Second Chance - Chapter 19

PASSION


LOUIS...

I never knew that I was a stickler for punishment. 

Listening to her going on and on, recounting the good times she had with Ryan, was like slowly letting lemon juice drip on your wound, but I let her talk. She needed this. She needed to remember the good times they had, and she needed to move on.

Lying next to her was bittersweet. She felt so good in my arms but I knew that could never have her. The way she talked about the guy convinced me that she really loved him. To her, he was her hero; saving her from the big, bad wolf and sheltering her from the cruel world. He encouraged her to be herself and helped her to fulfil her potential. The man was practically superman. He was selfless, kind, caring, wonderful and all around good guy. How do you compete with that? 

I hated him!

A knock on the door interrupted her monologue of Ryan. Before getting out of the bed, I touched her cheek to brush the tears away. I rushed to the door. Grabbing the knob and turning it, I opened the door to a man in white suit, holding a tray of the sandwich and juice I ordered. I thanked him and took the tray.

When I returned, she was sitting on the chair drinking from a miniature bottle, which I guess came from the mini bar in the room. She had five other bottles on the coffee table in front of her.

“At least eat something first.”

She shook her head. “I’m not hungry.”

She took another swing that completely emptied the bottle. She put it on the coffee table and started on another one. When she finished with that one, she opened another. In less than fifteen minutes, she had completely finished all six bottles.

Realising she had ran out of her drinks, she stood up unsteadily to get some more from the mini refrigerator.  

“Holly, I think you had enough. You’re drunk.” I tried to stop her from getting more of the alcoholic drinks.

“I’m fine.” She ignored my advice. 

She had to go around the bed and walked past me to reach the refrigerator. She swayed a little and bumped her leg against the bed, which caused her to fall. Fortunately, I was there to catch her.

“You’re drunk.” I stated the obvious. I helped her to stand upright. She stood unsteadily on her feet, so I kept my arms around her.

Tilting up her head, she smiled and looked into my eyes. The action, unfortunately, brought her luscious lips closer. I just have to dip my head lower and I would capture her lips with mine. I swallowed hard as I stared at the sweet, tempting mouth of hers.

She licked her lips and leaned forward to close the distance between us. When her lips touched mine, I lost my self-restraint completely. I responded. Very passionately. I was no longer able to think logically and rationally of what I was doing. It was just feeling and no thinking, as passion and desire flooded my veins.

I pulled her closer as I could not get enough of her. I slipped my tongue to taste the inside of her lips. When our tongues met, it was heavenly sweet. I groaned. Her eager response fuel the fire in my blood further. 

She began to pull my shirt from my pants and slipped her hands under my shirt, caressing my bare skin. I responded in kind. I unbuttoned her blouse, before pushing it off her shoulder, exposing the soft skin underneath. It was silk and fire.

With the blouse discarded on the floor, I kissed and licked her shoulder while my right hands cupped her breast. She shivered in pleasure. My name escaped her lips in a delicious sigh, which I found so very exciting. I pulled slightly away to find the zipper of her skirt. It was unzipped in a matter of second, and it dropped and pooled around her feet. She stood in her lacy, black underwear which leaves very little to imagination.

I took a sharp intake of breath. She was exquisite.

She reached towards me to unbutton my shirt. I stood there motionless, holding my breath watching her fingers work on the button, one after another. I could not take my eyes of her. Only when she reached the last of the buttons, could I let out the breath I did not even know I had been holding. She pushed the shirt aside and began nibbling at the base of my throat. My body tensed and my heart was pounding heavily on my chest. I was in dire need of air. My breath seemed to be stuck in my throat. 

We somehow stumbled onto the bed, with her on top of me. I groaned as her weight on me excited me even more.

She pushed herself up, straddled my waist, pinned my wrists over my head, and began kissing me. She let go of my wrists and began caressing, and kissing, and licking and nibbling on my chest. She was going lower and lower and lower...

I do not know how much more of her stimulating, feathery soft caress I could take. I decided I had enough, so I twisted my body so that I was the one on top. However, that only put me in an interesting position between her thighs. Breath caught in my throat when she grinded her hips against me and wrapped her legs around my waist.

I gritted my teeth, trying to summon my self-control which had been absent these few minutes. I wanted her so much but my conscience would not let me take advantage of her while she was so vulnerable.

She was drunk and she had just lost her husband. For goodness’ sake! What was I thinking? Well, clearly I was not thinking. I need to get a grip on myself. 

But she was so beautiful lying there with her legs wrapped around my waist.....Stop it!

I needed to get out off the bed. Fast! Distance between her and I would be an excellent idea. The farther the distance, the better it was. My body was still throbbing....

“Holly. Love...” I swallowed hard. “We need to stop.”

“Why? You don’t want me?” Her voice was uneven and she looked like a lost little kitten, albeit a highly desirable one.

“I do, but we need to stop. You are not sober and also emotionally unstable. I don’t want to take advantage of you. You might regret this when you wake up tomorrow.” I touched her cheek kissed her lips tenderly. I forced myself to pull away. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done.

I rose from on top of her but her legs were still tangled seductively around my waist. Putting my hands on her smooth bare legs, I unwrapped those lovely legs from my body. I let my hands lingered there for a while until I realised that I was staring at her almost naked body.

I got off the bed as fast as I could. I pulled the duvet around her shoulder to cover her near nakedness. It was more for my sake than hers.

“Go to sleep, love.”

“Are you going to stay?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here.”

She turned on her side facing away from me. I sat on the other bed, watching her falling asleep.

“Good night, Louis.” She mumbled sleepily.

“Good night, Holly.” I whispered slowly.

I stood up when I saw her breathing was even, indicating that she was already asleep. My breathing and my heart beat was back to normal but the bulge in my pants was still there. Holly seemed to have no problem switching off after our intense and passionate session together.

After all these years, for me the passion was still there; stronger than ever. It had always been this way between us, before she walked out on us.

I heaved a great sigh and walked slowly to the toilet. When I was standing under the shower, I turned the cold water on.