Second Chances

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AN: As stated before, this fanfic is M for a purpose. There is a reason for it, and this one is one of them. Enjoy and review.

The Joys of Life

It was dusk, when we made it back to the house. My Aunt Ryona and Uncle M, were out with the rest of my family. Embry and I were alone in my house and that was enough cause to celebrate. It had been so long since we spent a peaceful afternoon together. I had planned so many good things in my mind. I was going to have naughty fun with my boyfriend. Oh, the joy of youth!

"You should park your bike in the garage." I told Embry, since it started to rain as we made it down the dirt path that led to my house. I didn't want his new motorcycle to get soaked, again. We were both drenched and completely covered in water, but I didn't care.

The motorcycle ride was amazing. We took our time getting back home. I knew that my father wanted to go to a fancy restaurant in Port Angeles, and I didn't want to go. Micah would probably end up spoiling my afternoon.

I felt my arms empty as I got off the motorcycle. I had gotten used to holding Embry's waist. He felt so warm and safe. Just holding him in my arms was everything that I needed. But now that I was a few feet from him, I felt a chill run down my back, as the cold wind blew. I shuddered and felt the skin on the back of my neck stand up. It was a strange sensation, but I pushed it to the back of my mind.

I went up the front steps and opened the front door. The house was empty and the lights were all off. I loved the feeling of silence as I walked down the corridor of my house. It was quiet and peaceful. There was nothing that could spoil my afternoon with Embry. I got to the kitchen and opened the door that led to the garage. I quickly pressed the button that opened the garage and waited for the large garage door to open.

My heart stopped beating when I saw Embry slowly pushing his motorcycle inside the garage. His biceps bulged as he easily and effortlessly parked the large black toy. He had given me his leather jacket, complaining that he was too hot to wear leather. I immediately took it and wore it over my already drenched sweater.

"Let's get out of these wet clothes." he said, as he trudged towards me. I nodded and pressed the button that closed the garaged. "I don't want my princess to get sick." he said, as he stood in front of me, his beautiful smile shining brightly.

"I don't want you to get sick either, Em." I said, my voice muffled, because of the motorcycle helmet that I was still wearing. I walked back in to the kitchen and down the hall.

"Look at my head." I laughed. I found it hard to remove the motorcycle helmet. I looked so funny as I passed the mirror in the hall, with the massive head. Embry laughed and helped me remove it.

"You look so cute, Madie." he said, pulling the helmet off my head. "I love you, angel." he said, kissing my lips softly. He held the helmet in his hand and placed it on the coffee table.

"I'm going to go get the clothes we are going to wear, alright?" he said, bending his head to kiss me. "Is there anything in specific that you wanna wear?" he asked, resting his hand on my waist.

"Nah! I'll wear anything that you bring for me. I'm going to prepare our shower." I said, getting on my tiptoes and kissing his lips one last time.

I went in to the bathroom and opened the spout and let the water run. It was strange how easy it was to be with him. I felt the pull and the connection that tied us together. It was difficult to explain, but it was there.

"Embry get two towels, please!" I shouted, as I walked back to the living room and locked the front door and closed all the blinds and curtains. I didn't want anyone to bother us, while we were making hot crazy love.

I walked back to the bathroom and unzipped the large leather jacket that Embry had lent me. I started to strip off my clothes by sections. It had been long since I stood in front of the mirror and observed my reflection. I didn't like what I saw. There were black bruises that covered my torso, hips and arms. The fall off the cliff left me pretty badly hurt, but my guardian angels had saved me.

I ran my hand up my left breast and noticed a a thin pinkish scar under my areola. I hated what I was seeing. I never had scars on my body and seeing the difference in contrast of the bruises against my skin was making me feel depressed and the sexual desire that had been beating hard against my chest began to slowly subside.

"You are beautiful, Madie-love." Embry whispered as he entered the bathroom door and walked to where I was. "I love you and find you alluring, princess." he said, as he stood behind me, placing the towels on towel rack.

"I don't like them. They make me feel ugly, Em." I whined, running my hand along my flat stomach.

Embry shook his head and took off his tee shirt. "Then if you don't like your scars and bruises, you must not like me." he said sternly, placing his hands on my shoulder and gently spun me around to face him. "I got scars, too. Do they make me less attractive in your eyes?"

I shook my head and placed my hands on his chest. "No. You are perfect, Embry. You are too good to be true." I mumbled, getting on my tiptoes to kiss his chest. I glided my tongue along the scar that rested above his nipple and then looked up at him. He was smiling, his dimple decorating those beautiful, fleshy lips of his.

"I love everything about you, sweetheart." he mumbled, putting his hands on my hips. "Amazing." he whispered, leaning his head towards me. "Glorious." he said, biting my earlobe. He ran circles with his hand over my flat stomach and stopped around the waistband of my pants. "Mine. Only mine." he said, smiling impishly, as his hand glided upward and cupped my right breast.

