She ripples around my thrusts that I keep slow and measured, gliding in and out, winding her up tighter and tighter.
“You’re so good at this.” She writhes and twists, bringing her hands over her head in a seductive dance.
I latch onto one of the nipples bobbing in front of my face, licking and sucking from one to the other, trying not to come in my underwear. It had been embarrassing at fifteen, but at thirty-four, it would be blunt force trauma.
I bring my other hand to her clit, which until now, I’d intentionally ignored. Rolling her hips, she chants my name, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers. So close. I pull my mouth back from her nipple and look up, needing to watch the moment she goes off.
I’m riveted to the tension in her flushed face, the scrunch of her nose and brow, the short, choppy breaths spilling from her parted lips. She rises and rises, soaring to that peak, and then with a start, she cries out, her eyes closing, her pinched features softening and relaxing on the blissful ride down.
She’s beautiful as she comes for me—so fucking beautiful.
I carry her to the bedroom and strip off my jockeys to get inside her. But Jordyn gets down on her knees in front of me. She slides her palms up my thighs and takes me in her hand, darting her tongue out to lick the tip. I’m sure my eyes cross.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” Her wet mouth envelops the head of my prick.
“Jordyn.” I fist the longest strands of her hair. Ecstasy spirals through my bloodstream as she uses her tongue, lips, and hands to suck and jack me off. All along the length, taking me deep, then slowly pulls almost off before she covers me again in soft, moist heat.
About to erupt, I tug her hair in warning. “Christ, that feels so good. But I don’t want to unload in your mouth. I want to fill your pussy with my cum.”
She withdraws, leaving a slick trail, and smiles. “I’ll take it any way you wanna give it.”
This woman might just be the death of me.
I hold out my hand, bringing her to her feet, and kiss her. Running my hands all over her, I divest her of the bra and panties. She lies back on the bed, propped up on her elbows, breasts thrust out, legs open, the soft folds between them pink and shimmering. She looks like a pixie fairy, the sexy, impish kind. I trail my fingers down her center and bring my wet fingers to my mouth and then to hers. Lusty, she sucks on them.
I reach over to the nightstand since my jeans are who knows where.
“I’m on birth control,” she says. “And I haven’t had sex without a condom since college. I’m clean, and I know you are. I’m not sleeping with anyone but you, Jasper.”
I shouldn’t care, but damn, that makes me happy.
I lower over Jordyn, kissing her, and ease my prick, rock-hard and bare, inside of her. She closes around me tightly, and I know I’m not going to last long.
I rear back on my knees, lift her legs to fall over my thighs, and plunge.
“Jasper.” She falls back onto the bed, and my blood goes into full boil. I yank her hips to me, and she grabs a clump of the sheets as I drive into her again and again. The raw friction and hot clutch of her body are my undoing. I push all the way in and shoot off like the blast from a fire hose.
Jordyn steals a hell of a lot more than just my control. I come, forcefully, powerfully, as if my life depended on it, as if I’d do anything just to be with her again.
ASHAKE OF THE SHOULDER rouses me from sleep.
“Go away,” I grumble and pull the pillow over my head. “It’s too early.”
“It’s five-thirty.”
“What are you, a farmer?”
“I take it you’re not a morning person,” Stiles chuckles.
“Morning is seven o’clock; anything earlier is still night.”
“Do you have an extra key? I can lock up, and you can go back to sleep.”
“It’s in the jewelry tray on my dresser.”
“That’s not a safe place to keep it.”
“Jasper, I swear if you lecture me at this ungodly hour, I will strangle you with my bare hands.”
