A Hope and a Chance(15)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I wrapped my hands around Hope’s small waist and pulled her into the kiss. By the time my tongue brushed against hers, she’d put her hands up my shirt and ran them over my chest. She pulled away and licked her lips. “Take off your shirt. I want to touch you.”

“We shouldn’t do this.” I suggested, while I held the edge of my shirt to prevent her from moving it.

She took my hand and shoved it away. “Yes we should. Unless you don’t want to?” She asked as she backed away from my face.

We stared at each other for a minute. Her lips were already puffy from our kisses while her eyes were burning with such desire. She appeared to be searching for what to say. “Don’t you want me, Chance? I saw the way you’ve been looking at me. You admitted that you liked my body. I’m not very experienced, and my last boyfriend was an asshole. I probably won’t be the best but…” She sucked on her bottom lip before continuing. “I’m so hot for you. I’ve never wanted someone so much before.”

I pushed her away enough to pull off my shirt. I would face the repercussions in the morning. This was something that I needed, that I longed for.

I couldn’t stop myself.

She was begging.

Her hands were on my bare chest. She had an eager smile on her face as she leaned down and licked the skin on my stomach. I pulled her back up into my arms, grabbing her hair and leading her into another kiss. Her tongue was like heaven. I’d deprived myself of affection like this for far too long that I was burning up inside.

She gripped the t-shirt of mine that she was wearing and pulled it over her head. I stared at the white laced, strapless bra. She took my hands and guided them to cup each breast. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The hunger inside of me wanted this while I knew it was a terrible idea.

“Hope, we should stop. You don’t want this. It’s just the alcohol.” I pleaded with her to stop me, because I knew I didn’t have the will to do it myself.

“It’s not just the alcohol.” I watched her body language shift from sexy to very unsure. It was as if she didn’t want to give up, but worried it was going to come to that. She was absolutely adorable like this. “Fine. If that’s how you feel. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll leave you alone.”

“I can’t tell you that.” I may have been a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them.

“Why not?”

I sighed as I watched my hands brushing over the sides of her hips. She was using her own to control mine, but I was the one feeling everything. I licked my lips before responding to her. “Because, I do.”

“You do what, Chance?” She took one of her hands and let go of mine. Before I could protest, she let it glide over the hard lump between my legs. She already knew how much I wanted her. The proof was suddenly obvious.

“Ah, oh God, I want you so bad.” I kissed her ravenously before stopping and putting my hand over hers to prevent her from moving. “This isn’t going to happen. I’m sorry. I can’t do it. I won’t.”

I had to get up and leave the room before I changed my mind, and ended up taking her to my bed. It wasn’t just the fact that I was attracted to her, or that we were all alone. It was the feeling of being wanted by someone after such a long time. I’d imagined this night in my head, but never been so conflicted before. I couldn’t have sex with Hope, and be able to enjoy myself when I knew she was intoxicated. It would eat me up inside if I went through with it.

Hope said nothing when I left the room, and all I could assume was that she felt rejected enough to give me space. I had to push her away. It was the right decision.

I’d been sleeping for quite some time before I felt my mattress moving. I sat straight up in bed, forgetting for a moment that I wasn’t alone in my apartment. She sat on top of my legs and leaned forward to kiss me before I could protest. I didn’t reach up to hold her, but instead kept my hands flat at my sides.

When she finally pulled away to see how I would react, I turned to look at the clock. Noticing that it was near three, I knew this wasn’t about any alcohol. This chick was coming on to me all by herself. She wanted this, and I was cornered into making a fast decision. “Hope, please. You’re killing me here.”

She jumped off the bed and headed for the direction of the door. “I’m so stupid.”

For a few minutes I laid there contemplating with myself on what I should do.

I found her sitting on the couch. She didn’t say anything as I dropped down to my knees in front of her. My hands were shaking, knowing this was such an intense moment. “I need to know that if I take you back to my bed it’s because you want to be there. I can’t have you saying that it was a mistake.”

She shook her head. “I won’t say that. I won’t tell anyone this happened. I swear.”

Hearing her words made my choice easy. I picked her up into my arms, kissing her the whole way I carried her to my room. I sat her gently on the bed and watched as she backed up onto it, never taking her eyes off of mine.

While crouching down on the mattress, I ran my hands up her legs, taking my time. She watched me pull down her boxers, the whole time licking those sexy lips, which made me want her even more. When the shorts hit the floor I stared at her lying on my bed. I kissed her hip bone and then her stomach. Once I made it to her chest, I slowly used my hands to pull down one side of her bra. Hope remained quiet, letting me take control.

As I succumbed to her hot kisses, I reached my hand inside of her underwear to feel her silky skin. She was so ready, the proof cupped within my hand. While shaking, she unbuttoned my shorts and kicked them off with her feet.

There was no time to think. No time to rationalize that this had gone too far; that it never should be happening. She pulled me into position with her legs, and for a moment, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

“We need protection first.” I said worrying how incredibly stupid I’d almost been. Just imagining getting this chick pregnant made me cringe.

“I’m on the pill. Stop talking.” Her lips covered mine, momentarily making me forget our predicament.

I should have never taken her word for it, but I had. Our hips moved systematically together, first slowly but then at a more rapid pace. I was captivated by her body and when she touched me with those lips, anywhere, I got chills deep inside. Her tongue teased me on my neck and ears, and then finally my mouth. I felt her body arching underneath mine and I couldn’t hold out any longer.