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My hands went to the waistband of his boxers and I pushed them down until I wrapped my hand around him.

“Shit,” he grunted, his mouth now at my neck. I cupped him, relished in the feel of him against me, surrounding me, and then I was being moved.

He turned me over, pushed me farther up the bed and his hands were at my hips, his lips at my back. “Everywhere,” he whispered. I want to taste you everywhere.”

Every single touch from him was a high voltage wire, burning through me, driving me wild with need until he had moved farther down, rolled and he yanked me down onto his waiting mouth.

“Ride,” he grunted and that delicious vibration of him right at my core almost sent me over the edge. But then his mouth was on me, his hands pulling me against him and I had no choice but to do as he commanded until I threw my head back and let that sensation wash over me. It hit at my center, spread to my limbs, and I bucked against him as my orgasm crashed through me like rolling thunder, slowly edging back until I was sated.

“Oh shit,” I gasped. It hurt to unclench my jaw I’d kept snapped closed through it, aware enough of Toby in the house to remain as quiet as possible.

And then I was on my back again, arm draped over my eyes, listless and hot and cold and shivering and absolutely perfect. And Jordan was still there, touching me, moving slowly.

“You have more in you?” he asked, his voice thick with need he hadn’t yet quenched.

“I’m good.” My arm fell to the bed and I smiled, lazily, barely able to move a muscle. “I’m better than.”

“Good.” He reached to the nightstand, tore off a condom and I watched with wild fascination as he removed it, rolled it down his hard length and then he moved on his knees, hands at my thighs, spreading me wide open. “I think now I can go a bit slower, now that I know how incredible you still taste.”

“I want to see,” I said, and he jerked in surprise. I’d never done that before. Not with him, for sure. When we were teens, him going down on me had always felt strange, that I’d liked it so much even weirder, but even then, I’d always wipe his mouth before he kissed me.

But this was a new beginning, and we were different people, and whatever he was bringing out in me made me want to do dozens of things I’d never done before. I curled my hand around his neck and tugged him down to me. I slid my tongue into his parted lips, kissing him, tasting me on his tongue, sweet and tangy, but God…so good at the same time. And he was at my center, sliding into me as I pressed against him. I stretched around him as he entered me, pushing in slowly, almost reverently like he wanted to remember every stroke.

I let him take me as he needed, our bodies clinging together, his hands beside my shoulders, my hands below his hips, holding him close to me as we moved, found our rhythm in no time.

“Yes,” I gasped into his ear. “More. Harder.”

“Slowly. Patience,” he demanded. I nipped at his ear, moaned into his throat as he adjusted. He was hitting that perfect, beautiful spot deep inside and it didn’t take long until I was feeling it all over again.

That beautiful hint of a climax spreading and alighting deep inside until it grew, so large, so powerful, less forceful than before, but still one of the best I’d ever had.

I gasped against his mouth, kissed him while his hips moved faster, his thrusts deeper, more forceful. “Close,” he grunted. “Get there.”

“I am.” My fingers dug into his shoulders. I spread my legs farther. I took all of him, every last beautiful inch and clung to him until I was shaking and trembling.

My orgasm hit me slowly and powerfully until all I made were sounds and vowels, whimpering into his mouth.

And then he was there. Right there with me. His rhythm faltered, his speed accelerated, his thrusts turned savage and he got up on his arms, hands braced to the bed. He stared down at me, muscles popped at his neck while he buried himself inside of me, groaning out his own release until he collapsed against my chest.

“Wow,” I whispered. I shoved my hands into his hair, felt his silky black locks slide through my fingertips as he caught his breath. “I know you were worried about that messing up something, but personally, I think it went pretty well.”

He laughed against my collarbone, lips pressed teasing kisses along my shoulder. “Smartass.”

We held each other until we’d relaxed and I pushed him gently. “I have to go get cleaned up.”

His hips rolled, reminding me he was still inside me. “I don’t want to let you go.”

His voice was rough and thick and didn’t sound like all he meant was being inside me. I pushed my hand through his hair, slid it to the side of his neck. “You won’t have to.”

He blinked harshly, and it threw me. It was the first hint of doubt or fear he’d shown me so openly. “Good,” he finally said.

He smacked my ass playfully. “Go get cleaned up. I’m exhausted, and I want you in my arms before I fall asleep.”

I kissed his cheek and moved, hurried through my bathroom routine. On the way back to bed, I slid into my underwear on the floor and then curled into Jordan’s body. He wrapped his arms around me and held me to his chest. “Tonight was good,” he said, already half asleep. “I liked it.”

“Me too.” I kissed his chest and settled against him. In moments he was asleep, breathing softly.

I followed him shortly after, relaxed and smiling.

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