I’ll never be able to understand her negative perception of herself because I don’t see what she does.
“You make me happy.”
“Oh.” Her sweet smile shyly blossoms.
Not many people get a second chance, and I’m not going to waste mine.
Douglass’s breath catches when I settle more firmly between her hips and press her into the mattress with my weight. Her nipples bead against my chest, and I can feel the heat of her pussy through my briefs. As much as my needy dick wants to pound into her with abandon, my heart is telling me to slow down and take my time. There will be plenty of opportunities tonight for fucking. Right now, I want to make love to my woman.
I brush my lips over hers. Once. Twice. When her sigh comes and she threads her fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck, I kiss one corner of her mouth, then the other side before tracing her plush lips with my tongue. She chases my mouth as I place kiss after kiss across her face.
“Jordan, stop teasing me.”
I use what she said to me earlier against her now. “Patience.”
I capture her frustrated growl when our lips finally touch. She opens for me and I delve inside, tasting her sweetness.
I never knew sex could be fun or playful. Even with Amelia, it had always been about giving mutual pleasure. I got the woman off, and she returned the favor. Simplicity at its best.
Having Douglass in my bed is different. I can’t exactly explain how or why. Maybe it’s because I’m older and know the difference between infatuation and love.
I take my time placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck and across her breastbone. The silken texture of her skin is smooth and supple and smells like the lavender perfume she likes to wear. There’s a place right behind her ear I discover that makes her moan and her entire body shudder.
As we kiss, my hands mold to her perfect breasts, thumbs rubbing over her erect nipples. The stimulation causes her areolas to tinge a dark red. I find out that’s not the only thing it does.
I suck one nipple into my mouth while pinching and pulling the other. Douglass gasps and her thighs grip my waist.
“Jordan, I’m going to…oh god!”
Her back arches, her eyes flutter closed, and I watch in fascination as Douglass flies apart.
Holy shit. I’ve never had a woman climax from only breast play. I knew she was responsive, but fucking hell.
With a sated, goofy smile on her face, she hums in delight. “That was nice.”
Pretending to be offended, I reply, “That wasnice?”
She coyly bites her lip, trying not to laugh.
“Let’s see how nice I can be because we’re about to find out how many times I can get you to come.”
“Is that so?”
With a burst of strength, she flips our positions in a move I’ve seen Harper do at the gym when she spars with Sam Walters, a female MMA fighter that trains there. Seems that Douglass knows some self-defense moves as well. This is going to be fun.
Straddling me, her auburn tresses cascade around her face like a waterfall, the ends grazing my chest and shoulders.
“By my count, it’s two-to-zero. Doesn’t seem fair, does it?”
She kisses me, then moves to my nipples, licking them with little flicks of her tongue. When her hand snakes down to palm my cock, it pulses, eager for her to keep touching it.
“Can I put my mouth on you?”
She can do any damn thing she wants. I tug on loose strands of her hair, then coil them around my hand.
“On one condition.”
She grasps either side of my briefs. “Which is?” she says, torturously pulling down my underwear in incrementally slow inches.
