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Not with his eyes devouring me like that. All the anger leaches out of me. I’m tired of fighting what I feel with Jordan. It almost killed me to push him away eight years ago, but I wanted to put my family first. Now, right now, I want to try putting myself first. Even if it's just for tonight.
“Make love to me?” I whisper.
“Absolutely.” He deftly lifts me up into his arms. “Bedroom?” I point.
When we get to the room, he kicks the door shut, lays me on the bed, and covers my body with his, leaning on an elbow. He takes my mouth in a searing kiss.
I’ve wanted his mouth on me since I first saw him this evening. I strain toward him, aching to get closer. He drinks deeply from my mouth, his tongue delving in to stroke mine and I go up in flames. His taste is addictive. I used to think that all kisses felt like this but I realized quickly over the years that there’s something different about Jordan’s taste and scent that’s like a shot of heroin in my bloodstream.
One hand curves behind my head holding me steady while the other skims over my body, slowly, until it reaches the bare skin of my thigh, then starts to caress and massage. His large, rough palm sends tingles from where he’s touching straight to my aching nipples. I moan, rubbing my breasts against him to try and relieve the ache.
He continues to tease and explore my lips and tongue, swallowing my moans. My hands find their way under his T-shirt, moving over the smooth skin and rippling muscles of his back, then around to feel his abs and higher, feeling the dusting of hair over his large pecs. I imagine his naked skin on mine, the hair on his chest tickling my breasts and my toes curl with anticipation. Suddenly I can't wait anymore, so I throw my leg over his thigh and rub my throbbing clit against him.
As if he can read my mind, he breaks the kiss to take off his shirt. The sight of him drives me mad with want. The last eight years have been kind to him. He’s so unbelievably ripped. His biceps are bulging, forearms thick and crisscrossed with coursing veins. My mouth waters and my core clenches tightly. My fingers trace his chest down to his eight-pack and the silky, dark trail between them. His body would make a sculptor weep with joy. “Hey, easy on those crunches big boy.”
He chuckles. “I’ve been a little stressed lately. Woman problems.” He pulls off my nightshirt, throws it over his shoulder, then stares, transfixed, at me.
“Well, fucking look at you baby.” The lust in his eyes has me biting my lip and rubbing against the denim-covered leg between my thighs. His palm covers one breast, then the other, rubbing in circles and I moan loudly. “More?” he asks. I nod. He pinches my nipple and I cry out.
“Jordan!”
He takes my mouth and continues to play with my nipples while his tongue flicks against mine in a delicious rhythm I crave to feel elsewhere. He kisses a path to my ear.
“Are you wet?”
I want to laugh. Am I indeed. Since I laid eyes on you this evening. “A little.”
“Good, I’m going to eat you.”
Oh my God, I’m going to have a seizure. I grow even wetter. “Please, please.”
“My, we’re eager.”
“Shut up.”
He chuckles against my skin and kisses a path downwards, leaving a trail of fire in his wake while anticipation threatens to kill me. The first time he went down on me was on my eighteenth birthday, weeks before we’d started having sex. I came so hard then, and every time he did it after, that I truly believe my brain’s reward center has been messed up ever since.
He pauses at my breasts, sucking each nipple deep into his mouth, then biting gently on the hard nubs. I jerk against his mouth as bolt after bolt of sensation rushes straight to my clit.
“Oh Jordan—I’m so close.”
“Not yet Bree.”
His head dips lower, kissing my quivering abdomen then even lower as he hooks his hand into the waistband of my shorts, taking it with my panties and pulling it slowly off my legs. He settles himself between my thighs, and drags his palm from my buttock to encircle my knee, pinning it to the bed so I’m spread open to his hot gaze.
“Fucking hell Bree. You’re starving.”
He chuckles as he softly bites the inside of my thighs. He’s biting so close to my pussy but not quite there. I’m involuntarily quivering with need as I near orgasm. “I need you Jordan, hurry.”
Finally, his mouth latches onto my pussy, and he flicks his tongue rapidly on my clit, dips it into my core, then licks me in long strokes before attacking my clit again. I’m gripping the sheets in white-knuckled fists and moaning so loudly I’m sure the neighbors can hear me. Jordan throws his hand over my mouth, dipping two fingers in, and I gratefully suck on them. But when he starts sucking on my throbbing clit, inserting a long finger in me, I lose the plot and start crying out again. He doesn’t stop though, instead adds a second finger, sucking harder. I climax, screaming and thrashing on the bed. Jordan hovers over me to take my mouth in a kiss, I guess to shut me up. He holds me until I stop trembling.
“You are—"
“I know, I’m sorry, I can’t. You’re too good at it.”
“—so fucking sexy,” he finishes. “Sorry for what?”
“I was awfully loud.”
