“Do you like that?”
She whimpers again, and the fabric of her shirt bunches around her head as she nods.
“Good. Let me see how much.” I alternate sucking, nibbling, and blowing on her while my right hand travels down to the waistband of her shorts. I run one finger along the top, and she whines. I chuckle and whisper, “Patience, Sweetheart. I know it’s hard, but I need you to be quiet.”
Her knees fall open in a silent plea for more. Moving at an agonizingly slow pace, I lower my hand to the bottom hem of her shorts and pull the fabric to the side, stroking over the wet spot that’s forming on her underwear.
“What do you want, Shelley?” I continue rubbing over the fabric while I let go of her wrists. She leaves her hands where I had them.
“Touch me. Please,” she begs, her eyes still covered.
“I can do that, but only if you promise to hold still and be quiet. Do you think you can do that for me?” I ask, peeling her sleep shorts and her underwear down her legs and discarding them at the foot of the bed.
“Yes.”
“Good girl. I’m going to make sure the door is locked, and I’m going to turn on some music. Then I’m going to come back and spend a long time right here.” I drag one finger over her dripping crease before moving to do exactly what I promised. I double-check the lock and set a playlist on my phone to low volume. I don’t want to wake anyone, but I do want to keep them from overhearing. The noises she’s making tonight are for my ears only.
I return to the bed quickly and turn her body so she’s sideways on the mattress. Dropping to my knees on the floor in front of her, I drape her legs over my shoulders. I bring her hands down and set them on her belly while I fully uncover her face and look into her eyes. “If you want me to stop, you can say so, or just tap on my head. I’ll stop right away, I promise. But I don’t think you’re going to want me to.” I wink at her.
Those stormy gray irises staring back at me hold my entire future. It should be terrifying, but instead it just feels right. Like this is exactly where I belong.
Chapter 23
Shelley
The makeshift blindfold and the music on Jordan’s playlist have helped to calm the chaos in my brain, so now I can concentrate on the way he’s touching me. It only takes three songs before a slow heat spreads through my body, and I think I’m about to shatter on his tongue. But then the building release fades into nothing.
I’m so frustrated with myself I think I might start to cry.
Sensing the shift in me, Jordan sits back on his heels. “You okay?”
“I’m so sorry. I was almost there,” I explain. “I know this is taking forever. You don’t have to keep going.”
Jordan rises to meet me, holding himself in a push-up position over my body while he growls low in my ear. “Stop apologizing. We’re in the middle of the best night of my life. I’m exactly where I want to be, and I’ll stay on my knees for you for as long as you let me. Do you still feel good?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Then I’m not stopping.”
And he doesn’t. Twice more the gentle wave starts to crest before disappearing into nothing. Finally, I resign to accept that there is no finish line and I can sink into the enjoyment of his touch.
That’s when it hits me out of nowhere. Every muscle tenses, right down to my toes, and I gasp loudly.
The groan that comes out of him as he laps up my release is the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. I laugh as a tear of relief slides down my cheek.
My body actually responded. I’m in shock. “Oh my god. You did it.Idid it. We did it. I wasn’t sure that could happen.” I pant, barely recognizing the sense of awe and wonder in my own voice. Jordan wipes my tear away with one finger. “That was amazing,” I tell him. “Thank you. I’m so happy. And you—”
“Are still not finished.”
???
He’s insatiable. Jordan kept me awake almost the entire night, not that I’m complaining. We didn’t make it past third base, but I’ll never forget the things he whispered while he made me come once more with his fingers. Then he let me use my hands on him.
We drifted off briefly, snuggled together on the cramped bottom bed, and woke up this morning with sore necks and backs. Totally worth it. And for the record, I was right. After spending last night in his arms, I’m completely gone for him.
