Page 30 of Stella's Christmas Rescue
“I thought that was obvious.” I smirk.
He shakes his head and pulls my skirt back down. “Not now.”
“You don’t want to?”
Jordan smiles, “Not just yet. Relax, that seemed pretty rough on you. I didn’t hear you scream like that the other night.”
“About the other night, that’s probably because I didn’t have a chance to breathe in enough air to scream before my orgasms hit.”
“Yeah, you were pretty athletic about it,” he says.
I shake my head, “I didn’t know it was coming like that. I don’t…I’ve never orgasmed during penetrative sex.”
“Wait, really?” He sits up.
“Yeah. Never.”
He teases, “That why you’re so anxious to get me naked again now?”
I laugh, “Maybe.”
“Well,” he gets up, then pulls me to my feet, “I’d hate to deny a lady what she wants.”
I giggle, “Yeah. What kind of a jerk would do that?”
Jordan takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom. I land gracelessly onto the bed. He bends down and kisses me, before he helps me pull my sweater off in the moonlit room. His hands cup my breasts over my lacy bra, and the warmth feels wonderful. It’s so intense, I can feel my whole body tingle from it. Then, he presses me back until my head finds the pillow.
I pull my skirt off, and I’m nude and aching for him on my bedspread. Jordan gazes into my eyes, while he quickly strips down. His body is strikingly masculine, like a lumberjack. One last lingering look, before I take off my glasses and set them on the nightstand. Then, I open the drawer and pass him a condom from it. He unravels the thing down his tree trunk of a cock and joins me on the bed. I snuggle against his chest, before he holds me close. Everything I want is in these arms. He rolls on top of my body, and I open myself to him.
This time, there’s no hesitation. He knows just how ready I am. Jordan thrusts his thickness into my wet pussy. He twists his hips, side to side, on each push. It’s like he’s trying to hollow me out with himself. I grab his shoulders, cock my hips, and ride up to him. The delicious pressure builds inside me, as he begins to thrust straight into me. He kisses me long and deep, his grunts are music to my ears. Inches of him tease my G spot, while his pubic bone rhythmically hits my clit. My back arches and our lips part. I gasp, “Oh, hell, Jordan, YES!”
“Stella, come for me!”
I melt onto his shaft and cry out from underneath him. Jordan doesn’t slow down or let me rest this time. It’s almost too much, and I grab the bedspread. The pleasure is unreal, so I need something to hold. He pounds away at me, harder and harder, until another orgasm takes my breath away. This scream is near silent, save for the squeak at the end. Then, he kisses me roughly.
Jordan pulls out, rolls me to my side, and lines up behind me. He glides himself into me from behind and starts up again. He bites my shoulder and grabs my hip. I reach for the headboard—I need leverage to meet his thrusts. Our sweaty bodies smack together, until he releases my shoulder. Then, he rolls me onto my stomach, staying in me all the while.
He reaches beneath me for my clit once more, then hammers into me. I hang onto the headboard, this time for something stable to hold. It’s all I can do to breathe beneath him, but the lack of oxygen works to build my orgasm fast. I’m pleasantly dizzy once more. My body throbs and thumps, and this one swoops in on me like a hawk attacking her prey. My head flies back and hits his chest, but Jordan doesn’t stop or even slow down.
He pulls me onto my knees, then shoves my head into the pillows. I’m face down, ass up, and he bangs into me from behind. There’s no gentleness to it whatsoever, and I’m loving every second of it. He pulls my ponytail, which causes my head to lift. I bounce back to meet his plunges, which brings me another orgasm, but this one is more like a sweet yawn in my abdomen. He growls, then thrusts deeply into me as he finishes.
His whole body locks up, then collapses onto mine. Under his great weight, I am absolutely breathless. I tap his hip, and eventually, he tumbles away. His weight on the bed forces it to crater, and I roll onto him. I’m tucked into his body, safe and satisfied once more.
11
Imaneuvered us so we have the bedspread wrapped over us like an omelet. There was no chance to get under it in the night. She’s sleeping so soundly, and from what she said, I doubt she gets this kind of sleep when I’m not around. I wouldn’t wake Stella for the world. Her little snores are the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I don’t even mind the drool puddling between my pecs. Her hair sticks in every direction. Part of it is still in a puff from the ponytail, and I know it’s going to be a matted mess in the morning. I’d pull the hair tie out, but I’m afraid I’d wake her. Probably just best to let her be.
I wish everyone else thought that way about Stella.
She doesn’t deserve this life. I mean, no one does, but especially not her. She’s been through so much already, losingher parents as a child. No one should have to go through that. But I’m glad she has a family she likes. I just wish she didn’t stay in contact with them right now. I sigh at her recklessness, and my long exhale seems to relax her even more. She makes a contented hum, then cuddles harder. I doze off, dreaming about the woman next to me.
Just as I’ve got her moaning in my dirty dream, a strange sound wakes me. It’s subtle, but the lack of the electric hum from the surveillance equipment is distinct. The power is out. No big surprise—the power is always dodgy when it snows this hard. With no heat, it’s bound to get cold in here fast. I wonder where she keeps the extra blankets. I lift her carefully from my chest, so I don’t wake her. Then I head to her closet.
The dogs bark downstairs. I fight the urge to shoosh them, in case she slept through it. I don’t want to wake her with shooshing.
More barks. This isn’t a drill.
“What’s going on?” Stella yawns.
