I gauge her reaction and see no signs of doubt. Setting down my beer, I close the distance and pull her to me. I feel her body sigh against mine. Lowering my head, I kiss her. In that instant, desire cuts straight to the primal edge that urges me to fuck all my reservations, to fuck taking it slow, to rip off her clothes and touch her everywhere, to clear the counter in one full sweep and plunge in deep and hard.
She comes up on her toes, loops her arms around my neck, and feeds me her tongue. The kiss is hot and slick, a chorus of choppy breaths and broken moans. Lust pumps through me, grabbing hold in a fiery squeeze. I give in to the overwhelming need to fill my hands with her. I wish I had more than two to feel every part of her at once.
I slide my palms up her ribcage to the undersides of her breasts. She moans into my traveling touch as I caress down her torso, my fingers tracing the six-pack. Jordyn is pure muscle, and pure woman.
Moving lower, I slip a hand between her legs and along the seam of her jean shorts. Heat rises up in a smoky cloud of throbbing urgency.
“Bedroom?” I rasp in desperation against her lips.
“Yes.” She breaks the kiss and grabs my hand.
We book it to her room, and there, everything turns hotter, more intense. It’s a rush, a haze, a fucking high that I’ve never felt before. I tear at her clothes, whipping the top over her head and wrestling the shorts down her legs. She kicks them off and attacks my jeans as I get out of my T-shirt. In a frantic blur, I toe off my shoes, yank off my socks and pants, and lose my balance, toppling us onto the unmade bed.
I suck her laugh into my mouth, rolling across the mattress in a tangle of sheets and limbs. Skin-to-skin, I rub my body against hers. My cock, notched between her spread legs, pulses through my jockeys in a fight to get inside. But I don’t want this to end too soon. Pulling back, I lift my weight off her.
Moaning in displeasure, she blinks and sits up, chasing my departure with her arms.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assure her. “Just slowing things down to look at you.”
A slip of light from the hallway casts over her, creating fragments and shadows. It has been so long that none of it seems real. I stare at her, naked, except for the triangle of her panties. She has a tattoo across her ribs in cursive writing and a tiny blue butterfly just above her panty line.
“You’re better than I imagined.”
“I’m sure you’re used to bigger boobs.”
“Yours are sweet,” I say hoarsely, tracing them with my fingertips. The centers are dark pink like cherries sitting on top of bite-size cupcakes. I bend forward and take one protruding tip into my mouth.
“Gawd!” She falls back, bringing me with her.
I suck her nipple and roll it with my tongue, lapping her up. She runs her hands over the back of my scalp, clutching me to her. I lose myself in the taste and smell of all things Jordyn. My mouth moves to her other nipple, and I slide my hand between us to the low line of her panties and beneath the lacy band—no Brazilian. I’d learned the last time that she’s trimmed. When I slide down her body to remove the swatch of material, my curiosity is satisfied. The carpet matches the curtains—auburn down.
Her fingers twist the nipple I’d made wet, and her other hand glides along her stomach, circling her belly button, then walking two fingers lower and lower, past the butterfly, until they reach the cropped tuft of her mound. Since she hasn’t stopped with the nipple play, my gaze toggles up and down, my breathing ragged, my cock about to burst.
“Jordyn,” I groan. “I’m already going to embarrass myself with how fast I’m going to come. Do you really want that to happen before I’m inside you?”
“Duly noted,” she says with a teasing smile and removes her hands all too slowly. “Condoms are in the side table drawer.”
I rise from my prone position and pull it open. In the slice of light, I see several packs of condoms next to a tube of lubrication, a dildo with a clit stimulator, and what looks to be an anal vibrator. But I’m not sharing this first round with any of her BOBs.
Jordyn shucks off her panties and rises to her knees. “Gimme. I want to suit you up myself.”
I hand her the condom and climb to my feet to get rid of the jockeys. Not messing around, my dick slaps out hard and fierce.
“Wowza, Jasper. You are freaking mouth-watering.”
She crawls to the edge of the mattress and roams her hands over my pecs, following her touch with moist, burning presses of her lips.
“Jordyn,” I warn and fist her hair. “Foreplay’s going to have to wait.”
Getting the message, she tears open the package with her teeth and takes me in her hot little hand, rolling the thin veil of latex over my throbbing erection. I pull her up and kiss her, touch her, sliding my hands between her legs, parting her wetness. I bite her lip and groan.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” That I say it out loud sends a chill of unease trickling through the hot quagmire of need. But before I give in to any second thoughts, I sink onto the bed with her, placing frantic kisses on her neck, her breasts, her mouth, her belly.
Not lying there passively, Jordyn uses her strength to roll us over so she’s on top. Grinning down at me, she undulates her hips. “Ready to get back on the horse?”
“Dying.”
She gets into position, reaching behind to center my eagerly seeking dick along her slick folds. And her smile dies. “I wanted to tease you, take my time, but…” She adjusts herself over my cock, and I grit my teeth at the feel of the tip starting to push inside her. “I’ve waited so long, and I want you too much.”
