I led Jordan out of Tyler’s room and into mine. She stood there watching me, with the same sexy energy she had before, but she was containing it, waiting to see what kind of card I played. It killed me knowing that I couldn’t take her just yet. I wanted to do it right when I finally did it, and half-asleep was not going to get the job done.
“I’m exhausted,” I admitted.
A quick flash of disappointment blinked onto Jordan’s face, but was gone a second later. She looked at me with inviting, understanding eyes and a warm smile. “I can only imagine. You should get some rest.”
I nodded. “Yeah.” I wasn’t sure what force compelled me, but I reached out and took her hand in my own. “Will you stay with me?”
Jordan’s eyes widened. “Stay?”
“Please? Just stay here with me,” I begged in a soft voice that wasn’t my own.
It all clicked into place as I stood there holding her. Her promise to be waiting for me when I got home, seeing her all snuggled up with Tyler, wanting her to stay the night with me; she was the wife I’d long been missing.
Jordan put a hand on my face. “Of course I will.”
In a way, I was more excited than if we’d had sex. I’d spent many nights sleeping in my bed alone. I was going to have another body with me, and that made me feel like I’d won the lottery. I loaned Jordan a shirt of mine to wear to sleep in, and holy fuck did she look good in it. We climbed into bed, and she curled her body into mine, laying her head on my chest, and with the skin-to-skin contact that I didn’t realize I was so desperate for, we both drifted off to sleep.
The shifting of a body next to me stirred me from my sleep a little later. It was nice to have Jordan next to me, but I wasn’t used to it, so when Jordan shifted, I stirred. I must have rolled away from her in my sleep, because she was scooting her body backwards, lining her ass up tantalizingly to my dick. Most men woke up with hard cocks, but with Jordan unintentionally rubbing her ass against me, my dick was hard and at the ready. I’d gotten enough sleep to feel okay about it; I was finally ready to take what I wanted so badly earlier.
I moved my hand around her stomach and stuck it up the shirt of mine she had on. She’d discarded her bra in the interest of sleep, and her bare breasts were poking out in the shirt, ready to be played with. I slipped a finger over her nipple, and immediately her body twitched. I did it again, and her body reacted again. She was sensitive to her nipples and could definitely feel my ministrations. I flicked her nipple, a few times gently, but then I started to pull and tug at it, bringing it to stand up right. As I massaged the spot, Jordan started to let out sleepy, half-awake moans. I used my other hand to furrow down into her underwear and start playing with her pussy. I poked at her entrance, then flicked at her clit, alternating between the two, while continuing to play with her breasts up top.
Jordan’s subconscious moans grew and grew, until suddenly, Jordan was curling her hips towards my hand.
“Oliver,” she moaned.
“Good morning,” I whispered in her ear. I spun my fingers around her rapidly growing clit, while continuing to squeeze and tease her breasts. “Your pussy is wet.”
She tilted her head to the side and I met her with a kiss, swirling our tongues together as the excitement grew. She continued to press against my hands in both places and moaned into my mouth. As I felt the moisture on her pussy, it became instantly clear what I wanted. I flipped the blanket off us, and repositioned myself between her legs. I leaned down over her and gave her another kiss, and then slid down so I could duck my head down to her pussy. I grabbed the edges of her thong and pulled them off of her and tossed them aside. I dipped in and placed a kiss on her pussy, eliciting a shallow huff from Jordan. I kissed her again, and then again, finally sticking my tongue out to lick along the slit of her pussy lips. She let out a loud moan, and worked her hands into my hair.
I started out methodical. I would dip my tongue inside her hole and suck, then lick my way up to her clit, suck there, and then slide back down. Jordan was letting out a continuous stream of moans, and I could feel her body shuddering each time I danced over her clit. Before long, though, I lost my mind in it. She was so sweet tasting, and it was as if I was descending into addiction. I started to eat her out with fervor. She was starting to orgasm one right after the other, and each time, she tried to pull away from me, but I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her tightly in place. I could see her skin turning white around where my fingers were digging in and she was crying out so loudly I became briefly concerned she may wake the whole neighborhood, or at least the kid. I couldn’t be bothered to change enough to solve that problem.