took a deep breath, hoping he could control himself and not lose it right this minute and ruin everything.

  . Forget the whirlpool––all they needed was a bed and Mitchell would satisfy her every need.

  He swooped her up and she giggled. He hoped his leg wouldn’t give out as he made his way back to the other side of the suite. Now he wanted nothing more than to make love to her. Nothing else would be good enough. Rachel held onto his neck and as her fingers tickled the nape of it, he smiled. This was going to be wonderful––the night of his life. His brother had been right.

  Luckily she was light and he made it there without any problem. He placed her gently onto the bed where she laid back in just her panties. And pretty ones they were: pink and white lace, her pubic hair forming a dark background beneath them.

  Condoms.

  Thank god Ryan had put them into his bag, and right on top for easy access.

  He reached for it, unzipped it, and as he pulled the package out, the box of Scrabble fell onto the floor, the letters scattering over the carpet. She leaned over the edge of the bed and glanced down.

  “Is that for later?” asked Rachel.

  “Much, much later.”

  Maybe not even tonight. To hell with Scrabble and Poker now I’ve met you.

  She was about to pull down her panties when he stopped her by placing his hand on hers.

  “Can I have the pleasure of doing that?” he asked.

  “Sure.”

  He let his boxers fall to the floor and got onto the bed with her. Mitchell put his hands on either side of the lace and pulled gently on her underwear. Rachel lifted her butt as he glided his fingers over her hips and thighs and down her legs until finally she was freed of the last piece of clothing. Although things were getting dire and he needed to be inside her soon, he wanted this to be as romantic as possible so he lifted her foot and kissed the top of it and then her ankle… her calf.

  Foolish mistake.

  Now that her leg was in the air…he swallowed because her pussy and folds were in clear view and they were just as lovely and tempting as the rest of her. A bit of her cream edged out of her slit as he made his way to her ass cheek. He couldn’t resist reaching out and touching it and letting his finger slip inside so he could enjoy her wetness. She murmured and wiggled her butt.

  She was tight, tiny and he, well, he wasn’t conceited but he knew he was bigger than average and hoped he didn’t hurt her in any way. That was the last thing he’d ever want to do.

  Rachel spread her legs some more. She was becoming more tempting by the second. He pushed his finger deeper hearing her murmur again. Even those were adorable. There was nothing more he’d like to do than bring her to climax, but he wanted her first one of the evening to be brought on by him buried inside her.

  He pulled it out, thinking about what was about to happen. Mitchell was all fingers and thumbs as he tore open the condom package. He dropped it once and felt like a fool, but he was out of practice and he just wanted everything to be perfect. He was suddenly aware she was watching him as he sheathed himself. He hoped he didn’t look a complete idiot by not getting it properly secured on his first attempt. That would be a romance killer for sure.

  Bingo, success.

  Mitchell eased inside her as gently as he could, which wasn’t easy because once he felt her slickness and her tight core he wanted nothing more than to thrust and take them both on a journey neither would ever forget.

  She flinched.

  He’d obviously hurt her.

  He grabbed both her hands and squeezed them as a way of silently saying he was sorry. Mitchell pulled out enough so he could then gently inch by inch reintroduce himself to her, hoping she’d be more comfortable. To his relief, this time around she didn’t flinch but gave him one of her gorgeous smiles. His heart beat faster, the blood pumping through his body.

  They clenched hands, fingers overlapping, palms melding together as one as he thrust in and upward.

  This felt so good. Even through the condom he experienced her warmth and tightness. Her pussy’s slickness made him harder, like something had shot through his cock, urging and encouraging him to go deeper and faster.

  She caught her breath. In fact, now her chest was rising up rapidly and falling just as quickly. Her fingers buried themselves in his. Her pussy squeezed his dick so hard he thought he’d climax right then. However, he needed to hold on just a little longer because he sensed she was on the verge of something wonderful.

  Rachel mumbled a few words, but her voice was so faint he couldn’t hear. She shook, and clenched his cock again. She threw her head back, let go of his hands and grabbed the pillow behind her. Her knuckles turned white as she pounded each one against the mattress. A little bead of perspiration clung on her upper lip and her cheeks were flushed. Her nipples stood, upright and beautiful.

  If he’d hazarded a guess, Mitchell would bet that she’d just enjoyed what looked like a wonderful orgasm. That meant he was now free to experience the same without holding off any longer. He thrust hard, and wilder, hoping he wasn’t hurting her.

  He closed his eyes as he let himself go and found release. It had been intense and spectacular but he suddenly was calm and relaxed. He hadn’t felt this way since… Well, it had been so long, he couldn’t remember even if his life depended upon it. He stayed inside her, leaned over her body, trying to take his weight so he didn’t crush her delicate frame. They rubbed noses and then kissed. This one was better than their first, their second. Their tongues dueled as her hand ran through what little hair he had. They pulled away and rested their foreheads together.

