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Her eyes tell me she understands. “I think we both played a part in this. I’m just thankful we finally have it all out there now.”
“Almost. I can’t wait until it’s completely public and I can take you with me to these appearances and show the world the woman I love.”
“Pfft, like anyone will be interested in talking to little old me.” There she goes with that lack of self-confidence.
“Just every guy in the room who won’t be able to keep their eyes off you and every woman who will wish they were you. Just be yourself, Nat, and the world will love you already.”
Nodding, she then snuggles herself into my chest, which I’m learning is her favorite place to be. Right next to my heart.
NATALIE
A few hours ago, I would’ve been terrified to hear what Jordan just told me. Yet lying in the bath for a good soak after he left, I can’t believe how relaxed I am. It’s like my life is finally on the track it should have been from the beginning. I’m still scared what it means for me, Xavier, and the business. It won’t be easy, but if anyone has the determination to make it work, it’s Jordan. Pretty sure even if I tried to change my mind now, he would just kidnap me so I couldn’t leave. Hmmm, that could be fun to play out.
I called Xavier after Jordan left and yelled at him for being mean to him. After giving me the speech that he deserved it, he again admitted that it is purely Alesha’s doing that he’s taking this so well. Before he met her, he wouldn’t have understood the pull of true love. Not just lust but the type of love that digs its claws deep into your heart, never letting go. I’ve never been more thankful for Alesha than I am when he says that. If she wasn’t around, Xav would have been hurt and the reaction between him and Jordan would have been much worse. Thank God for small mercies.
I finally felt my thoughts were collected enough to call Zara. There was screaming, yelling, crying, and a lot of talking over the top of each other from the excitement. It looks like I will be seeing a lot more of her in New York, which is comforting to both of us. I can’t wait to see her next week and get that hug she has promised.
Jordan has just messaged to say he is on his way home. He was right when he said he wasn’t going to stay long. I’m feeling all kinds of nerves running through my body, anticipation, excitement, and expectation. The surprise I’ve planned for him has been a long time coming. The bath served two purposes, the relaxation but also so I could shave everything within an inch of its life. It’s been so long that I want him to see me at my absolute best. I know that’s ridiculous, but a girl’s got to feel sexy. Slipping on the only lace G-string I happened to throw in my bag, I know he is going to appreciate the sight.
I’m trying to work out the best position to be lying on the bed. I feel so unsexy so I give up and decide that greeting him at the door will work. But as I’m walking down the hallway, I hear him calling my name. Too late. The bed it is then, in my complete awkwardness.
His voice is getting closer, and I hear it disappear into my guest room. My smile widens as I call him. “Jordan.” I’m not loud but loud enough that his steps change direction quickly. I place my hands above my head on the pillow, one hand clasping onto the other wrist. I raise the leg farthest from the door, with the knee slightly bent, showing the black lace panties, and the pièce de résistance, his football jersey that he gave me all those years ago. I have it knotted at my waist so nothing is hidden from view, and with no bra on, my nipples are rock hard and making themselves easily seen through the material.
“Fuck!” is all he can say. Standing in the doorway, his pupils are now fully dilated, dark and telling me in every way what he’s thinking.
“I hope so. It’s rude to keep a woman waiting.” My body is already on high alert and my panties are wet from just the thought of him about to touch me.
“Do you know how many times I dreamed of this? You in my jersey, my name on your back, and then on your lips as I make you come so hard that it’s the only word you can manage.” Palming his cock in his dress pants, I know how uncomfortable he’s feeling.
“Let me help you with that.” I don’t know what comes over me, but I finally feel like I can let go and tell him anything that comes to mind.
“Oh, you are going to help me with it, alright. And then I’m going to pound you into next week. I might have been gentle ten years ago, but I’m not the same person. Plus, you have never seen balls as blue as mine right now.” Stripping himself as he is talking, he drops his shirt, pants, and boxers right where he’s standing.
His cock is long and thick, and so hard I’m sure he’s in pain. But only the best pain. The veins protruding, the head bulging in all its purple glory, and already leaking from wanting what’s in front of him.
As he stalks me like his prey, I’ve never wanted to be totally consumed by someone like I do right now. Slowly he kisses up my legs and pushes them wider the higher he gets.
“I hope you don’t want to keep these,” he whispers in his raspy voice as he rips the lace at the sides and my panties are dragged off me. “They were in the road.” He’s becoming more demanding by the minute. I never knew that I wanted a man to be like this with me, but I feel like I could come right now just from the way he’s talking to me.
“One thing we need to rectify for next time is that jersey. I need you in my current colors, hot stuff, but I will happily finally christen my college number. Don’t even think about taking it off, but I need to see those tits. Show me what’s mine. All of it.”
Feeling like I’m his to consume, I do just as he told me, while he crawls up over the top of me, latching his mouth onto one of my breasts as if it’s in need of some attention. Which is exactly right. My body arches off the bed with the exquisite pain and tingling that follows.
His mouth lets go and moves to my lips that are waiting, open as the panting gets more intense every moment since he started touching me.
Devouring me is the only way I can describe the kiss. The passion is off the charts.
“I’m trying to hold back but the taste of you is just too much.”
“Then don’t. I don’t want gentle, I just want you in all the intensity that is us.”
“Oh, baby, you had me at ‘not gentle’!” There is no need for foreplay, I’m so ready for him that I’m opening up my legs as wide as I can go as he lowers himself down on me.
“I’m clean, trust me, it’s been so long. Please tell me you’re on the pill.”
“Oh, poor Jordan needs to make up for lost time.”
“Don’t play with me, Nat, I’m barely hanging on.” And his voice confirms that. “I’m running out of patience.”
