What did I do to deserve this?
My orgasm built slowly, brick by brick. Jordan took his time and never grew impatient, allowing the pleasure to grow. Soon it felt like an impending hurricane, gathering strength out in the distant ocean. I could sense it drawing near, preparing to smash into the shore.
Destroy me, I thought as his fingers moved faster.Wipe me out and leave nothing behind.
My groans grew louder, and I bit my tongue to silence them. Then I remembered that I didn’tneedto be quiet this time. It was just the two of us, and we were in a nearly-soundproof room.
“Ohh,” I moaned, back arching violently. “Just like that. Oh Jordan…”
I was close. So close. Jordan’s tongue was swirling around my clit, and the hurricane of my orgasm was whipping at the shore, about to destroy me with ecstasy…
And then his tongue abruptly stopped moving.
“What are you doing? Don’t stop!” I begged.
I felt his mouth curl into a grin against me. “I like teasing you.”
I grabbed his head and pushed him back into me. “Keep going, I’m right there…”
His tongue resumed licking around my clit, and the storm picked up right where it had left off. His fingers curled upward, justbarelytouching my G-spot, and new electricity spread through my body as I reached the edge and began to fall over…
And once again, he abruptly stoppedrightbefore I came.
This time he rumbled with laughter. I pushed my hips into him and tried grabbing his head, but he pulled back this time. All I could feel was his hot breath on my pussy.
“You’re torturing me!”
His green eyes gazed up at me form above my mound. “It will be worth it in the end. Trust me.”
“If you don’t finish what you started I’ll never trust—ohh.”
I cut off as his tongue swirled around my clit twice.Onlytwice. Again, I could sense my orgasm just out of reach.
Back and forth Jordan went, bringing me right to the edge of my climax and then pulling away before it could ravage me. Each time, the sensations were more intense and powerful than before. If it was a category two hurricane at the beginning, it was now a category five.
After a few minutes of edging, I was like putty in Jordan’s hands.
“Please,” I begged. “Don’t stop. Give it to me.”
“You want it?” he crooned up at me.
I bobbed my head and gazed down at him. “I need it so bad.”
His tongue slowly returned to my clit, pushing it back and forth like his own personal punching bag. The two fingers inside me began moving again, and the orgasm gathered strength once more. I clenched my inner muscles around him, begging him to keep going. I would have signed over my life to him if he would justfinish me.
His tongue swirled, and his fingers pistoned faster. They curled upward in acome heremotion, brushing against my G-spot again and reigniting the nuclear bomb that was armed between my legs. As the pleasure ramped upward I wanted so badly to believe it was going to happen this time, that he wouldfinallypush me over the cliff and give me release, but I knew it wouldn’t happen.
And then he gave me what I wanted.
My orgasm swirled and intensified, bringing me back to that edge, and this time Jordan didn’t stop.
The hurricane slammed into my shore, more powerful than I had ever imagined.
I gasped and drew a ragged breath. My body totally fell apart under Jordan’s touch, fingers tapping against my G-spot and mouth sucking on my clit. The fire of a million suns scoured my body from head to foot in white-hot, toe-curling pleasure. I screamed at the top of my lungs and squeezed my thighs around his head, holding him against me as I came again, and again, wave after wave of it as I arched my back on the bed.
I cried out until my lungs were empty, sucked in another breath, and then cried out some more. I thrashed and bucked against Jordan’s face as the pulses of pleasure surged through me, and then my entire body shook and shivered with one final release.
When I finally became still, he was gently kissing my inner thigh and laughing to himself.