He’d said to take it slow, but I didn’t know what that meant. Not when I was staring at the planes of his tight stomach. The six-pack on display. I’d wanted to run my nails down every ridge at the pool but held back with self-restraint that I certainly wasn’t known for. I did it now. Leaving long red marks across his abs as I worked my way downward.
His eyes glazed as I got to that glorious V that led into his pants. I trailed my hands across each line, dipping my fingers into the waistline.
He might want to savor me, but I’d never been patient. My fingers deftly unbuckled his buckle, popped the button, and pulled on the zipper. His pants hung low on his waist now, and I could see the erection prominent in the black boxer briefs. My body clenched with need.
I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I slipped my hand under the material and took him fully in my hand.
Jordan inhaled sharply. His hands fisted into my hair, and he brought his lips down on mine. I held his dick between us, stroking him up and down as he ravaged my mouth with his. It was hot and feverish. I never wanted it to stop.
“Jordan,” I groaned against his mouth.
“Fuck,” was his only response.
And that was exactly how I felt. Fuck. I wanted to fuck. But I knew what came next. I knew the rhythm of this.
I looked up into those glassy sex eyes. He stepped forward, capturing one more kiss from me. Then I released his dick and dropped to my knees before him, taking his pants with me on the descent.
“Annie, wait…”
His hands were suddenly on my shoulders, pulling me back to my feet. I stood in surprise; the confusion must have been obvious on my face. I’d been seconds from giving him a blow job. Why in God’s name had he stopped me?
“Slow down.”
I laughed brittlely. “Now you want to slow down?”
“Well, no. I don’t want to, and I’m not going to.”
“What?”
But I received no response in words. He stopped me from going down on him, but in one fluid motion, he was on his knees before me. He slid off my thong, lifted my legs off of the ground, and spread them wide before him, like a man preparing for a challenge and my orgasm was his prize.
“Wait, I can…” I gasped out.
These weren’t the steps I had expected. This almost never happened.
He shot me that wicked grin. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
10
Annie
If he wanted to go down on me, I wasn’t planning to stop him. I’d never had a man excited to do it, only to get between my legs for a quick fuck. In fact, I’d rarely had a man give two shits about what I was getting out of this. Definitely not any who moved as fast as Jordan. Men were selfish. Unfortunately, I’d learned to live with that.
Jordan was not like other men.
He spread my lips, slicking two fingers through my wetness.
“So fucking wet,” he ground out.
He ran fingers back and forth, back and forth, against the sensitive area. My body tensed and tightened as he worked me into a frenzy but didn’t take that one step forward. Didn’t slide those fingers in exactly where I wanted him. He really was going to take his time.
I whimpered, aching for more.
He chuckled. Clearly, he liked that he was driving me mad with want. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to tease me with his fingers. Then when I thought I couldn’t handle any more, he slipped his thumb up to the apex of my thighs. I jumped the first time he touched my clit. The sensation was so erotic that it was almost too much at once.
“Oh God,” I breathed.
He eased up, removing some of the pressure but continuing to move in slow, tight circles. I shuddered all over as he stroked me into submission while his fingers.
Then his tongue replaced his finger, and I saw stars. He licked up and down with wild, rapid strokes that had me bucking off of the bed. Without missing a beat, he laid his arm across my hips, effectively pinning me in place so that he could continue.
“Jordan. Fuck. Oh fuck.”
In one quick motion, he slid two fingers inside of me. I cried out, heedless of my volume. Forget all the shushing I’d been doing earlier. There was no way that I could be quiet while he took his time with me.
It only took a few strokes of my pussy while he worshipped my clit before I released. I cried out. My body pulsed relentlessly, trying to keep his fingers inside of me.
Everything went fuzzy around the edges.
He retreated, giving me a self-satisfied look. As if to say, See, savor you.