Page 9 of Her True Blue
“Do I make you feel anything else?” I wrap my hand around her hip, fingers curling at the small of her back, and I tug her into me, solid meeting soft.
Jordana gasps and the sound ricochets down to my cock. I’m hard and aching for her.
“Everything,” she murmurs, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick at her bottom lip. “You make me feeleverything.”
Dipping my head, my lips slowly find hers, as I place a soft kiss across her mouth. The kiss deepens, as her lips fall open and I take the opportunity given to explore her sweetness with my tongue. She tastes of everything home. Just like she smells, it’s the sweet taste of apple pie and Fourth of July.
My pulse hammers under my skin and my body responds to her eagerness. Shifting to my back, I pull her along with me, centering her on top of me without losing the connection of our mouths. My body thrusts upward in an unbidden move as she straddles her knees on either side of me and plants her hands on my chest.
“Cord,” she says huskily, her eyes fluttering open as she pushes herself up, staring down from her perch above me.
Using the pad of my thumb, I sweep a trail over skin across her cheekbone, and then lift the auburn curls that have fallen in front of her face away and over her shoulder.
She gives a tentative rock of her hips pulling a deep groan from my chest. I plant my thumb on her bottom lip, smoothing the surface. Her tongue peeks out to circle the pad before sucking it into mouth, lips closing around it on a moan.
I drop my hand, experimentally skimming my thumb over her nipples that poke out behind the corset of her dress. She presses her chest forward into my awaiting hand.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been touched,” she purrs, as my hand drops to her knee by my hip, the hem of her dress bunched up, exposing skin there.
I inch a little further, now at the meat of her thigh, so warm and generous. I brush my thumb tenderly over the curve of her leg, exploring and traveling the places unseen but that have me simmering with desperation for more.
Jordana wiggles her fingers at the bottom of my T-shirt, sliding them under until she’s mapping a trail over my abs and pecs, my cock thickening in delight at the way she hums eagerly at what she finds.
“You are so…solid.” Her voice is laced in awe and admiration. “So strong.”
Our lips attack each other again, this time greedier and hungrier for more. My hand has reached its intended destination under her skirt, sliding around to the curve of her ass, which I palm in my hand and squeeze it firmly.
“You feel pretty amazing, too.”
I playfully skim the round flesh of her butt, edging just underneath her panties, as her fingernail circles the flat disc of my nipple.
My body floods with the desire to get inside her. To lose myself in her. But I also want to respect where we’re at. Although all the activity is happening in town right now, that doesn’t prevent some kids driving up here and catching us in the act.
Plus, I want to do this the right way. While I’d love to flip her over and fuck her out here in the wide open underneath the brilliant star-filled sky, I need to slow things down.
“Jordana, we should probably think about heading back into town for the fireworks show.”
Her hands stall just at the V of my waist and I suck in a breath, realizing how close she was to my waistband and my cock. She seems to realize it, too, as her eyes narrow and a look of confusion flashes through them.
“Is this not working for you?”
And then she shows a little peek into her devilish side as she bucks her hips over my hard ridge, causing a groan to lodge in the back of my throat.
I growl, flipping her over onto her back, my legs, hips and cock nicely wedged between her open legs.
“Oh, it’s working, darlin’. A little too well, don’t you think?”
To emphasize my point, I thrust into her center, where I can feel the burning heat of her desire, even underneath her clothing.
Bending down, my lips find her throat where I suck and nibble the sensitive flesh there, feeling the vibration of her moans.
“Jordana, if we don’t leave now, I’m going to want to undress you. Touch you, kiss you and then fuck you. Right here and right now.”
I swear to God, the eager gasp she lets slip from her mouth is almost my tipping point. Instead, I find my resolve and roll off of her, adjusting the painful cock in my pants as I do.
When I turn my head to look at her again, I wonder about my sanity, because the look in her eyes is dark and heavy with desire.
I reach for hand to help her up as we stand, pressing my body into hers.
