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“Emma, did you hear what I said?”
“I did.”
“What do you think of it?”
“Jordan, I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship. I haven’t had very good luck with them and would probably just fuck this one up, too.”
“We can go slow. Maybe have a few dates. Then you can let me know if you want to continue. I’m not asking for a commitment, but I really like you.”
That makes me smile, and I nod. I spend the next half hour asking him about his life and he, about mine. He tells me that his family is scattered around the country. He has a brother, Samuel, who lives in San Francisco and a stepbrother who lives in Manhattan. His stepfather, whom he’s close too, just got remarried. His mother lives in Connecticut after receiving a significant settlement from his stepfather.
I tell him about my sisters and their husbands, even though Megan is not married yet. Also about my niece, Arabella and nephews, Johnny and CJ. I announce that I’d like to have at least two of my own. I watch Jordan’s face for any signs of wanting to run away, but he doesn’t flinch.
After dinner, when all the leftovers are packed into the refrigerator, we share a bottle of white wine. I can feel myself getting a little tipsy, and I stop drinking. Jordan starts to kiss me, and I run my hands through his hair. For some reason, I feel compelled to pull his shirt out of his jeans. I want to touch his stomach. I run my fingers over the chiseled muscles of his abs.
When I remove my hands, I brush over his erection pressing against the denim. It didn’t take long. But I’m aroused, and my belly clenches as he tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth. He runs his tongue over it before slipping into my mouth. I can’t help myself and moan.
My reaction to him is one that I’ve never experienced before. Either I’ve been holding myself back, or my attraction to Jordan is strong and real. He slips his hands inside the hem of my shirt, skimming my ribs, and when he realizes I’m once again not wearing a bra, I hear his breathing pick up.
His thumbs run against the underside of my breasts, and then they’re in his palms. He gently kneads them. My tightly puckered nipples become swollen and sensitive as he continues to manipulate them.
“Emma,” he moans.
My breath becomes ragged at the sound of my name. My panties have to be soaked by now. His fingers work on the button to my shorts, and a bolt of fear goes through me. I pull back, breaking our kiss, and he quickly removes his hands.
“I’m pushing you. I’m sorry. You’re not ready for this. I want you to know this isn’t my style, but there is something about you that I can’t resist.”
I nervously giggle, “You think I’m irresistible?”
“That’s what I said.”
I’m embarrassed because no one has ever told me that. Jordan keeps watching me for signs of hesitation. He knows that I’m nervous. I want to kiss him again, feel his lips against mine. It’s been something that I’ve been craving for a while now. I haven’t kissed anyone in months, not like this.
As I leaned in, Jordan reclaimed my lips with his own. His kiss sent the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl. His tongue sent shivers of desire racing through my body. He gently eased me down until my back was on the couch, and he covered my body with his own, propping up on his forearms. I could feel his arousal against my thigh. I wanted him, oh how badly I wanted him.
I made no move to touch him even though I wanted to. I wanted to slide my hand against his erection and make him start to unravel the way he was doing to me. He removed his lips from mine and slid them to my neck, sucking his way along my pulse. Jordan shifted his body, so he was on the side of me, hovering dangerously close to falling off the couch. His fingers plucked at my marble hard nipples than he lowered his mouth to suckle on them through my t-shirt.
Fuck, it felt so good. I wish I had the courage to tell him what I wanted, but my mind and my body were disconnected. My body wanted and desired him, but my brain held back, not allowing the words to come. I softly whimpered as he pushed my shirt up, just short of my breasts. He kissed my stomach, nibbling, and tugging at the belly ring that I wore in my navel.
Jordan once again worked on the button to my shorts, and when it was undone, he pulled at the zipper until they were open. His eyes widened as he saw the hint of the lacy white boy shorts I wore underneath. He fingered the waistband, and when I made no move to stop him, he worked his fingers inside.
He was so close to my cleft, and I was sure that my panties were soaked with my arousal just like the night before. What was he doing to me? He slowly moved his hand down, stopping on my hairless mound. I had gone for a waxing two days before and was smooth as a baby’s bottom.
I heard a low rumble come from him as the tip of his finger touched my slickness. I wanted to force his hand against my swollen nub. It had been so long since someone other than myself made me come.
“Emma, is this alright?” he whispered.
“Oh, yes, please.”
My affirmation made him confident to move forward, and his thumb caressed my clit. I bucked upward each time it circled; I wanted him to press harder, make me explode. Blood poured from my brain to feed my aroused core. I lost all sense of being, time, and my surroundings. All that I wanted was Jordan to make me come, hard.
I mewled and whimpered as he bent his head to tug at my nipples with his teeth. I was heading towards the edge, and soon I would be flowing over. My belly tightened, and my head short-circuited as Jordan pulled me down into an ecstasy spiral, I came with a howl, arching my back. When I flopped back on the couch, boneless and sated, he removed his thumb from my clit but kept his hand splayed on my mound.
“You’re so hot when you come. Do you know how sexy you look?”
I’m embarrassed, and I can feel my face heat. Jordan smiles at me and plants a kiss on my lips. He moves his fingers for round two. This time I’m more of an active participant, and I push my shorts down so that he can pull them off my legs as I lift my hips. I hear him inhale a gasp as he sees my panties.
“Bloody hell. You make me want to tear those off with my teeth.”
