Astrid made a sound that was not unlike whining. “Seriously? Still?”
Jordan drew in close, but stopped before her mouth touched Astrid’s. Her hands went to the button on Astrid’s shorts.
She flicked it free.
“Seriously,” she whispered.
Astrid’s knees started to shake as Jordan unzipped the zipper.
“This okay?” Jordan asked, her finger tracing the top edge of Astrid’s underwear.
Astrid nodded. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t talk.
“I need a verbal yes here, Parker.”
“Yes,” Astrid managed to get out on a sigh. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Thank god,” Jordan said, then dipped her hand inside Astrid’s pants.
She was serious about this no skin thing, staying on top of Astrid’s underwear, fingers exploring gently, circling one way, then the other. Astrid widened her stance a little to give her better access, which Jordan took with enthusiasm. She increased her pressure, sliding two fingers from Astrid’s entrance to just below her clit. Astrid could feel herself spreading, could smell her arousal clouding between them. Far in the back of her mind, embarrassment lurked, but she told the feeling to go fling itself into the sea and focused on the way Jordan’s fingers felt sliding closer and closer to her clit.
“You’re very wet,” Jordan said. She rested her body along Astrid’sside, but still didn’t kiss her, didn’t touch any part of her skin. She simply pressed in close and worked her fingers over Astrid’s center, tight circles that drew small keening sounds from Astrid’s throat. The double friction of Jordan’s fingers and the cotton of her underwear was intense, more intense than Astrid thought possible.
The feeling built surprisingly quickly. Jordan increased the pressure, circling, then sliding, then rubbing. Astrid realized that Jordan was listening to the sounds she was making, adjusting her touch accordingly, and holy fuck, was it working. Astrid’s thighs started to shake, the tension in her lower belly billowing like a volcano ready to blow.
And that’s what this felt like—like she was literally going to explode. She’d never felt this wild with another person before, this desperate for release. She started grinding herself against Jordan’s hand, gripping the other woman’s shoulders for support. Jordan snaked her free arm around Astrid’s waist, holding her up as her fingers did absolutely wicked things to Astrid’s clit.
“Please,” Astrid heard herself say. No embarrassment. No worries. If anything, she felt even more like herself. “God, Jordan, please, make me come.”
Jordan lowered her head and bit Astrid’s collarbone through her shirt, gently working her teeth while circling her fingers harder... harder...
A wave—no, an ocean—of pleasure slammed into Astrid, nearly knocking her off her feet. She made a ridiculous noise as she came, raw and primal, and she didn’t bite her lip even once to stop it. Jordan tightened her grip on Astrid’s waist, that magical hand still moving until Astrid finished shuddering.
“Oh my god,” Astrid said once she was back on planet earth. She swiped at her sweaty forehead. “I mean, that was—”
Before she could get another word out, Jordan yanked Astrid’s shorts down so they pooled at her ankles.
“Oh,” Astrid said, but then Jordan’s mouth was on hers, her handsunder her shirt. They both groaned at the skin-to-skin contact. Astrid had the overwhelming urge to rip off Jordan’s shirt. She was desperate to feel the woman’s skin against hers, lick a stripe between her breasts. She unclipped both of Jordan’s overall straps, her hands immediately pawing at her sports bra.
“Not exactly how I pictured our first time,” Jordan said, lifting Astrid’s shirt over her head and throwing it behind her. “Wouldn’t you prefer a bed?”
“I don’t care about a bed,” Astrid said.
“Thank fuck,” Jordan said, unhooking Astrid’s bra, “because if I don’t taste you right now, I might lose my mind.”
Astrid pulled back for a second, her bra hanging on her elbows. “Like... you mean...”
Jordan smirked. “Yeah.” She drifted her fingers across the band of Astrid’s underwear. “Can I?”
Astrid swallowed. She’d never been great at receiving oral sex. Spencer hated going down on her, and with other guys, she’d always felt incredibly self-conscious, like they were only performing the act so she’d reciprocate. But this was Jordan.
Everything was different with Jordan.
“Okay,” she said, letting her bra drop to the floor. “Yes.”
Jordan stepped back, taking her in. Astrid wasn’t exactly full-chested, but her tits were perky and she’d always liked them. From the way Jordan’s pupils went dark, it seemed she liked them too.
“Shit, Parker,” Jordan said, her hands cupping Astrid’s breasts, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Astrid very nearly started panting. When Jordan lowered her head, circling her tongue over one of Astrid’s hardened peaks, there was no cotton between them this time. Astrid yelled something unintelligible, gripping Jordan’s hair as the carpenter slid down her stomach, her mouth exploring her belly button, the soft skin just below.