  Mitchell’s arms grew tired and he couldn’t hold on much longer. He pulled out and rolled onto his side beside her. She turned his way.

  “That was fantastic,” she said. “My mother would call it an off the charts orgasm.”

  Mitchell laughed. “She the expert on orgasms or something?”

  “Oh yeah, top sex expert. You ever heard of the Sarah Brown Experience?”

  “That talk show all about sex, vibrators and things to make you blush?”

  Rachel nodded.

  “That’s your mother. The one who insisted on this?”

  “Yep, the one and only.”

  “Well then I think I should call into her show and thank her.”

  “She even sent along a sex position book and some of her new orgasm-enhancing gel. However, I don’t think it could get any better than it did.”

  “How about we read that book together while we soak in the tub?”

  Chapter Five

  Rachel sat close to Mitchell on the ledge of the whirlpool as he turned the pages of her mother’s book, lifting it a few inches from the splashing water so it didn’t get wet.

  “These aren’t for real. Look––that defies gravity,” said Mitchell, pointing to the man in the photo. “Even if my leg was in great shape I couldn’t pull that o
ff.”

  Rachel laughed and ran her hands down his chest.

  “This one looks very interesting,” he said upon turning the page.

  Feeling frisky again, she nudged his chin with her nose. What woman wouldn’t, after the mind-blowing climax she’d enjoyed with Mitchell? And she’d never had sex in quite that position before.

  “You want to try that one?” she asked. She dragged her hand under the water and found his cock. It hardened as she ran her fingers over it like she was practicing scales on the piano.

  “I’d be a fool to say no to a pretty girl. Yeah, let’s give it a go.”

  He put the book on the side of the tub, climbed out and held her hand while she raised herself over the edge. Mitchell wrapped a towel around her and patted her dry. He rubbed it briskly over his body. As she walked behind him to the bed, she noticed his limp seemed worse.

  “Is your leg hurting?”

  “Just a bit stiff, that’s all. I thought the warm water would help but there must be some rain on the way It’s almost like my leg can predict the weather. It aches and then sure enough a couple of hours later we get a storm. ”

  “You sure you want to try this? I mean, if your leg…”

  “I want to…and maybe you can give me a massage after.”

  “I’d love to.”

  They wrapped their arms around one another and fell onto the bed.

  “So, can you remember how we do this?” Mitchell reached for another condom and sat it beside him.

  “Okay, we sit facing one another and then I move in so I can rest my legs over your thighs.”

  They slid toward one another and got into position. Rachel brought her right leg up and almost kicked Mitchell in the jaw.

  “Sorry, guess it takes some practice,” she said.

  Mitchell held her legs apart and then ran his fingers through her folds, swirling around her cream.

  “You have a great touch. I love it,” she said, leaning into him so she could nibble on his lower lip. She drew in her breath when he eased one of his fingers inside her. She closed her eyes. She loved his touch. No matter where it was on her body it felt warm and comforting. He played with her clit, swirling his finger around over the swollen nub. She bit her bottom lip. Mitchell and his magical touch drove her crazy. She rested her cheek against his chest and took a deep breath. He kissed the top of his head as he worked his thumb against her clit. She groaned before running her tongue against his chest. Its hair tickled her tongue and she took in his scent. Rachel had detected the spicy undertone of his aftershave the minute she’d met him. It swirled around her now and she couldn’t help but playfully nip his skin as he brought her to climax.

  “Okay, you ready?” Mitchell whispered.

  “I think I’ll have to lift my butt a little for you,” she said.

  Rachel held his shoulders, raising her hips and feeling stretched to the max as Mitchell pushed his cock inside her.

  “So, just which one of us moves?” asked Mitchell.

  “We should have brought the book over here. I don’t think we’re in a position to go grab it right now, do you?”

  “How about we both move toward one another? That might be even more fun.”

  They laughed when their heads bumped on their first attempt. Rachel decided to lean back on her elbows and let Mitchell do all the work.

  She arched upwards, remembering the model of the vagina her mother had in her office and the red areas indicating where a woman’s sweet spots were. Mitchell must have seen it too, because he was hitting the mark each time he moved.

  Rachel screamed a little.

  “Did I hurt you?” asked Mitchell.

  “No, just the opposite. Keep pounding me…Oh, right there.”

  This time around as her climax built, the room began swirling, making her lightheaded. She leaned into Mitchell. He held her tight, rubbing her back as she climaxed. She licked his chest and minutes later felt him find release.

  They held one another, both panting, and Rachel could swear she was hearing not only her own heartbeat, but his, too. He rubbed her back again She could stay like this forever, but soon they’d both be back to their real lives.

  “That was better than great,” Mitchell whispered in her ear.

