Page 12 of Her True Blue
Honestly,I hadn’t expected this tonight.
Jordana is completely unexpected in every way.
The minute we enter her small cottage home, the dog comes running up to greet us looking for some love, but we have other plans of our own.
“Go lay down, Bella. I’ll give you treats later. After mama gets hers.” She slips me a seductive smile, winking and grabbing my hand to tug me toward her bedroom.
As we enter, she closes the door behind her. Lifting a questioning brow, she shrugs. “I’ve never had sex in front of the dog. Don’t want her jumping on the bed trying to rescue me.”
Her laugh is drowned out the minute I press my lips against hers, pushing her up against the door to seek out her heat.
I’m overcome with too many sensations all at once, my hands wanting to be everywhere, touching every part of her body. But they land on her cheeks, my thumbs stroking the line of her cheekbone, as I tilt her head to gain access.
Jordana’s lips part open on a sigh, my tongue slipping inside and sweeping her mouth, tasting and exploring, sucking her lips with a pained fervor. My hips instinctively roll into hers, as she reaches around my back and grabs my ass in her palms, latching on to nestle me into her center.
On a throaty groan, I pull away, bending down to find her breasts. Her nipples poke out underneath the soft texture of her dress. I slip a finger underneath the string of her strap, pulling down the top to expose the petal-pink color of her nipples. My eyes are riveted on the perfection of her luscious breasts, firm and perky, a handful of silky flesh.
Circling a thumb over a nipple, she sucks in a gasp. “Sensitive, are they?” I chuckle, toying with the nub, enjoying her responsiveness to my touch.
My cock thickens with need as I draw the nipple into my mouth. With painstaking slowness, the tip of my tongue runs over the pebbled nub, as I savor the way she heaves a breath, thrusting her tit further into my face.
I do the same with the other breast, laving the flat of my tongue over the sweet bud, swirling it around, humming with each tweak and nip of her fragrance.
My hands plump and cradle, their weighty mass warm and soft in my grasp.
I drop a hand to the center of her legs, cupping at her mound. Her body trembles in grasp as I jerk the material of her skirt up past her knees, so it’s bunched at her hip. I stare into her eyes, which are half-mast, her lips swollen from my kisses.
“Can I touch you?”
“If you don’t, I think I might just die from want.”
I give her atsk, leaning in and kissing the side of her neck, marking her there. “We can’t have that, now, can we?”
Sliding my hand up the flat of her stomach, my fingers burrow under the edge of her panties, feeling the soft, springy curls over her mound, before slipping through the wetness of her folds.
Jordana arches into my touch with a whimper. “Ohhhh…”
“That’s right, darlin’, I’ll take care of you.”
My words mean more than just what I’ll give her in this moment. As if something clicked inside my soul the moment we kissed, I feel tethered to Jordana in a way I’ve never been with anyone else.
I slide a long finger between her folds before thrusting it inside, making her cry out, sinking it deep inside where she’s wet and dripping for me.
Her head falls back against the door, as I stroke her silky flesh, circling her clit with my thumb, tapping and massaging the swollen nub. She begins moving in earnest against me, seeking more friction. Demanding and desperate for what I can give her.
“Touch me, darlin’. I need your hand around my cock again.”
“Yes,” she agrees, deftly unbuttoning and lowering the zipper, finding my cock straining upwards in search of her hand.
She wraps a tight fist around the base, yanking my underwear down and out of the way until I’m free of the binding garments. My swollen length throbs in her frantic strokes, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I can’t take any more and need to be inside her tight body.
“I need to feel your legs wrapped around me and your pussy squeezing my cock so tight I won’t be able to breathe. You ready for that, darlin’?”
She nods briskly. “Yes, Cord. I want all of you inside me now.”
It pains me to step away, but I drop my hand from her heat and lean down to grab a condom from my discarded jeans. Quickly suiting up, I work her panties down past her knees and then lift her feet off the ground to wrap around my hips.
“Hold on, darlin’. I’ve got ya.”