"Turn around and see how magnificent we look together, naked and in love." he said mischievously.

I turned around and admired how amazing we looked together. His hand remained over my right breast and the other around the waistband of my pants. I leaned back, as he leaned his head forward, over my shoulder and brought his warm mouth over my left breast. I could feel the heat of his mouth, engulf my nipple. His skilled tongue flickered over it, as he sent a waves of pleasure and desire down my spine.

It had been almost a week since I last had felt Embry's mouth on me, tasting me and enticing me. I was beginning to feel deprived of his love and touch. Guttural groans escaped his throat as his other hand cupped my other breast. He was steadfast and determined to please me. My body became his playground. I moaned as he continued to play with the nipple, pulling and tugging it with the tips of his skillful fingers.

"Umm," I moaned, facing the mirror. It looked so erotic to have the man that I loved, kissing my breast with so much tenderness. I was getting turned on, little by little as his hand caressed my body. My eyes would avert to the bruises that decorated my skin and practically covered my chest, but Embry knew how to make me feel beautiful. Instead, I focused all my attention on the person that was taking joy in pleasing me.

"Umm, baby." I muttered, running my fingers in his hair.

He flattened his tongue around my nipple and softly ran it up and down, increasing the tempo. He clutched my other breast hard against his hand and gently pinched the nipple with his thumb and index finger. He pulled it, causing me to buck in pleasure and pain.

I dug my fingers deeper in to his hair and gently massaged his scalp as he continued his ministration. I leaned back against his chest and enjoyed his artful seduction.

"You're perfect!" I turned to face him and I felt the urge to touch his body. I ran my hand along his chiseled chest and felt him tense under my touch. It was so good to feel the power my touch had over him. I wanted him with all the passion of my body. I loved him and wished only to please his beautiful heart.

"I will never be as perfect as you." I whined, placing tiny kisses on his chest. He shuddered, smiling down at me, as I ran my hand through ever dent and valley of his abs.

"You are perfect." he groaned huskily, unzipping and sliding his hand down my pants. I stiffened as his large, warm hand glided down my panties. "You are so wet, baby." he said, placing a finger in between my legs. "I can smell you and it's fucking sexy!" he grunted, kissing me fervently on the lips.

I unbuckled his pants, pulling them down, until he was in his boxer. He was perfect and I wanted to fuck him right there. I knelt down and released his erection from its prison. He laughed, caressing my face.

"I'm going to taste you, Embry. Be a good boy and..." I trailed off, running my tongue along the head of his penis and down to the base. I was going to give him all the attention he needed. I buried his dick in my mouth and he tensed up, moaning and groaning in pleasure.

"Do you like it?" I asked him, licking his dick softly.

"Umm, yeah. I-I love it." he muttered, pulling my hair, as I suctioned the soft, pink head of his penis and wrapped my tongue around it. He was so warm and hot, that I felt myself start to get wetter in between my legs. I stared up at him and he closed his eyes and lifted his head, griding his hips as I lapped at him. "Ugh!" he grunted, pulling his dick out of my mouth and pulling me up to my feet.

"Fuck this Madison. I fucking want you, baby." he said in a husky voice, taking off my pants and ripping my panties and tossing them arount the bathroom floor. "I fucking want you now." he mumbled, spreading my legs and placing his shaft in between them.

"Embry," I moaned, my hands holding on to his sides. He pinned me against the cold sink and lifted one of my leg and wrapped it around his waist. He gently placed his cock inside my wet and inviting core and rammed his dick inside me.

He was desperate to spill his seed in me. I raised my hip to receive him inside. I could feel the walls of my vagina getting sleek and moist, as they tightened around him. He drove inside me with allhis might and his hand kneaded my ass and his lips made a fiery trail down my neck and chest.

"Fuck, Madison, fuck." he groaned, lifting me off the floor and in to his arms. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and felt his mouth crashing against my breast. He bit hard on my nipple and I whimpered in pain, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling at it. I was in so much physical need and desired, that I dipped my hips and felt his dick pushing deeper inside me.

He made me lose control and I wanted more of him. I was grinding my hips against him, when he stopped moving and his cock remained inside me.

"What? What did I do?" I asked nervously, my eyes opened widely. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked softly, clutching his face in my hands.

His face turned serious and he just stared at me. "I love you." he whispered, his lips crashing on mine. "I love you so much." he said against my lips. His hands moved all over my body, touching my breast, my legs and buttocks. It was glorious. He knew what I wanted and he was the only person that could make me come with pleasure.

He pulled himself out of me and I felt completely empty. "Why? Don't stop!" I whined, when he pulled away from me.

"I love the way you want me." he said, smiling down at me, entering me again. "I love feeling you and being inside you." he said, his hand massaging my breast.

"Shut up, Embry and just fuck me!" I said, sheathing his entire dick inside me. I winced in pain, but at least, he was in me and I could feel the heat of his membrane, filling every inch of me.