Astrid’s smile widened. “Say that again.”
Jordan frowned. “What... your name?”
Astrid nodded. “You always call me Parker. You’ve only called me by my first name one other time. When you told me I couldn’t kiss you.”
Searching back through all their interactions, Jordan realized Astrid was right. She had no idea why she’d favored Astrid’s last name, but right now, all she wanted to do was say this woman’s name over and over again—whisper it against her skin.
She slid her arm around Astrid’s waist and hauled her onto her lap. Astrid gasped but her legs parted, straddling Jordan’s hips. Jordan settled her hands on Astrid’s lower back, pulling her in tighter, looking up into her eyes as Astrid’s hands raked through Jordan’s hair, short nails scraping across her scalp.
“Astrid,” Jordan whispered, pressing a kiss to her throat. “Astrid.” A kiss below her ear. “Astrid.” A scrape of her teeth against her collarbone.
Astrid hummed softly, tilting her head back, but soon, her fingers in Jordan’s hair tightened, pulling the two of them apart long enough to get her mouth on Jordan’s.
The kiss was soft at first, as though Astrid was sealing the promise of everything she had just said, but soon it changed. Astrid’s tongue slipped into her mouth, teeth biting at her lip, a groan rumbling in her chest. Astrid’s legs tightened around Jordan’s thighs, her hips circling and seeking pressure. Jordan sought back, the ache in hercenter already at crisis levels. They might have had amazing first-time sex back in the pantry, but Jordan still hadn’t come.
“Astrid,” she said again, but this time her name was a plea, need lacing through each letter.
Astrid pulled back. Jordan nearly whined in protest, but then, for the second time today, Astrid’s fingers went to her overall buckles, setting them free with a gentle clink of metal. Jordan watched, heat pooling between her legs, as Astrid slid the denim down to her waist, then swung her leg off Jordan’s lap to stand in front of her. She tugged at Jordan’s clothes until Jordan lifted her ass off the cushion, letting Astrid strip her down to her purple sports bra and black boxer briefs.
Astrid’s eyes trailed over her for a second, overalls still dangling from one hand. Her tongue darted out to lick at her lower lip, and Jordan couldn’t help but smile up at her. Finally, Astrid laughed nervously, before she dropped the overalls and shoved all of her spa-blue and ivory pillows onto the floor.
“Lie down,” she said.
Jordan lifted a brow, but she complied. Nerves fluttered through her belly as she watched Astrid undress, pulling her blouse over her head and tossing it behind her, unzipping her little black shorts to reveal those lacy boy shorts Jordan barely had time to fully appreciate back in the pantry, considering how quickly she’d removed them.
“Jesus, Astrid,” she said, and she started to sit up. She had to touch this woman now. Taste her. Bury her face between her legs again and hum.
Astrid, however, had other plans. She straddled Jordan’s hips and placed a hand on her chest, pushing her back down.
Jordan groaned and Astrid laughed.
“Just let me make you feel good,” Astrid said, hovering over her.
“Okay, yes, I’m all for that,” Jordan said, putting her hands on Astrid’s hips. “But you can’t strip in front of me like that and expect me—”
“Yes, I can,” Astrid said, removing Jordan’s hands and then stretching both arms above Jordan’s head. “It’s my turn.”
Jordan started to protest again, but then Astrid bent low and scraped her vampire teeth over Jordan’s collarbone.
“Shit,” Jordan said, hissing as Astrid did it again, bucking her hips.
Astrid released Jordan’s hands, but hell, at this point, Jordan would do anything this woman asked, so she left her arms above her head and let Astrid have her way.
Which was a very, very nice way.
Her hands came down to cup Jordan’s breasts, thumb swiping over her already hardened nipples. She wasted no time in pulling the bra over Jordan’s head, then yanking off her own. Jordan barely had a second to ogle her perfectly pert tits again, complete with large, brown nipples already hard and swollen for her, before Astrid was pressing them against Jordan’s own chest, pulling a moan out of both of their throats.
“Fuck,” Jordan said, writhing on the couch. “You feel amazing.”
“Yeah,” Astrid said breathlessly. She undulated on top of Jordan, her center seeking friction, sliding her nipples very deliberately over Jordan’s. “This is...” But apparently she couldn’t get the words out, her eyes slamming closed, moans tumbling from her gorgeous lips.
Jordan was about ready to explode. She needed her hands on Astrid now, needed to get her off, get herself off, and as Astrid was new at being with people with pussies, Jordan felt she needed to take the lead here.
Which Astrid one hundred percent would not let her do. As soon as Jordan’s fingertips grazed Astrid’s swaying breasts, Astrid opened her eyes, stopped humping her, and slammed Jordan’s arms back above her head.
“Christ, Astrid,” Jordan said, but she was smiling. She kind of loved this I-am-the-fucking-one-in-charge-here attitude.
Astrid grinned evilly, kissed her once—Jesus, that tongue—andstarted a slow journey south. She stopped at Jordan’s breasts, kissing the underside of one while palming the other, humming against her nipple in a way that made Jordan yell a couple of expletives to the ceiling, before sucking that same nipple into her hot mouth.
