Jordan hooked her thumbs through the legs of Astrid’s underwearand tugged. The slow slide of fabric down her legs was torture, and Astrid had zero patience for it. She kicked the lacy yellow boy shorts off—god only knew where they landed—and looked for something to hold on to, bracing herself for the feel of Jordan’s mouth.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Jordan said when Astrid gripped the empty shelves on either side of her. She slid her fingers down Astrid’s arms, linking their hands and guiding them both to the floor. They’d recently repainted the shelves in here, so a drop cloth covered the hardwoods.
Astrid started to lie down next to Jordan, but Jordan shook her head. “Up here.” She patted her chest.
Astrid frowned at her. “Where?”
Jordan grinned, then sat up and directed Astrid to straddle her stomach. “Slide up.” She lowered herself back to the floor, pulling Astrid up toward her face.
“Are you sure?” Astrid asked, suddenly realizing exactly where Jordan meant and that she was very, very naked.
And soaking wet.
She clenched her thighs around Jordan, feeling a strange mix of desperation and embarrassment.
“You’re gorgeous,” Jordan said. She reached out and slid a thumb up Astrid’s wet center, then... sucked that thumb into her mouth. “And I’m sure.”
Astrid’s jaw dropped and Jordan laughed, wrapping her hands around Astrid’s ass and tugging her up to her mouth. Soon Astrid was straddling Jordan’s shoulders, her knees pressing into the cotton drop cloth. Jordan curled both arms around Astrid’s thighs, pulling her even closer.
Astrid leaned back a little, desperate to see Jordan’s face, her tongue as it—
“Oh, fuck,” Astrid said as Jordan’s mouth closed around her sex. Jordan hummed in agreement and the vibrations nearly sent Astridto the ceiling. Jordan kissed her softly, carefully, spending time in the creases where her legs met her hips before returning to her center. When her tongue dipped into Astrid’s wet heat, Astrid gasped, bracing her arms on Jordan’s hips behind her. She rotated her pelvis over Jordan’s mouth, a movement she couldn’t control if she tried. The noises she was making were animal, primal—she barely recognized her own voice. Astrid had never felt anything like this.
“You like that,” Jordan said against her wet skin. It wasn’t a question, and Astrid didn’t answer. Instead, she shifted, leaning over Jordan and sliding her hands into Jordan’s hair. Jordan’s fingers played at the crease in Astrid’s backside while she lapped at Astrid’s pussy, her tongue dipping into her entrance before her lips closed around her clit and sucked.
“Oh, god, yeah, right there,” Astrid said, not at all embarrassed at the way she was humping Jordan’s face right now.
Jordan kept kissing, sucking, humming, and Astrid felt herself grow dizzy as her lower belly clenched, her orgasm building from her clit and radiating down her legs.
“Fuck,” she said, then said it again and again as Jordan’s mouth worked, slid, sucked. When Astrid finally came, she pressed herself even tighter against Jordan’s mouth, a groan rumbling in her chest as she shuddered, fingers clawing so tightly into Jordan’s hair, she worried she’d hurt her.
It felt like forever before the room stopped spinning and she could feel her limbs again.
“Okay,” she said, once she could see straight. She scooted back on top of Jordan, straddling her hips now. “Okay, wow.”
Jordan smirked and propped herself up on her elbows.
“Don’t look so smug,” Astrid said, but she was smiling.
“Oh, I’m going to look smug,” Jordan said. “I’m going to look smug for about a month. No, make that a year. Maybe longer.”
Astrid laughed and leaned down to kiss her. She could taste herselfon Jordan’s mouth, and she wasn’t even appalled by it. In fact, she was, impossibly, turned on again.
“I want to do that to you,” she said against Jordan’s lips, gently dragging her fingernails down Jordan’s neck. God, she couldeather.
“You do?” Jordan asked, her voice suddenly losing all its bravado.
“Yes,” Astrid said with no hesitation. The care, theeffort, Jordan had just put in, only to make Astrid feel good—twice—she truly had never been on the receiving end of that before. She knew a lover worth any time at all should do the same, but that was the thing—before Jordan, she’d never realized that at all. She’d never realized a lot of things, and she didn’t think it was only that Jordan was a woman, her first queer experience. As she looked into Jordan’s hazel eyes, all that green and gold, her emotions felt raw, tender like a bruise, and she knew she was completely gone on this person.
“Like, now,” Astrid said. “Do you want to come over to my place?”
Jordan smiled, lovely lashes sweeping over her cheekbones. “Yeah, I think that would be—”
“Jordie?”
They both froze at the sound of Simon’s voice echoing loudly through the house.
“Jordie, where the hell are you?”
