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“It will fade. Please. I want to make you come again before I do.”
He’s gentle until I start gyrating. His cock continues pistoning in and out of me; he never misses a beat. He rubs me harder, and I can feel my core clenching. Jordan can, too, and he covers my body with his own, grinding his base against my swollen tissue until I have one last powerful release.
I can feel his heart pounding against my chest as my blood roars in my ears. He thrusts hard as his climax starts. I can feel him filling me as he groans my name. When he finishes, he collapses on me, burying his nose in my hair. I can’t stop myself as emotion takes over.
“Jordan…”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
He lifts his head, “You would say that while my cock is still buried in you.”
I smile, “I deserve that.”
“Yes, you do.”
Jordan kisses me on my sweat-slicked neck then moves off me. He’s still hard, and even though I’ve had three orgasms, I still want him.
“Do you have any food in this place?”
“Not really. I guess we’ll have to order out.”
He removes his shirt and slides his pants and boxers off him. He’s only in his dark socks, and I giggle at the sight.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Your socks. Naked with nothing else.”
“Do they turn you on?”
“No, you do.”
“Let’s take a quick shower before we order dinner.”
He pulls me up and then takes off his socks, dropping them next to his underwear and pants. I take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom. The water is good and hot. Jordan rubs at the mascara that’s inked my bottom eyelids.
“You’re sexy without makeup. You don’t need it.”
I’ve worn makeup since I was thirteen, thanks to my sisters. I would feel naked without it. I like it. It makes me feel good.”
“One day, I’m taking you to somewhere private, and we’re not going to put on clothing or anything else. I want you to myself.”
“Does that mean no phones?”
“Yes. No phones, no computers, no television. Just us.”
“How are you going to survive without being in touch?”
“I have very competent staff. I can be out of touch for two days without my company falling apart.”
Jordan squeezes some shampoo on his hand and washes my hair. His fingers work it into my scalp, and I almost moaned at the sensual feel. I love his touch. We wash each other, spending enough time in the shower to make our skin pruny.
He steps out first, wrapping a towel around his waist before he grabs the other on the rack and holds it open for me. I step into it, and he holds it against my wet skin with his arms.
“I haven’t been this happy in a long time,” he says.
“Natalie didn’t make you happy?”
