He catches my wrists gently and raises them above my head on the mattress. “Tonight’s all about you.” In the moonlight, his eyes look like dark pools as he stares down at me. His head lowers, and his mouth closes around a nipple.
I arch into him as his tongue flutters over the pebbled tip. “What if I want to touch you too?”
“Good girls get rewarded when they behave,” he husks, moving over to the other side. His teeth graze my sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I’m melting, my body responding as if it belongs to him.
My hands clutch his head, urging him to continue. His hair is soft between my fingers, and my eyes flutter closed as pleasure rolls through me. I’ve never experienced such intense desire before. “Jordan,” I whisper hoarsely.
He looks at me through his lashes, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Yes, G?”
I don’t even know what I want to say. My thoughts are scattered, my body humming with desire. “Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
His mouth returns to my skin, trailing kisses down my ribcage, to my stomach. Each press of his lips sparks my nerveendings. When he reaches the waistband of my shorts, he glances up. “Can I?” he asks, fingers hovering at the edge.
“Yes,” I agree, sounding almost frantic. I lift my hips to help as he peels them down slowly, like I’m a gift he’s unwrapping. The cool air hits my skin, but I barely notice as his warm hands slide back up my thighs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice husky with desire. “I need to taste you. Is that okay?”
My breath catches in my throat. I want this, so why am I feeling so nervous all of a sudden? But this is Jordan.MyJordan.
“Yes,” I whisper, and he rewards me with a look that makes my insides flutter.
He positions himself between my legs, broad shoulders pushing my thighs farther apart. “Do you know how long I’ve been wondering what your pussy tastes like?” I shake my head. “Longer than I should’ve been.”
The first touch of his mouth against me has me gasping, fingers clutching at the sheets. He starts slowly, as if he’s learning what makes me respond and what makes me squirm. His tongue explores with deliberate patience, making my hips buck involuntarily.
“Stay still,” he murmurs against me, his hands coming to rest on my hips, holding me in place.
I try to obey, but when his tongue circles my clit, I can’t help but writhe beneath him. The pleasure builds quickly, my breathing turning ragged as he drives me higher with his lips and tongue. It’s almost too much for me to stand.
“Jordan, I…” My words turn into a moan when he slips a finger inside me, curling it forward in a way that makes my legs shake.
“Let go,” he encourages, his voice vibrating against my core, and I fall over the edge into the most powerful orgasm I’veever experienced. He stays with me, wringing out every drop of pleasure until I’m sweaty and limp.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and moves up my body to kiss me deeply. I taste myself on his tongue, and oddly, I don’t mind. I even find it erotic.
“Good?” he asks, a hint of smugness in his voice.
“Like you need to ask,” I say, still feeling slightly breathless.
He lies beside me, propped on one elbow, watching me with those dark eyes. His erection is obvious against my thigh, but he makes no move to address it.
“You’re not going to let me touch you, are you?” I ask, reaching toward him.
He catches my hand, kissing my palm. “Not tonight.”
“How’s that fair?”
“I’ve waited a long time to make you feel good,” he says, his other hand tracing lazy patterns on my stomach. “To learn what you like. And tonight was only the beginning.”
“You’ve thought about this for a long time?”
He laughs softly, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “You have no idea.”
I roll onto my side, facing him, and brush a lock of hair from his brow. “How long, exactly?”
“Remember my cousin’s fortieth birthday party at The Sand Bar? You wore a black sweater that kept falling off your shoulder.” His fingertips glide across my waist, curving around my back. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
