Chapter 40
CHAPTER FORTY
“Jordan, I can’t. I can’t.” She couldn’t stop the scream building in her throat even if she tried.
Her clit was already over sensitized from the two earlier orgasms. But bouncing on top of him, holding the headboard for purchase, while his thick dick hit the deepest part of her was exquisite pleasure.
They’d been going fast and furious since they finished dinner, the anticipation building all afternoon and evening.
After they’d returned home and Jordan had completed his routine sweep of the property, checking for anything suspicious, she’d talked him into another, more intentional, cold dip.
She’d lasted two minutes and fourteen seconds before racing to the outdoor shower, where Jordan had used his fingers to get her off, while her scream echoed down the beach.
Later, he made her grilled chicken and salad, which felt good after the indulgent afternoon of treats.
While they were washing dishes, he’d put on a basketball game.
They watched for a bit, but she’d asked so many questions that he’d shut her up with a kiss, and that was when orgasm two had happened.
Now it was near midnight, and she was barreling straight toward number three.
“Yes, you can.” His voice was gritty now, authoritative, and sexy as all hell. “Come on, princess, one more. Give me one fucking more.” His fingers dug around her hips as he guided her onto him.
Knowing they were headed right for the peak, she reached behind her, and cupped his balls gently in her hand. They were as hard as his cock. A harsh groan ripped from him as she massaged them. It was the signal she needed.
She canted her hips as she slowed to a gentle rock. His eyes hooded with confusion. Judging by the throb of his erection inside her, he was probably as delirious from the ecstasy as she was, so she understood his bewilderment.
But she wanted something out in the open if they were going to spend the rest of the night fucking.
Leaning down, she let her ultra-sensitive nipples brush his chest. The sensation was electric, and she bit back a moan. “I want you to come inside me.” She let the words hang there so they could marinate in his lust-filled head.
“Vanessa—” His voice was hoarser than she’d ever heard it, like it was being scraped across sandpaper. His fingers flexed around her hips.
“You haven’t yet,” she continued, needing to get the words out.
“Every time we have sex, you come anywhere but inside me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been hot, but Jordan, I need you to know that I’ve never let anyone come inside me without a condom.
No one. But I want you to.” She shook her head.
“It’s more like need. My whole being screams for it, and when you pull out, there’s a discontent in my body that never goes away. ”
His expression was broken, eyes tight, jaw tense. He opened his mouth, but she stopped his words with her index finger to his lips. He pulsed inside her, and she shifted her hips, her nerve endings demanding release, but her heart needed to finish speaking.
“It’s not happening tonight,” she added softly.
“I don’t want you to do it because you feel like you have to.
Before anything happens, I need to know what’s going on in here.
” She pressed her palm over his heart, then reached up and smoothed her fingers over his hair before settling them on his temple.
“And up here.” Her gaze locked with his.
“And whatever it is, we’ll work through it, because I know that you’re aching to fill me up as much as I’m aching to be filled by you. ”
With a rough grunt, Jordan twisted, and in one fluid, commanding movement, he reversed their positions and pinned her to the bed, their bodies still joined. “You—” His breath caught, but he didn’t finish.
Vanessa let out a nervous laugh. “You keep saying that, and then letting it hang there, like a warning.”
He gave a shallow thrust, then another. Then a deeper one, and she let out a moan.
“Not a warning. Just…wonder.” He kissed her, long and deep as he moved inside her in languid, teasing strokes that set the blood in her veins on fire.
When he broke away, he looked her in the eye. “Now let me fuck you like you’re mine.”
His next thrust pushed her up the mattress, and her ankles dug against his back for leverage. She couldn’t get him close enough, and his name tore from her like a desperate plea.
He reached above her, grabbed a pillow, and shoved it under her lower back, tilting her hips upward so his cock pushed deeper. Her satisfied scream pierced the air, her breasts jostling against his chest. He increased his pace and force, planting one hand beside her head as his gaze pierced hers.
Deep grunts filled the room. The wet sounds of their fucking mingled with the sounds of the ocean outside the windows. She never wanted to leave this space, these feelings, these sensations.
“There it is,” he grunted. “I can feel it right before you come. You fucking quake around my dick. It’s heaven.” He leaned down and bit the side of her neck. “So tight I can barely move.” Grabbing the headboard above her, he thrust into her over and over, the friction unbelievable.
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t shout, couldn’t breathe. When he reached between them to pinch her clit, her eyes rolled back, her mouth opening in a silent scream as the most intense orgasm she’d ever known rocketed through her.
In the distance somewhere, she heard him curse, his hips pistoling in the rapid-fire way she knew would lead to his release sooner rather than later, and this time she knew exactly where she wanted him.
“Mouth,” she begged. “Need to taste you in my mouth.” If he wouldn’t fill her up, she wanted him to come down her throat. “Now. Please.”
With a shout, he pulled out of her and brought his hips to her face, his length slick from having been inside her. With her climax still shuddering through her, she took him in her hand and guided him to her lips.
The raw groan that rumbled out of him filled her with satisfaction. Her release coated her tongue as she licked and swallowed, sucking on him until she heard him grunt. “Here it comes, Vanessa. Take it all.” He slapped a hand against the wall above her head. “Fuck yes.”
She gagged at the first rush of liquid, before relaxing her jaw, letting his release pour straight inside her, his tip hitting the back of her throat as she drained him.
“Such a good fucking girl.” He fucked her mouth with fervor, and she drank him down greedily. “I don’t deserve you.”
When he finished, he shifted back, his hand still on the headboard for support, breathing hard.
She fell back against the mattress in exhaustion.
Her body and mind utterly sated. The kiss he dropped on her forehead was featherlight, the praise he murmured soft and reassuring.
She let her eyes drift shut to the sound.
Moments later, when a warm, wet cloth rubbed against her belly, her eyes shot open.
“Shhh,” Jordan hushed. “Let me take care of you now.”
He traced the cloth down her lower abdomen and between her legs.
He cleaned her carefully, reverently, like no one had ever done before.
Her exhaustion left her no choice but to let him.
When he was done, he took another towel and dried her.
Then he tucked her under the covers and crawled in behind her.
Vanessa snuggled her back against his chest, happy to be the little spoon. In his strong, comforting embrace, she faded into a deep, satisfied sleep.