Hard Redemption: A Second Chance Romantic Comedy

by Emily J. Wright

  Besides, a little tease and deny were necessary to keep her on edge. This is what makes the orgasm explosive in the end—and I was determined to give her one.

  Once I was through with her breasts, I then began to prep her for the main course she was asking and desperately waiting for. I put my arms under her lower back, lifted her off the bed a little and placed a pillow underneath her. Then I slithered down from the bed and spread her legs wide for the big unveiling. As I started pulling down her panty with my teeth, I felt no less than an MVP cutting the ribbon of a car dealership’s grand opening.

  But my happiness was not for long. A weird thought crossed my mind and got me to thinking.

  And I went speechless.

  Almost motionless.

  My heart was beating faster than ever, and a lot of unwanted questions were rouletting in my mind.

  I often wonder how a thought can even strike the mind when there is no blood above there. But consciousness works in strange ways. It tricks you; plays you; make you helpless. And most importantly, it will strike at the time when you least need it.

  Anyways, around halfway down the unveiling, I abruptly stopped when the roulette of my questions landed on the ugliest question of all and disturbed me to the core.

  Am I taking advantage of her?

  I looked at her from down there, and I got my answer—which was not pretty.

  She was under the influence of alcohol, and her senses were dumbed down to that of a horny teenager. Just a few hours ago when we were in the limo, she had accused me of spiking the champagne and what I was doing to her then was putting me in line with that very same blame.

  She was drunk, unable to make her decision. But I was sober. My conscience was screaming at me that it was the wrong thing to do. I was so helpless that I couldn’t even curse the day I grew a conscience.

  Amber lurched a little from the bed and saw me frozen with her panty in my teeth. And she asked, “Are you asleep down there?”

  I let go of her panty and stood up. “I am sorry. I can’t do this.”

  “No, No—not again.” She trembled on the bed like a fish suffocating after being pulled out of the water. “You can’t just warm up the engine and don’t drive.”

  “Do you think it’s easy for me to say no to you? There is a storm inside me, coursing through my veins, asking me to just grab you and make love to you till morning.”

  “Then why are you rejecting all of this?” Amber said while gliding her hand down from her lips to her vagina. And in frustration, she even commented on my manhood. “What kind of man are you?”

  “A sober one. And believe me when I say this, I have never regretted quitting drinking until now.” The darkness of disappointment was making its way inside me, and I took a deep sigh of regret as I said, “If I were drunk like you today, I’d be all over you.”

  Do you see the irony of the situation I was in? No sober man in my position would ever pass on the opportunity to shack the hell out of her. She was asking for it, begging for it. But I just couldn’t. I had to content myself with capturing the image of her glistening body in my eyes.

  Amber was confused—and so would anyone in her place. I couldn’t blame her; it was hard to explain the predicament I was in. Nevertheless, she asked, “Wait! You can have sex with me when drunk but not sober? What kind of pathetic excuse is this?”

  “You are drunk, Amber. People tend to make wrong decisions when they are under the influence of alcohol which they regret later in the morning. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you.”

  “There is no doubt that alcohol causes one to make bad decisions but it doesn’t change the fact that it also makes one say the truth buried deep inside them. I love you, Duke. I love you with all my heart—whether sober or drunk.”

  I knew in my heart that Amber had never stopped loving me; she just stopped believing that she ever loved me. Her love for me was hidden deep in thick layers of anger and resentment, and it had then made its way out of the darkness of hatred for me.

  Hearing Amber’s full confession of love for me for the very first time since my arrest, I couldn’t resist my happiness. I rushed to her bedside and kneeled down. “I can’t tell you how much I ached to hear that from you.”

  Everything around me turned blur. It didn’t take long for that excitement to turn into the pleasure of our mouths. That was the perfect romantic moment I had been yearning for years where we both were drawn towards each other.

  While we were savoring each other’s lips, that lingering thought interrupted the moment again. My consciousness wasn’t ready to back down so easily and struck again. I stopped kissing her and asked, “But there is still a bright chance that you won’t remember all this in the morning.”

  “You don’t think I am woman enough to handle my alcohol?”

  “Well, you are woman enough, there is never a doubt about that, but I am not sure about the drinking.”

  Amber was too stubborn to easily give up in the battle against my consciousness. She did make some convincing points to make me rethink my decision. “Then that is all the more reason to have sex with me. Make love to me like you have never made before. Give me a night to remember you by. Even if I forget, which I won’t, what you got to lose?”

  “Everything!”—I took Amber’s face in my hands and looked straight into her dreamy blue eyes—“You are my everything, and I’ll lose you.” I then stroked her hair and gently pecked her cheek. “I have hurt you enough. I don’t want to hurt you again. I feared that you would accuse me in the morning of taking advantage of you. Even though you started all this by pulling my pants down, but I know it’s the melon that always suffers—not the knife.”

  Amber had by then understood the predicament I was going through and asked, “So, you will lose the chance to have sex with me just to protect my feelings?”

  “It’s not only the mating of our bodies that I am interested in. I want the mating of our souls.” I grabbed her hand and gently pressed it against my heart and further said, “I want you to feel the same fire that ignites for you here. I want our hearts to beat like they are one.”

