This isn’t about him blowing me. This isn’t even about my release. It’s about him making me feel wanted. Seen. Making me believe that I’m being touched because I’m worth it.
Jordan is worshiping me.
“Make love to me,” I blurt.
He stands, slanting his mouth over mine in a passionate kiss. “I’m trying to, baby.” He kisses down my neck to my shoulder before whispering, “Touch me back.”
I do, fumbling with his pants until they fall away. I catch a glimpse of the Pervy Plants underwear and grin. Maybe he was hoping for this tonight. To be with me.
I pull his shirt off too, sliding my hands up and down his torso before touching his cock. That’s when his meaning becomes clear.Trying.
Jordan isn’t hard.
Jordan deepens the kiss, arms and hands tight around me, as if delivering a message. And somewhere in my foggy drunk brain, I receive it. His softness isn’t because of me. It’s not my body. It’s him, his mind being a bully.
I let go of him, touching his face and kissing him back. With my other hand, I cup his ass, pressing our hips together.
Jordan groans, both in pleasure and frustration. He grips my waist, but doesn’t move. Just holds me. Like he’s anchoring himself there, right at the curves I’ve always been ashamed of.
I don’t flinch. Don’t shy away from his touch. Because for once, I know I’m safe. I’m wanted. I’mdesired.
I need to make him feel the same. I bend to suck on a nipple, then the other. With my free hand, I cup his balls.
“You,” he breathes. “Miles, just.You.”
And that? The way his voice cracks? It hits somewhere behind my ribs.
“Remember what I said about intimacy? You don’t need to be hard to make love to me.”
Jordan shakes his head. “Not like how I want to, though. I want to be inside you. I want to bury myself in you. Make us one. I want to make love to you.” He lowers his voice, repeating what I’d said only minutes ago.
I grab his hand. “Come on.”
We walk toward the bed and lie down together. It doesn’t occur to me until we’re already comfortable facing each otherthat Jordan left the light on.He’d left the light on!I’ve never had sex with the light on.
Jordan rubs my thigh, my side. Slowly moving up my stomach to my chest. Our gazes lock. It’s so intimate and so raw as he touches me; I swear I can feel his heart beating. My whole body thrums like a live wire. Like one small move and I’ll topple over the edge before he can join me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His voice is rough, full of desire. “And you make me feel incredible, you know that? You always have. Like I’m… fuck, I don’t even know.”
I kiss him again. How can I not with words like that? I reach down to palm him. He’s hardening, but slowly. I smear the small amount of precum around his head and tease the slit. He groans into my lips, pulling me closer and hitching my leg over his thigh.
“Keep doing that.”
I bend to suck on his neck, licking a trail up to his ear. He thrusts forward, and when our cocks rub, I fist us together, enjoying the way he moves and writhes under me. There’s so much desire and need in his touch, it’s driving me wild.
I twist on the upstroke, earning a deep moan. Jordan rolls me to my back, positioning himself between my legs but holding his weight so he can watch as I stroke us together. His hips rock, mouth parted.
“Miles!” he pants. “Shit.”
He sounds almost relieved as he fumbles in his nightstand for a bottle, coating us with lube, then gasps when I wrap my hand around us again. He’s so big, so thick, and so incredibly hard.
I let go of him, pulling him closer until our bodies move together. He grinds down hard, tongue driving into my mouth with equal pressure. I dig a heel into his ass, craving more. Honestly, I don’t care anymore about him fucking me because this is exquisite. He slides both hands under my shoulders,holding me as he rocks his hips. The pressure is divine. I drop my head back as he kisses down my neck to suck on my collarbone.
“Jordan,” I breathe, fisting his hair. “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me come.”
He pulls away immediately. “I want…” he trails off, frustrated.
“Whatever you want, just do it.”
