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He senses my hesitation and pauses for a moment.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he whispers, his breath gentle across my cheek. That hardness is already poised at my entrance, ready to plunge in. But I have to tell him.
“Well um, I’m a virgin. You’ll be my first,” I murmur in a rush, my cheeks going bright red. “But don’t stop,” I plead belatedly. “I want it.”
He goes still for a moment, but then those blue eyes flare.
“Are you serious?”
I nod, blushing.
“Yes, I know the way that I act is … well, very unvirgin-like, but the truth is I’ve never been with a man.”
My cheeks are pure fire now, and I half expect him to push me away. After all, who really wants to sleep with a virgin? Who wants to be with someone who has no idea what she’s doing?
But instead, Jordan’s eyes merely flare again, that blue so hot it’s icy.
“Sweetheart, it’s okay, and thank you for telling me. If anything, it only makes this more intense and more precious between us. Plus, I know you want this, and I promise I’ll make it good for you,” he soothes. And that’s the last thing we say for a while.
He gently pulls me to the edge of the counter and spreads my legs wide. I should feel ashamed at being so nude and open with a man I just met, but Jordan’s pledged to be gentle, and he’s so gorgeous too. His bronzed skin glimmers in the light, and those blue eyes promise me something, although I don’t quite know what. Then, with a guttural groan, he eases himself deep inside of me. It’s tight, and I squirm a little, but it feels good and soon I’m sighing into his ear.
“Unnnnh,” is my breathy moan. “Oh god.”
“You’re doing great,” he growls into my skin. “You’re so fucking wet too.”
Then, the soldier picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, never breaking the connection between us. He lowers me to his bed before continuing to ease himself in and out.
“Oh Jordan,” I cry again, the surge beginning to overtake me. “Fuuuuck!”
An intense bolt of energy shoots through my frame, followed by an almost spiritual release. Overcome with bliss, I scream and then convulse like I never have before, his cock still buried inside. My body squeezes tightly around him as the climax brings him to his own orgasm, and he lets out a deep, uninhibited groan as he begins to release. But I want to taste it, and after a few jets have painted my inner walls white, I sit up and quickly take him in my mouth, just in time to get a mouthful of his warm seed.
“Mmm,” I moan, swallowing the heavenly liquid as it spurts down my throat. “Mmmm!”
Finally, the pulses die down, and I lick his tip, cleaning him of every last drop. Then, I fall back onto the bed, looking up at the big, bronzed man with admiration.
“Did you like that?” he growls in a low voice, blue eyes glowing.
I think for a moment, trailing my tongue delicately over my lips and tasting just a hint of his seed again.
“Yes,” I murmur with a smile. “But I’d like to get some more inside me in a different place this time,” I confess shyly, looking up at him with beseeching eyes. “Another hole where it belongs.”
His blue eyes flare and for a moment he’s speechless.
“You’ve already gotten it in your mouth and pussy, sweetheart,” he growls. “Are you saying…?”
My cheeks are fire-engine red, and I nod, shy at first. But then a wantonness overcomes my form, and I scramble up to my hands and knees before lowering myself to brace my shoulders on the mattress. Two hands creep back, and slowly, I part my big buttocks with my palms, showing him my precious star.
“This is for you too, Daddy,” I moan throatily. “I have three holes, remember? They all need to be filled.”
Jordan’s on me in an instant, and soon, I’m pumped full of his essence in every way possible. The sensations are so overwhelming that sometimes I don’t know if I’m dying or experiencing a resurrection of some sort. Yet the soldier always knows what I need, and guides me every step of the way into sheer, heavenly bliss.
5
Jordan
Rshhhh. The beef sizzles on the stove as an aromatic steam wafts out of the pan and around the room, whetting our appetites.
Misty comes into the room wearing one of my t-shirts with a pair of skimpy cotton shorts underneath. I’ll never understand a woman’s need to wear men’s clothing because the curvy girl has plenty of her own things here. Plus, her own house is right next door!
But the truth is that Misty’s practically moved into my place over the past few weeks of getting to know each other. And truth be told, I don’t mind seeing her in my clothes. Her tiny form is swamped in my ginormous t-shirt, but it’s sexy and very intimate somehow. I like that feeling, as if we belong together. Plus, I admit that I was a caveman and I’ve torn apart some of her clothes in my haste to access her curvy body. My fault. Sorry, not sorry.