  My love for Amber hadn’t shaken a bit over the years. In fact, it had actually increased manifold. I was missing those old times and happiness all-round very dearly and desperately. If only I could just go back in time and relive those moments? But even in extreme situations, I had never lost hope to get all that back again.

  As I reminisce those happy memories, I held Amber’s hand between my hands and said, “I want to go on a walk in the morning with your hand in mine. When I come back from work after a tiring day, I want you to feed me a hot meal with these beautiful hands of yours.” I then raised her hands close to my lips and kissed them.

  I didn’t know what or how much she would recall in the morning, but I couldn’t help myself saying what I felt about us. I had by then gotten too emotional, and my eyes were filled with tears.

  I rested my head in her lap and said, “This is the place where I can finally rest and get some peace after freeing myself of all the worries and troubles . . . if only I could live under your shadow for my entire life.”

  She gently stroked my hair and said, “I would love it very much. I too missed us, you know. And I promise I’ll never forget this night.”

  “You better, Amber, you better. I can’t lose you. I don’t know what I’ll do without you in my life. I’ll be lost forever.”

  It was getting difficult for me to contain my tears within. God knows for how long they were yearning to come out. I quickly got up and turned my face away; I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of Amber. I blinked back tears before the floodgates could open. But I failed to evade being sighted in that extremely vulnerable state and couldn’t escape reality from her.

  Amber came over and stood right in front of me. She took my face in her hand and comforted me. “Don’t worry. I’ll not let that happen.” She then kissed me on the forehead and literally ordered, “Tomorrow morning
, I want you to wake me up with a nice breakfast, just like the old times, and finish me off before I finish that breakfast. All right?”

  “That would be quite a challenge, but I am up for it,” I said with a brief smile on my face and took a light sniff thereafter. Amber’s reassurance worked like a charm and gave me the much-needed confidence at that time. It was getting late, and so I advised, “Now, go to sleep, Amber. I don’t want any dark circles under your eyes.”

  “Really? Like this?” she said pointing at her naked self. “Grab me my PJ, will you? It’s the least you could do after toying with me.”

  She went back and sat on the bed as I looked inside her closet full of clothes. I was surprised to see a lot of PJ’s, and confused as to what to choose, asked, “There are a lot of them. Which one do you want?”

  “The white one with tiny hearts.” She eased my search by pointing at it. “It’s hanging next to my purple nightie. I think it would be perfect for tonight.”

  “I think so too,” I said as I unhung her heart printed PJ.

  As I came towards the bedside to hand her the PJ, she turned her back to me and extended her arms back. It was but obvious that she wanted me to dress her up—which I didn’t object to and was very happy to oblige.

  I put her arms through the sleeves of the shirt and gently pulled it up—not before kissing her shoulder. I then softly turned her around and started buttoning up her pajama shirt.

  It was a nice feeling to dress up my wife. But it soon brought upon a new challenge when I couldn’t fasten the top two buttons of her shirt. The PJ fits her perfectly well except it was too tight around the chest which seemed highly implausible.

  I wondered if her boobs had gone bigger as if her 36D bra size was not enough. I gently moved my hands around her breasts and cupped them. Yes, I was right. Her breasts were swollen by a cup or two—probably due to arousal.

  “Are you looking for a lump?” Amber asked in a low tone to not break my concentration.

  “Don’t say that,” I said placing my hand on her mouth. “May your boobs live longer than my prostate.”

  “That’s the nicest thing you have said to me all night.” Amber got very emotional and on the spur of the moment pulled my face down between her big breasts.

  “Really?” I asked with surprise in a muffled speech with my face buried in Amber’s boobs.

  “Yes . . . ,” she replied while patting my head.

  I was pretty sure I said some pretty great things to her that night. I was probably channeling the spirit of Shakespeare, but she liked the one that involved my prostate.

  It was weird.

  Nevertheless, I was feeling very comfortable with my face pressed against her breasts—soft like a cushion made from clouds. I exhaled a deep breath on her breasts and kissed them.

  She misjudged it to be my consent and asked, “Does that mean the sex is on?”

  “No, just got lost in wonderland for a second.”

  I quickly removed my face from her breast before things could get out of hand, and then instantly get down to business. I gave it a good try, but there was no way in hell to button-up those top two buttons of her shirt.

  And I finally advised, “Maybe leave these two buttons open. You wouldn’t feel hot at night.”

  After I was through slipping her into the PJ, I tucked her in the bed and gave her multiple kisses on her forehead with the same idea that it would penetrate into her mind and not let her forget about tonight.

  I picked my clothes from the floor and was about to leave her bedroom when she said, “I need a white rose too with the breakfast.”

  I nodded my assent and left her bedroom with a hope running through my mind.

  May the sunrise bring my sunshine back into my life.

  Chapter 16

  I was lying on the couch thinking about what would transpire in the morning. I was so anxious and excited that my eyes had refused to shut down. Although I had successfully laid the foundation of reunion with my family, the ensuing morning was no less important. I was certainly hoping to seal the deal by greeting her with white rose and then followed by serving her body not only with a nice freshly cooked breakfast but also with . . . you know what I mean.