  Some of the glitter she’d seen in the car fell onto them again, dusting their bodies and the bed. They both looked up at the same time.

  “Same thing happened to me in the limo and I couldn’t figure out where it had come from,” said Mitchell.

  “Me too. I think it was fairy dust. I know it sounds crazy, but it reminds me of this picture book I had when I was a kid about fairies and they had this magic dust that looked like it.”

  “Then that’s what it has to be.”

  A flash of lightning zigzagged by the window, and a few seconds later a clap of thunder shook their hotel suite, followed quickly by a heavy downpour.

  “Guess you were right about the rain,” said Rachel. “Oh––I’d almost forgotten. I owe you a massage.”

  “You sure?”

  “Positive. I’ve taken a few classes in it in case I ever want to add it to my repertoire as a physical therapist.”

  “It sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”

  “Okay, then … lie on your back and just relax.”

  “That won’t be too hard for me.”

  Rain began pelting against the window as Rachel got off the bed to dim the lights and look around for something to use as massage oil.

  “I think we might have to use the orgasm-enhancing gel to oil your back.”

  Mitchell turned his head and rested his cheek on the bed. “Do you think a back can have an orgasm?”

  She laughed. “I guess we’ll soon find out.”

  Rachel hurried into the adjoining room to get her bag, and dug through it until she found the tube.

  She walked back to Mitchell and sat on the bed. She squeezed some in her hands, rubbed them together to warm it up and then made circles across Mitchell’s shoulders.

  “Oh yeah, that does have some aphrodisiac properties,” said Mitchell.

  “Really?”

  “I’ve got a hard-on already, but that could have something to do with those cute little hands of yours.”

  She ran them lower and then, feeling in a cheeky mood, slapped his butt.

  “Hey Ms. Moore, you do that to all your patients?”

  “Only the good-looking ones.”

  “Lucky them. Hey, do guys ever get erections when you touch them?”

  “Some do… ”

  “You mean like this?”

  He flipped over, caught her unaware and pulled her on top of him, cock digging into her navel. She leaned down and kissed him and then they rested their foreheads together

  “I like the name Mitchell,” she whispered.

  “It’s my paternal grandmother’s maiden name. My brother Ryan gets his name from our maternal grandmother’s family.”

  “That’s so nice of your parents, naming their sons in their own parents’ honor.”

  They rubbed noses and he squeezed her butt to pull her in even closer.

  “So, where do you work?” he asked.

  “St. John’s Rehabilitation Center.”

  “St. John’s. I’m having my surgery at the hospital there.”

  “You’ll be in great hands. It’s one of the best hospitals in the state. All the doctors are wonderful.”

  “That’s what they’ve assured me.”

  He ran his hand up and down her spine until she got goose bumps.

  “I’ve feeling enhanced,” said Mitchell. “Don’t know if it’s the massage oil or you who’s causing it.”

  “Probably the gel. My mother’s quite the expert with all her creams and sex toys.”

  “I think we need to see if it works on you before we can consider it a complete success.”

  “You’ve given me some of the best orgasms of my life. I don’t think you could top them.”

  “Any positi
on you don’t usually feel that enhanced in?”

  “Yeah, guy behind me…”

  He had a glint in his eye. “Just think of it as research for the good of all women,” said Mitchell.

  He grabbed the gel and before she could say anything he was rubbing it over her crotch and down into her folds. She closed her eyes as he eased his finger deep inside her. Her pussy tingled, but she wasn’t sure if it was the gel going to work or just the magic of his hands.

  Another clap of thunder rocked the room, accompanied by hailstones hitting the window pane.

  Mitchell drew his hand up slowly, lifting it over her belly.

  Without saying a word to one another, she stood, leaned over the bed and through her outspread legs saw Mitchell sheathing himself. His hands were cold as he placed them on her hips and pushed his cock inside her pussy..

  Rachel reached between her legs to rub her clit to help her along but suddenly stopped. She wouldn’t need to do that tonight, as she sensed she was edging close to an orgasm already. She pushed her head upwards, looking up at the ceiling and the mirror overhead. She pulled at the bed covers until they slid toward her, and then wiggled her toes as warmth invaded her pussy and womb.

  Was it really the gel or Mitchell? If it was the latter her mother was onto something that could turn her into a millionaire. However, deep in her heart she sensed Mitchell wasn’t like any other guy.

  Rachel didn’t have time to prepare for what came next. She screamed out and the only thing keeping her from going face down on the bed to whimper and scream was Mitchell’s firm grip on her hips and ass.

  His thighs smashed into hers and then he went still, filling her with comforting warmth in her pussy. If only they could stay like this: the two of them with their scars, hugging, keeping one another safe from the outside world.

  They fell on the bed together.

  “This is turning into one of the best nights of my life,” said Mitchell.

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