A Hope and a Chance(28)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I wanted her to understand, but it was easier said than done. Hope had gone to extremes and I felt really bad about it. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the show, but she didn’t have to do that. She should have never doubted my feelings. I wanted to tell her so badly. I’d practiced it in my head a million times. It just seemed like telling her the truth would only hurt her in the end. I promised her this weekend and after that we’d have to stop.

There was no way she could find out she was that important to me. Too many lives were at stake. My happiness had to wait, so others could have theirs. As much as it hurt, I knew it was how it had to be.

I’d give Hope a great weekend, tell her the truth about my past, and then wait for her to push me away. She would know everything, and that could only lead to one conclusion.

Our relationship would never be.

I tried to sleep, but it was impossible with my bare skin against hers. I just wanted to savor every moment that we had, knowing at any moment it could be our last. It hurt to even think about.

I held my head up and watched her lying there. She seemed so peaceful, and if she’d been feeling half as bad as me, she hadn’t been sleeping very well lately. I could never seem to close my eyes at night knowing she was so near.

It was difficult knowing that we couldn’t have this. We’d have to go back to pretending nothing ever happened. After having her so close, it was going to prove to be damn near impossible.

I tried not to wake Hope, but I couldn’t keep myself from kissing her. Her naturally tanned skin was stunning; she had no idea how perfect she was. I ran my lips over her stomach, kissing every few inches. My mouth kept wandering down to her hip, making her stir. “Sorry,” I whispered.

While still half asleep she moaned, “Don’t stop.”

I lowered the sheet that covered her out of the way and began kissing her inner thigh. I watched as I did it again and saw her responding. She licked her lips. I kissed between Hope’s legs, fulfilling a desire that I knew I’d never want to deny her of.

The taste of her sent me into a frenzy. I’d never wanted to do this to anyone I’d been with in my past. For so long I’d refused to even try it, but even on our first night together I found myself craving her in ways that I’d never experienced.

At first I chalked it up to the alcohol, but as the days passed I still felt the same.

She began to convulse uncontrollably, physically motioning she was pleased that I’d woke her. She gripped me by my hair and pulled me up to her face. Her kiss was so powerful, so hungry. I was eager to satiate her every desire.

We switched positions, easily she straddled me while in a sitting position. Hope’s flawless breasts were in arms reach and I couldn’t stop myself from touching them. Her skin was silky smooth, her nipples hardening when my fingers coursed over them.

Hope began kissing me on my chest, and then my stomach. She licked my belly button then blew cold air on it. It gave me chills, causing my skin to raise. She did it again, this time dragging her tongue over the hair that led down to my cock. Her soft breasts kept rubbing against it. It was almost too much to handle.

She took me in her mouth without hesitation. The sheer fact that she’d done it without being asked turned me on. It felt like heaven, and any man would admit that watching was an instant high. She’d asked for a weekend, and as the seconds on the clock ticked, it was becoming impossible to imagine saying goodbye to all of this.

“Oh shit, Hope. Please slow down. I don’t want to go yet.” I was begging for it to last.

She did it harder, almost insinuating she wanted it more than I did. As hard as it was to do, I pulled away from her and took a second to catch my breath. She looked at me with hungry eyes, so I did the first thing that came to mind. I held her close, kissing her slowly, while maneuvering myself inside of her again. I knew she had to be sore, so I took my time. We weren’t in a hurry; in fact we had all night to do this.

It didn’t take long for me to lose it. Once again she’d gotten to me.

I switched positions with Hope so that I could hold her against my chest, not wanting the weight of my body to make her uncomfortable as we slept. Once I had her nestled in my arms we were both able to find peace.

16

I woke up in exactly the position that I’d wanted to be for so long. Chance’s arms were still wrapped around me, and even though I could see that the sun was out, there was no way I was getting out of this bed. Every time we’d been together, something had stopped this from happening.

Chance promised me a weekend and I was determined to hold him to his word. I convinced myself that I wasn’t going to think of what was to come. To say that I was excited would have been an understatement. It was going to feel wonderful to lie on the beach next to him, and hold his hand as we strolled along the water’s edge. Maybe it was a bit corny, but a girl can only dream.

My father and Buffy weren’t due back until Monday morning. That meant that Chance and I would have a whole two days and nights together. Even though the beach sounded like a fantastic idea, I didn’t really care where we spent it, as long as we were together.

I wanted to savor every single minute of this day, with the reality of it ending hidden in the back of my mind.

I set my chin on Chance’s chest and watched as it rose and fell. His little nipples were so cute and I found myself kissing them, before I even realized I was doing it. His physique was chiseled, and I loved the way it felt against my palms. He had this cute inny belly button with a little patch of hair under it that I played with. There were so many things about Chance that made me swoon. It wasn’t because he was older, obviously that meant nothing to me. The most important thing was his heart. He could try to hide his feelings all he wanted, but last night confirmed that he felt something. It was true that I’d seduced him, but what happened after that wasn’t just about the sex. I knew that if the circumstances were different, we could have a real shot at being together. Unfortunately, he had to worry about my father finding out, which would turn out to be a literal disaster.

If that was our only hurdle maybe we could find a way around it, but Chance had too much to lose. He loved his sister. I could see it when they were together, and I also knew how happy he was to be able to live so close to her. If we tried to make things work he would have to move. This wasn’t just his home. With my father being his only means of money, Chance didn’t have a lot of options. Moving to another state had to have been a hard choice for him, considering he was doing it to be close to Buffy. Why else would he have done it?