  While these thoughts were running through my mind, God knows when and how I dozed off. But just for a couple of hours. I woke up quite early in the morning.

  I stood up and looked out of the window. It was still dark outside; the sun seemed to have just risen.

  I went to the kitchen and take a look around the cabinets to see what I was working with. I decided to make waffles, scrambled eggs, pancake, French toast, and freshly squeezed orange juice.

  I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy task as I was out of practice. There was nobody in my life for a long time for whom I would cook a nice meal. I was living the life of a savage for so long in Amber’s absence that I forgot how good food smelled or tasted until a few days back.

  But I was very confident and knew in my heart that I would work something out. God helps those who help themselves. And it just seemed to be a matter of time to manage the preparation of the perfect breakfast for my lovely wife. Fortunately, I had a couple of hours in hand.

  And so it began.

  My self-help cooking attempts—or better yet a disastrous series of failure.

  Suffice to say that I didn’t burn down the kitchen—just burnt a lot of pancakes and wasted too many eggs.

  Time was running out, and I had by then only managed to ready the freshly squeezed orange juice. The pancakes were out of shape; eggs were overcooked; French toast didn’t taste like a toast at all—it was a total disaster. I was facing difficulty in getting anything done in the kitchen.

  I realized that my ego and overconfidence got the best of me. But it was better late than never. I decided to look up some recipe videos on the internet.

  It was when I finally made the waffle perfectly all right, everything started coming back to me. I flipped. I battered. I heated. I was probably channeling the soul of Flash at that time as the complete breakfast was then ready in no time. At precisely seven in the morning, I was climbing the stairs to Amber’s bedroom while carrying her breakfast set up perfectly on the bed tray.

  I entered her bedroom and put the bed tray on the nightstand. Amber was sound asleep like a tired baby. I wished I could sleep like her one day. She looked very peaceful.

  And not to forget—beautiful. How can someone look so gorgeous in the morning? She was looking as ravishing as I left her last night. In fact, even cuter. The stray hair on her face was hiding her glowing face from sun’s sight. Her light snore was no less than music to my ears. And she was drooling from the side of her wide open mouth.

  I wiped the drool with my thumb and sat at her bedside. How I wish I could just gaze at her for eternity? I just didn’t want to wake her up. But I had to keep my end of promise to her.

  I came closer to her—so close that I could feel her warm breath on my face. “Wake up, baby . . . ,” I whispered seductively in her ear. But she didn’t even flinch. I had to think of something else to wake her up. I went ahead and licked her earlobe which made her giggle.

  Aw! Even her cute giggles were enough to die for. I understood what I had to next, and gently kissed her eyes. “Come on, open these beautiful eyes for me.”

  “Hmm . . . ,” she mumbled and turned to her other side. She was in no mood to grace me with her loving gaze.

  “Come on, you big baby!” I said pulling her up by her arm. She was going down like a sack of potato, but I placed my hand on her back and didn’t let her fall. I then had her comfortably seated against the bed stand.

  “My head hurts,” she complained with a light groan as she moved her hand all over her face. In her disoriented state, she was trying to see through the drapes of her eyes but ended up just flickering them.

  I knew this will happen. And I came ready with the glass of ‘special something’ placed beside the orange juice in the food tray. I picked the glas
s after removing the coaster, gently placed it on Amber’s lips and made her drink. As I expected, she took a sip and gagged.

  “It’s my grandfather’s recipe for the hangover. I know it’s disgusting, but it’s effective.” She wasn’t ready to taste a drop more and was jerking her head back to avoid drinking it anymore. She was behaving like a child afraid of bitter medicine. And I firmly believed that bitter the medicine, more effective the remedy. What had to be done, had to be done. I grabbed her head from the back and forcefully made her finish all of it up until the last drop.

  “It was horrible.” She shook her head in disgust and then looked at me. She was officially awake then.

  “Well—Good Morning.” I kissed her passionately but didn’t get the tongue I was expecting.

  “Well, that better be a good-bye kiss.” She was acting shocked about me kissing her. There was a genuine surprise on her face.

  If I hadn’t been an ex-conman, I would have believed her charade in the blink of an eye. She didn’t know whom she was trying to fool; I was once the master of the con. I had an eye to recognize con—whenever and wherever.

  I knew that she was toying with me for leaving her horny last night. “Yeah, sure.” I scoffed to let her knew that I had called her bluff.

  At first, I thought to involve myself in her prank by making her believe that I completely fell for it. I was curious to see how far her charade could go. Wouldn’t that be interesting? But I decided not to. I wanted Amber to have fresh and hot breakfast and didn’t want my hard work go to waste.

  My indifferent attitude made her realize that she was a lousy actor and couldn’t pull off her charade anymore. As expected, she surrendered and asked me for breakfast. “Did you have what I asked for?”

  “Of course, I have been working on it all morning.” I carried the breakfast bed tray from the nightstand and put it on her lap. “I hope you’ll like it.”

  “What is this?” She sounded confused and was looking at me and the breakfast tray back and forth.