Second Chances

Who would have thought that a single year could bring about such a change?

Keesha lay back against the pillows and watched him undress. Though they had fallen into a comfortable routine, the fire between them had not dimmed. His mere presence fanned the flame that burned constantly within her.

Like right now.

He stood beside the bed, his beautiful chest bare. Scores of muscles, refined by hours in the gym, rippled and flexed with every movement. A flash of knowing smile and then a pose struck just as she liked.

Keesha knew that he did so only because she once said that the sight of his male beauty aroused her. He didn't agree, or understand, but he indulged her nonetheless.

He was learning the art of seduction. Keesha reflected momentarily that perhaps he was learning too well. Eyes fixed upon her, he slowly drew down the zipper of the black denim jeans he wore. The metal closure stalled as it neared the enormous bulge that strained to be released. Shifting slightly, he carefully continued his task.

Not once did he shift his gaze from Keesha's. His large, strong hands pushed both jeans and briefs down his firm thighs. Deliberately he took his time removing them from his body.

Keesha watched as he straightened up and simply stood before her. She drank in the sight of him, a strong way in every way. He stood unmoving with his hands at his sides. He could have been a piece of sculpture; if not for the occasional twitch of his erection, Keesha thought.

There was no question about his desire for her. The magnificent proof strained upward against his flat abdomen. He reached over and grabbed a foil packet from the bedside table. Before he could tear it open, Keesha held out her hand to him.

His breathing quickened as he watched her tear open the silver square and beckon him forward. His eyes shut as she grasped him within her warm hands and stroked him gently. He gasped softly as Keesha slowly encased his erect member within the protective sheath.

She reached lower and cupped him gently. Her nimble fingers caressed his most sensitive flesh and he could not restrain the moan that vibrated up from his chest. "Keesha." Her name was a plea.

Smiling sensually, she led him by his erect member down atop her. He parted her thighs and thrust slowly until he was buried inside her. Keesha wrapped her legs about him and held him immobile within her. Together, they savored the feeling of oneness.

Keesha's fingers roamed his broad back as he began to move. Slow thrusts gave way to rapid strokes. With the singleminded concentration she had come to love about him, he drove repeatedly within her.

"Keesha . . ." Her name fell from his lips like poetry. She heard the reverence in each utterance of his mouth.

"Yes . . ." she urged him on. "Just like that . . ."

His strong arms tightened about her as his thrusts deepened. Keesha felt almost impaled by the enormous arousal that filled her so completely. She shifted her hips and accepted all that he gave her.

Too soon the internal flutterings began. Keesha felt herself spiral toward release. "Now . . ." she cried. "I'm about to . . . "

Vibrant blue eyes flew open to find her gaze upon him. "Just let go," Jason moaned, feeling his own release near.

Together they cried out as the overwhelming sensations bombarded them. Jason shuddered as he felt his release subside. He kissed her mouth as he rose from the bed. Keesha frowned as he moved quickly into the bathroom.

"I will always protect you, Keesha," he apologized when he returned. "Now that you've given us a second chance, I won't let the stupid mistakes I made in the past come back to haunt us."

She knew that he referred to his ill-fated tryst with Carly Roberts. Keesha trusted Jason, but they both knew that Carly had not been discreet in regards to sex. This was just another facet of their relationship to work out. Until they were sure Carly's poor decisions had no bearing on their lives, they would be careful.

Jason eased onto the bed behind Keesha and held her tight.

"It's alright," she sighed. She would not let Carly's ghost ruin the love she had found again with Jason. Turning over, she smiled at him to lighten the mood.

He accepted her olive branch gratefully. "Look at it this way," Jason shared a rare joke, "we are doing our part to keep the old man's pharmaceutical in business."