10
Clara
Jordan folded me in his arms and crushed his lips against mine. The earlier kiss was soft and tender and warm, but this? This was a kiss of desire.
It was a kiss ofneed.
In his arms, all my worries disappeared. The restaurant, my mom, even Baby Anthony—all of them faded away in the presence of Jordan’s embrace. For now, for however long this moment alone lasted, nothing in the world mattered except the two of us.
His broad chest was as hard as chiseled rock, and I pressed all of my body against him. My body came alive as the kiss deepened, opening like a flower toward the rays of nurturing sunlight. Jordan walked me backwards until I felt the bed, then pushed me down onto my back. He wasn’t forceful, but I could sense his tremendous strength. He could manhandle and maneuver me any way he desired, if he so chose.
That turned me on in a way that I had never experienced.
“Clara,” he murmured while his hands laced into my hair. He planted a knee on the bed and climbed on top of me, covering me with his warmth and protection.
“I’m glad you came back,” I breathed. “I couldn’t wait either.”
“I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Well, youarea Giants fan.”
Jordan dove into me with renewed enthusiasm, grinding into me with his entire body. I wrapped my arms around him, savoring the touch of the muscles in his broad back as they flexed and contracted.
This is so much better than a kiss by the car.
His hand dove between us, sliding down my body and moving lower. I spread my legs wider for him and he flicked open the button of my jeans, fingers exploring their way into the waistband of my panties. The teeth of the zipper clicked as his palm pushed deeper, and I tensed as he found my mound and then my soaked lips.
As soon as he touched me, all the tension melted away. I let out a soft moan as he curled his fingers up into my wet heat.
Jordan broke the kiss long enough to say, “Shh. You can’t be too loud, or…” He glanced in the direction of the baby basket.
“If you want me to be quiet, you’d better stop doingthat,” I replied.
His grin deepened. “Not a chance.”
I closed my eyes and sighed as he delved back into me. His fingers corkscrewed in and out of me, twisting in just the right way to touch all of my inner walls. I drove my hips up into him, demandingmoreof his thick fingers. Heat built inside of me, a pressure that had to be released.
I reached between us and found the bulge in his pants, hard and hot. Jordan made a rumbling noise deep in his throat as I ran my fingers over him, stroking him through the fabric and wishing there was nothing between us.
The faster I rubbed, the quicker his own fingers pistoned in and out of me. I went tight like a wire as the pressure built, nearly too powerful to withstand. The only thing keeping me from crying out with pleasure was his tongue rolling against mine inside my mouth, but that sensation was only heightening everything his fingers were doing…
Finally the pleasure between my legs could no longer be contained. Like someone suddenly opening the pizza oven, a blast of heat and pressure filled my body, so intensely pure that it almost felt painful. I shook with release and opened my mouth to scream in bliss, but Jordan clamped his free hand over my mouth.
I finally let loose and unleashed my cries of pleasure, which were properly muffled beneath his strong hand. My eyes clenched shut and everything vibrated with a soft hum, like the world had been reduced to its barest atoms.
As the ecstasy faded, Jordan’s tongue forced its way into my mouth, conquering and claiming me. I took hold of his face, his beautiful face, in both of my hands and pulled him into me, demanding that heneverstop kissing me.
I don’t remember him taking off his pants with his free hand. I only remember the endless kiss and the orgasm aftershocks that trembled inside me. His fingers were still locked inside my pussy, like he was holding onto me and didn’t dare let go. That was just fine. I liked the way he felt inside me.
Only when he finally removed them did I open my eyes. Jordan broke the kiss and stepped out of his pants, which were now on the floor. The only thing covering his junk was a pair of grey boxers, which were so tight they might as well have been painted on.
They’re only tight because of what’s inside…
In the soft light of the room, his bulge looked massive. Bigger than it felt underneath my fingertips. But my attention was quickly diverted as Jordan reached up and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing an armada of muscle. The bumps of his six pack appeared first, then his chest muscles, and finally the bulging muscles of his shoulders and arms. One arm flexed deliciously as he reached out, tossing the shirt to the ground.
“I can see why some people start fires,” I breathed. “If it meansyoucome to rescue them.”
He favored me with a small smile. “Fortunately, you don’t have to.”