Page 12 of Step By Step

“I guess it is about us. How...how special this week has felt.”

Stilling, his head lifts, his mouth wet from sucking at my nipples. It is so erotic, so hot, a rush of heat burns between my legs. I whimper, pulling him back to me, my hips twisting against him.

“Because this is special, baby,” he husks, his mouth going to my other breast before he pops off, leaving me wanting more. “I never thought I could feel the way I do with you, Jenna. This...us...baby, this is what the best music is about. Two people finding one another.”

“Jordan,” I whimper, pulling him tighter against me. “I don’t want to stop yet. I want... I want more. You always make me want more.”

“I will give you more, babe,” he swears, sitting up between my knees. I bite my lip as he grabs my shorts, glancing up. I nod, lifting my hips so he can tug them down and off.

In just a pair of silk panties, which I can feel are wet, I lie bared for him. My body is on fire as he stares down at me. Letting my eyes eat him up, I flush when I see how big he is behind his zipper. I reach for it, wanting to touch him. He lets out a little sound, grasping my hand.

“You touch me, and I will lose it,” he tells me, voice shaky, bringing my hand to his mouth so he can kiss the palm and each fingertip.

“Well, maybe I want you to lose it. Lose it the way I do whenever you touch me. I never... I have never been with anyone, Jordan. I want to be with you.”

Jordan stills for a moment, and I fear I have ruined it. His head falls back as he rolls his shoulders. His body is toned, with thick arms and a firm chest, with a slight dusting of dark hair. There is a sexy cut of muscle above his jeans. Unable to help myself, I reach out, tracing it with my fingers.

“Jenna,” he groans, pressing my hand over his zipper. I gasp at how hard he is, how big he feels. “Neither have I. I just never...it never even mattered to me before. You sure you want this with me?”

Sitting up so my breasts brush against his bare chest, I nod. I don’t know if I want it right now, but yes, I am sure I want this. I want it with him. I believe that no matter what happens, he is the right person for me to give myself to.

“Yes,” I manage at last, my voice raw. “Yes, I want it to be you. Don’t you want it with me?”

“God, yes, Jenna. I don’t want anything else anymore. Look at me, baby,” he pleads, pulling my head back gently. I peer up at him, holding my breath as I wait. “You’re my girl, yeah? It’s you and me, right?”

Filling with a warmth that makes my heart ache, I nod. “Yes. Yes, I am your girl. It’s us, baby. You and me. I want you, Jordan. Only you.”

“Come here,” he rasps, pulling at my hair as he bends, kissing me roughly.

It is all heat and greed between us, this kiss. We both want the same thing. We want more. We want more together. His skin is hot against mine, his hands pushing me back on the bed. They slide beneath my thighs, his tongue pushing into my mouth.

Lifting my thighs at his hips, he twists his and I moan. His hardness feels so good pressed against my sex. I want to feel him against me. I want him inside me. I shake in his arms, a mixture of fear and need.

“Lie back, baby,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I want to touch you. I want to make you feel good.”

I can’t form the words to say he makes me feel good. Just his body pressed against mine. Just the rub of my nipples against his chest. The way his hands grab me to pull me closer. All of it feels so good.

Pushing at my knee with his, he spreads me open. I bite my lip shyly as I watch his hand skim up my thigh, then trace my panties. Breathing hard, he pulls at the silk, just moving the little scrap out of his way. I moan when the cool air hits my hot flesh.

“Oh, you’re so wet,” he groans, his fingers rubbing at the wetness he finds. I moan, twisting beneath his touch, unsure where I want him most. “It’s so soft, baby,” he hums against my throat as his fingers spread over me, sending bolts of pleasure to my clit. I moan, lifting to his touch.

“More, more,” I plead hoarsely.

“Yes, more, spread your thighs for me, let me in.”

His words are so erotic, such a change from the sweet words we use when we’re fooling around. I like it. I like it so much, my entire body starts to shake. His voice is so sexy, I love listening to him on the radio now, I never miss a show.

“Talk to me, baby,” I beg, gasping when his fingertips find my clit. I moan, nodding as he glances down at me. “Yes, yes, there.”

“You are so hot,” he growls, rubbing slowly at my clit once he sees how it makes me shake. “I wanted to touch you this way the first day I saw you. I just knew... I just knew you were it for me, Jenna. The minute I saw you, I wanted you. I wondered what you tasted like, how sweet your mouth was. God, I want to taste you here. Can I taste you down here, baby?”

“I don’t know... oh, God! Don’t stop, right there,” I pant, lifting my head to watch two of his fingers slip inside of me. He hits a spot that sets sparks of fire off inside of me.

“Can I make you come this way? God, I want inside you, you’re so tight. So soft. I want to feel you come with me inside you. Oh, God, you make me so hard it hurts, baby. Look at me, I want to see your eyes.”

“Jordan,” I cry, body arching beneath him. “Don’t stop. I’m... yes, just like that, don’t stop. I’m going to come. God, it feels so good. Baby, I never want it to stop! Oh.... yes, yes, Jordan!”

I shout, head throwing back against my pillows, my thighs tensing as a powerful orgasm crashes down on me like a sweltering storm. I feel his fingers pushing inside me still. I hide my face against his neck as he keeps going, his mouth on my breast, sucking at my nipple as he rubs at my clit again.

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