Page 59 of Before You Say I Do
She was going out in a blaze of glory.
“Abby.”
The way Jordan said her name sent tingles up and down her spine.
Abby silenced her with a bruising, burning kiss. “I want you,” she replied. “Do you want me, too?”
Jordan nodded.
This was what they both wanted.
She pushed up Jordan’s top, and snapped open the back of her bra. Her breasts were right there in front of her. Just as they had been in the hot tub. But this time, she was going to act on it.
Abby sucked Jordan’s nipple into her mouth. Desire flooded her.
She pressed her feet into the ground, to stop herself from lifting off. Because that’s what this felt like. Like her passion was rocket-fuelled, on another level. She swirled her tongue around Jordan’s breast.
Jordan sucked in a breath.
Abby lifted her head and their gazes met.
Her hands moved swiftly then, undoing Jordan’s beige shorts and pushing them down her legs. Jordan was wearing a pair of black lacy knickers. Somehow, Abby hadn’t expected that. But it only added a little more fuel to the fire.
She slid a single finger inside them, and ran it though Jordan’s hot core.
Another growl.
Abby kissed her again, before she shed those too, and spread Jordan’s legs with her thigh. She was just going on instinct, and pure animal attraction. She wanted to know Jordan intimately. Inside and out. There was only one way to do that.
Abby pulled her lips temporarily away and locked their gaze.
Then she slid two fingers inside Jordan. Just as she had in her dream.
Nothing could have prepared her for this moment. Jordan was so ready, so wet. Just like Abby. They’d been fighting their attraction all weekend, and for good reason. But right now, in this moment, nothing could have felt more right. As Abby sank deeper into Jordan and their mouths found each other again, Abby abandoned any sense that she might have control over this.
She had none.
With her fingers inside Jordan and Jordan’s tongue inside her, this moment felt like the pinnacle of her life so far. What she’d been driving towards all along, even though she’d been totally unaware of it. As Jordan clung to her, shifting her right leg up and around Abby, they rocked together as one. Abby sliding in and out. Jordan moving her hips, arching her back, crying out, then stopping, realising where she was.
Their eyes locked.
A fleeting thought of stopping before they were found out skated across Abby’s mind. But then she looked at them in the large toilet mirror. She couldn’t stop. She was in too deep. Literally and metaphorically.
Jordan grabbed Abby’s shoulders, and pulled her close to rest her head on Abby’s shoulder.
“You feel so good,” she said. She reached down and placed Abby’s thumb onto her clit. Jordan moved Abby’s thumb in small circles. She closed her eyes as she did, and let out an almost inaudible gasp. “Just like that,” she said, before removing her hand.
Abby didn’t need telling twice. As she fucked Jordan, she marvelled at the effect she had on her. Also, at her utter beauty in this moment. Abby had never felt so alive. So in the moment. So herself. She circled Jordan’s clit as instructed, picking up speed and pressure to Jordan’s movements. Jordan was perfection in her hands.
Moments later Abby curled her fingers into Jordan and watched as she toppled over the edge.
Jordan clutched Abby’s fingers inside her.
Perfection was rewritten.
Jordan panted, her cheeks flushed, her blond hair framing her face exquisitely. This was the Jordan-face she’d been dreaming about. She couldn’t believe her dreams had come true. Or that she’d joined the mile-high club in the process.
Abby pressed her lips to Jordan’s once more. Electricity flared inside her. This is what her life had been missing. She eased her fingers out, never dropping Jordan’s gaze. She had no idea what Jordan’s stare was saying, but it was loaded — with desire, with want, with questions. Abby didn’t have any answers. All she knew was that she wanted Jordan to strip off her clothes and take her right now.
