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CHAPTER 8
JORDAN
The sound of birdsong and the gradual increase of light in the cabin wake me. I’m naked in bed with Ainsley. Her silky skin is hot against mine, her dark hair tousled over her face. I swallow a lump in my throat. How did I get this lucky?
I love her so much.
It was so good between us last night. I’d like to say that I always knew it would be, but that’s not really true. I hoped it would be. I was afraid I wouldn’t make her feel good.
But it was clear last night that she wanted me. Deep in my heart I knew that if I listened to her responses, I wouldn’t fuck it up. I’d do it right.
We’d get it right. Together.
And holy hell, did we ever. I’ve never come that hard before. Frankly, I’ve never said so many dirty things, either. I mean, I like saying them or they wouldn’t come out of my mouth when I’m aroused, but last night? It was like I had totally lost my filter. If I thought it, I said it.
I told her that her nipples were like candy. I told her I wanted to taste her pussy. I told her I’d fuck her to ecstasy. I told her she was juicy and hot, irresistible. I told her that her cunt was made for my cock.
All true.
Maybe not very gentlemanly, but let’s be honest here: she liked it. I was myself…and gorgeous Ainsley, my beautiful sexy Ainsley, my best friend in the whole world, the one who knows me best? She was herself too.
And it was so good.
In the few minutes since I woke up, my morning wood has turned into a full-grown erection. I could probably drill right through that log wall with it, I’m so hard for her.
I kiss her head, and she stirs, making a soft sleepy sound. “Jordan?” she whispers, swiping hair out of her face.
“Right here.”
“Mmm.” She stretches. Yawns. I see her begin to realize that she’s naked in my arms.
She looks at me, and for a split second I’m scared shitless. What if…
“Really nice to wake up with you,” she says, and smiles before reaching up to kiss me. One hand slides down my side, over my hip, and takes a good firm hold of my, um, firmness. “Really nice to wake up to you,” she repeats, stroking my shaft gently.
I can’t come up with anything to say, other than asking for a blow job in the crudest terms possible. Wait, no, I got something. “How do you feel?”
“Hungry,” she says, giving me a flirty smile and pushing me to my back as she leans to take me into her mouth.
I didn’t even have to ask. And her mouth is amazing, all hot and wet, tight, working with her hand to make me even harder. Suddenly I’m not shy about speaking my thoughts. “Suck that cock, baby, your mouth is so good. You like that, don’t you?”
“Mmm,” she says, with her mouth full, and the vibration lifts me closer to completion. I let her service me as long as I dare, enjoying the sight of it, before I take a gentle fistful of her hair and pull her away.
“Your turn,” I say. “Spread those thighs for me. Show me that greedy little slit, Ainsley, show me that beautiful wet pink.” I divide my gaze between her lovely mound and her beautiful face, her eyelids lowered with arousal and her lips deep rose and slick with saliva, before settling between her legs and bending them up to give me more room. “You want my tongue. You want me to taste us on your skin, don’t you?”
She moans. “Please.”
I’m such a goner. With the first taste of her, I was thrilled. Tasting my own juices mixed with hers, I am in thrall. I will never give this up.
She’s so responsive. I slip two fingers into her passage to find that sensitive spot, and I massage it while my other hand presses down on her pubic bone and my tongue flicks repeatedly over her hardening nub. She moans again, mutters something I don’t catch, shifts her hips up toward me, moans louder, and I don’t stop.
I can’t.
I can’t get enough.
It’s not until she’s cried out loud and her inner muscles spasmed around my fingers that I stop, and then it’s only to turn her onto her stomach and raise her to her knees. She looks back at me over her shoulder, a woman in the grip of desire—my woman—and I push inside her, going as slow as I can. But it doesn’t take long before I’m gripping her ass and pounding her hard, completely out of control at the incoherent words she’s moaning and the feel of her all slick around my root, clutching me with those secret walls. And when she spasms around me again, I fucking lose any shred of restraint. I go hard and deep and fast, unable to stop until the lightning races down my spine and my eyeballs explode and I shoot her full of every drop of my cum.
And then I collapse to the bed beside her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her face, her mouth. Telling her I love her.
