Holy fuck.
I push my hips forward, slow, controlled. Her tongue shoots out, lapping at my precum, teasing the head before she sucks me into her mouth, taking me deeper. Her cheeks hollow. Her tongue flicks and swirls over the skin around my head, like she knows exactly how to make this go quickly.
It’s too good. I’m half tempted to pull back, drag this out a little longer, but I’m spent. It’s been a long fucking day, my nerves are shot, and I need this release like I need oxygen.
I start moving faster. She opens wider, letting me slide in and out, picking up the pace with me. When she gags, I pull back instinctively, but she lifts her head, taking me deeper, sucking harder.
Christ.
She’s practically choking on my cock and all it does is spur me on.
I close my eyes, focusing on the way her mouth feels around me. Tight. Warm. Wet. Every sound she makes adds another layer of intensity. My hands press into her chest, fingers gripping her shoulders, just dominating enough to almost send me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I grunt.
Heat builds low, buzzing, racing up my spine as my balls tighten.
I pull out, gripping myself and pumping my fist, sliding off Jordan’s mask so she can watch me as I finish on her chest.
My vision blurs, sparks of light flashing as pleasure rips through me.
“Oh my fuuuuck,” I groan, bracing a hand on the headboard as I spill across Jordan’s tits.
A shudder runs through me before I collapse onto my back beside her, eyes closing.
“Fuck me. That was incredible,” I whisper, exhausted.
“That was so hot,” she says, still catching her breath.
“So fucking hot.” I barely have the energy to move.
“Um…” She laughs softly. “Do you mind untying me before you pass out?”
“Nope.” I shake my head, then huff a tired laugh. “Sorry, babe. Give me a second.”
I push up on one elbow, reach for the ties, and loosen them before swiping a pack of wipes from the nightstand.
I hand them to her. She cleans her chest, then rolls toward me, pushing me back into the mattress as she climbs over me. Her hair falls around us while she presses her lips to mine. Slow. Soft. Appreciative.
She lingers there, then rests her forehead against mine.
“I love you,” she breathes.
She pulls back just enough to look at me—and I’m this close to saying it back. I want to. It’s right there. But I don’t want the next time I say it to be right after we just fucked.
I bring my hands up, framing her face. “You know I feel the same way, right?”
She nods. “I do.”
Chapter Forty-Six
JORDAN
Matt puts away the ribbons,walks to the closet to turn off the light, then heads back to bed.
He slips into the sheets and scoots in close, my back to his chest, arms sliding around my waist and pulling me flush against him.
I pull the sheet up higher, tucking it under my chin as a chill grazes my skin.
