His tongue and teeth were kneading the sensitive point of my nipple, driving me straight into ecstatic oblivion. I ground my hips against him and he grunted in response, switching to the other nipple.
“Oh my God, you are driving me insane,” I gasped.
“Nice to finally return the favor. You’ve been driving me insane for over a month.”
“You’ve just been making me hate you,” I said as I raked my nails down his shoulders and chest.
“Hmm—so mean of me. I should make up for that.” Slowly, he let me slide down the wall until I was on my feet again, but he kept sinking until he was on his knees and then sitting on the rug. I moved to go down with him, but he held my hips in place. He began applying those magical, heavenly, scruff-filled kisses to the tender skin on the inside of my thighs. I leaned back against the wall, opening my legs at his nudging, closing my eyes to savor the feel of him there. His hot mouth traveled up one thigh, then switched to the other, repeating its path. He gently pulled, prompting me to shift my weight to the other leg so I could drape one over his shoulder, opening myself to him.
“I can’t wait to find out what you taste like, Weiss.”
I gulped. None of my boyfriends had ever performed oral sex on me. They either had never offered or a few times my high school boyfriend’s efforts had been so awkward, I’d stopped him before he’d begun. I almost wanted to stop Jordan now. I’d never had this experience before and wasn’t sure this should be the first time, but I had no time to think or react before his mouth was at the juncture of my thighs, his fingers spreading me open to his attention.
His tongue slipped out to connect with my clit, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from yelping. The minute I could breathe, I let out a long moan and his shoulder tensed underneath my leg. He leaned forward, applying more pressure, and I was lost to him and the intoxicating movements of his tongue against my flesh. Each flick of his tongue felt like it was drawing every cell in my body tighter and tighter together. Soon he was sucking me into his mouth, consuming me, as he’d threatened to. And with that scruff and those muscles, I could easily picture him as the Big Bad Wolf, devouring me.
Every nerve ending in my body was alive and lusting for more attention from him and his bewitching mouth. He must have judged I was close, because his mouth pushed harder against me, his movements coming faster. Then a finger slipped inside me, pushing deep and curving upward, pressing against my most sensitive spot, as if it was an ‘on’ button and that was all I’d been waiting for.
In moments, I was climaxing in mind-blowing waves of pure screaming pleasure. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My one leg buckled and Jordan held me up as he continued to suck—every last drop of tension wringing from me until I was so sensitive it started to hurt.
“Please,” I gasped, pushing him away. “Oh God…”
Slowly, he let up as I fought to recover. He unhooked my leg from his shoulder, releasing my hips. My eyes were closed and my entire body was covered in perspiration. I tingled everywhere. Instead of satisfying me, that orgasm had made me hungry for more. I wanted to feel him moving inside me, filling me up. I wanted to hear him groan with his own need, taking his pleasure from my body.
When I opened my eyes, he was lying flat on his back, looking up at me with predatory eyes. I gingerly sank down on the carpet beside him, peppering his chest with hungry kisses.
“You are so unbelievably hot,” he muttered.
“I was just going to say that about you.”
Our mouths connected and when he pulled back, he muttered, “If I’m not inside you in the next two minutes, I’m going to fucking lose it.”
He grabbed the packet off the ground beside him and tore the foil, then slipped on the condom. This was the first chance I’d had to see him naked and he was beautiful—sculpted, lean, muscular legs from years of balancing on a surfboard, his firm abdomen, the ridge above his hips. I also got my first glimpse of his cock, and it was as magnificent as the rest of him. And large, just as I remembered—if I’d known what I’d been getting into last time, I might have run screaming.
“You really should be practicing your talk, you know,” I teased when he’d finished slipping on the condom.
“I’ll have time for that after I’ve used these condoms.” He rolled on his side and reached for me. I went willingly.
“I didn’t count…how many of them came in the basket?”
He grinned like the wolf he had likened himself to. “You’ll find out.”