Victoria
I’ve never been bold or brazen in the bedroom. Maybe it’s my upbringing or maybe it’s just my personality, but tonight feels different. Like I can be a little brazen because this is Jordan. I’m not shy when I’m with him, and I don’t want to be. He was my first, and no one has ever come close to making me feel like he does. Now that we’re getting this very unexpected second chance, I want to make the most of it.
I nip his bottom lip, tugging it lightly and then sucking on it. His fingers twine into the back of my hair, pulling me fully onto his lap as I continue toying with his gorgeous mouth. His lips are perfection—full, firm, and soft—and he’s as skilled with his tongue as he is with his cock.
And I’m already addicted to being with him like this. I’d almost forgotten how much passion there is between us when we’re together. How my heart thunders against my chest in anticipation of what’s to come. The butterflies in my stomach that I’ve never experienced with anyone else.
How does he do this to me?
Our mouths are practically fused together, and we’re twisting and squirming to be able to touch each other at the same time.
“Bed,” he murmurs. “Sitting here isn’t comfortable.” He gently moves me off his lap and gets to his feet, holding out a hand to me.
I take it, letting him pull me up and toe off my sandals. Without hesitation, I strip down to my bra and panties. Having him undress me can be fun, but now that we’re doing this, I’m impatient.
And my mouth waters when he pulls his shirt over his head.
He’s even more glorious now than four years ago.
He’s filled out in all the right places, and his once flat abdomen is now cut with the sexiest six-pack I’ve ever seen, framed by the V formed by his obliques. He didn’t have it back then, and I reach out a hand, trailing my finger up one side and down the other.
“Wow. Your body is incredible.”
“Yours is pretty hot too.” He tugs me against his chest. “Can I take off the rest, baby?”
“Mmm, yes.” I smile as he reaches back to unhook my bra. It flutters down slowly, and his eyes never leave my chest.
“Fuck…” he murmurs, reaching out to run his knuckles along my nipples. “I forgot how beautiful they are.”
Warmth floods me as he pulls me close, wrapping one arm around my waist while the other cups the back of my neck. And he kisses me again like a man on a mission. It’s urgent but not rushed or sloppy—that’s not his style. He’s always been more concerned with my pleasure than his own, and I moan as I melt into his touch.
I fumble for the waistband of his shorts, frantic for us to both be naked. I can’t explain the sudden urgency, but my body knows something incredible is coming and I need us to be skin-on-skin.
He nudges his shorts down along with his boxers, and now the only thing between us is my panties. I move to take them off but he stops me.
“No. Not yet.” He smiles, his eyes dark, smoldering with desire. “Let me enjoy you first.” He moves to the bed and sprawls out, holding out his arms.
His exposed flesh is breathtaking and I crawl over him without hesitation. He tugs me on top of him and then just smiles. My hair falls forward, cascading around us, and he reaches up to push one side behind my ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Victoria. Every inch of you.”
“I feel the same way about you.”
“Get on your back, baby.”
I scramble into position and watch as he rakes his gaze down my body and then back up again, ending with our eyes linking. Without breaking our gaze, he lifts my leg and brings my foot to his mouth, pressing soft kisses on the inside of my ankle. Then he kisses a gentle train up the inside of my calf. At this point, his eyes close and so do mine. All I want to do now is enjoy.
“I’ve waited so long to be able to do this again,” he whispers in a gruff voice.
His lips are on the inside of my thigh now, warm and gentle but oh-so-heavenly. My body is on high alert, skin tingling from the trail of kisses. He nips the fleshy part of my inner thigh, sucking lightly at first, and then harder. I know he’s going to leave a mark and I don’t care. In fact, I relish it. There’s nothing better than being marked by Jordan Palmer.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” He chuckles against my overheated skin.
“Mm, yes.”
His grip gets firmer and the pressure of his mouth intensifies as he kisses, licks, and sucks that same spot, over and over. A moan escapes me. There’s nothing hotter than looking down to see Jordan’s blond head buried between my thighs—even if I still have my panties on. What he's doing is almost as hot as when he goes down on me, and I reach down to dig my fingers into his hair.
“Jordan!” I yelp as he bites down a little.
