I feel her lose control of her body, her moans lost in her heavy breathing as the orgasm ricochets through her; I push inside her, as that same orgasm rips through me.
Jordan falls on top of me, stretching out across my stomach, her legs still trembling, wrapped tightly around my waist. I brush the hair from her face and search for her mouth. My tongue slides inside her, trying to catch her breath. I kiss her, and she lazily lets herself be kissed. I turn onto one side, keeping her pressed to me.
“You’re wild, Headmistress.”
She looks at me through half-shut eyes.
“And I really like you. And I like that you came here tonight just because you wanted to be with me.”
She bites her lip nervously. She seems uncomfortable, as if she’s unsure of what she’s just done.
“Was that not why you came here?” I ask her, moving away so that I can look at her.
Jordan lifts herself up and tucks her still-wet hair behind her ear.
“I should go.”
“What?” I get up, too. “Where?”
“H-home.”
I stand there, confused, as she gathers up her clothes.
“I don’t get it.”
She tugs her T-shirt over her head and grabs her trousers.
“I only came here for this.”
I nod slowly, starting to understand. “And by ‘this’, you mean sex.”
“I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear.”
I step towards her, wanting to stroke her cheek, but she lowers her gaze, turning her head away from me.
“You said you came here to be with me.”
“Only for tonight. No agreements.”
“Of course,” I say, a bitter laugh escaping me. “I’m such an idiot.”
“Isn’t that what we both wanted?”
“Before. Before I sat at the table with you in that restaurant. Before all the messages, the phone calls. Before your sofa. Before I held your hand in mine. Before all the chocolate.”
I watch her, my heart slamming against my chest.
“Before us.”
“This is the only ‘us’ that we can have.”
She pulls on her jogging bottoms and heads towards the barn door. I follow her quickly, pushing against the wood before she can open it. My body is pressed against hers, my hand resting next to her head. My breath is on her neck.
“What happened, Jordan? This isn’t you.”
“You know nothing about me, Kerry.”
“That’s not true. I’ve seen you. I know who you are.”
