Chapter 8
“This place is unbelievable, Jordan.”
The ride from Portland International to Vancouver was quick since the traffic was light. A limo picked us up and drove us right to the heart of the city, stopping at a four-story building. The property Jordan owns is set on the Columbia River with a terrific water view. A wall of glass dominates one whole side of the condo. It’s not even close to the size of his penthouse in New York, but it’s still opulent with plenty of granite, marble, stainless steel, and glass.
“Should I put your bags in the guest room, or are you sleeping with me?”
“Jordan, don’t be silly. I want to sleep with you.”
“I just thought I’d ask.”
Even though I slept for hours on the plane, I’m groggy, and I wonder what Jordan has in store for me tonight.
“Emma, would you like to shower?”
“Yes, I feel sticky. Vancouver is humid.”
“It is. Take a shower, and I’ll take one in the guest bath. We can have a quick bite when we’re finished. Then off to bed.”
I’m surprised that he doesn’t want to take a shower together, but I don’t question. A double shower stall dominates one corner tiled in black and gray tiles with only one spray head. I find all the bath products that I use sitting on the shelf, and I’m too tired to speculate why. The hot water feels good on my achy muscles. I wrap myself in one of the thick gray towels and pad out to the bedroom.
Jordan is already there; his blonde hair damp from a shower. He’s changed into a pair of light blue silk pajama pants that hang low on his hips. He looks yummy.
“I laid out your robe.”
“Thank you.”
I slip on the pink thigh-length garment and pull the towel from around my chest. Then secure the belt. I don’t know why I feel self-conscious. Jordan has already seen me naked.
“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
I comb my damp hair so I can get out any knots and go to find Jordan. He’s prepared a small platter of cheeses, raw vegetables, pita chips, and hummus.
“You are quite the homemaker.”
“I wasn’t always able to afford help. I needed to be self-sufficient.”
“I’m not. Nathaniel and I survive on sandwiches and take out.”
“You’ll have to learn to cook sometime. Why didn’t you?”
“I was the youngest of three girls. By the time I got old enough, my parents had no other children in the house. In college, I always had roommates who cooked. I’m good at cleaning, though. That was always my job.”
Jordan holds up a piece of cheese to my mouth, and I take it, sucking gently on his fingertips. He gives me a smoldering look, and I can feel my insides quiver. We eat in silence but can’t take our eyes off each other.
“I think we should go to bed soon. It’s 10:30, and I have a 7:00 AM meeting.”
“I’ll help you clean up.”
Jordan holds the sheets open, and I slip into bed. He follows and reaches up to shut the light. I snuggle against him, and he wraps his arm around me while I put my head on his chest. My body is electric as I absorb his heat. My sex is sensitive and uncomfortable. I’ve been that way ever since I sucked Jordan off. I’m not sure I’m going to sleep.
I move my head and run my tongue over his nipple. I hear his breath stutter. I take the now hardened point in my mouth and suck, tenderly biting it. I don’t wait for Jordan. I move my body until I’m straddling his sculpted abs. His hands run up and down my bare thighs. I slipped on his undershirt that he wore all day before we went to bed. I love his masculine smell. I wear nothing else.
Reaching behind me, I feel that he’s hard, his erection pressing against the soft silk of his pants. I move my body down to his hips and repeat what he did to me on his couch in his penthouse. I run my cleft over him until his head presses against my clit. Jordan’s nails dig into the flesh of my legs.
“Emma, you’re pushing me to the point of no return.”
“I’m already there. I want you.”
He moves so swiftly that I don’t realize it until he’s hovering over me, and I’m on my back. Jordan reaches over to switch on the light. His pants have a wet trail where I dragged the lips of my sex over his erection. He gets off the bed to remove them, and his body is perfection.
“Take off your shirt. I want you naked.”
I sit up and pull the shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. He gets in between my legs and reaches over to open the nightstand drawer where he withdraws a foil-wrapped condom. I wait for him to open it and watch in anticipation as he unrolls it over himself. I know this is going to hurt. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked .
Jordan covers my body with his own. His cock is poised at my entrance, and I’m waiting patiently while biting the inside of my cheek. We’re so close.
“Emma, how long has it been?”
“Three years.”
I hear him suck in his breath, “Maybe we should wait. You’re not wet enough for this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Jordan, I can take it. I want you inside me. Just do it and get it over with.”
He frowns, “Is that what you want? Me to get it over with?”
“Yes. I admit it will hurt, but it won’t last. This isn’t my first time.”
“But it’s like it is because it’s been so long.”
I buck upwards, trying to get him to enter me, but he pulls his hips back. He’s no longer positioned at my opening.
“You should be on top. In fact, I’d like it better. You can be in control.”
“Jordan, I don’t…”
“Why not, Emma? Nothing would turn me on more than to see you on top.”
He gently eases off me and moves to his side of the bed. His cock is still rock hard and encased in latex. The tip is glistening with my juices, and I straddle his belly then position myself over his length. Jordan places his hands on my hips. His eyes have darkened so much that the irises no longer look blue. I slowly sink, inch by inch over his beautiful penis. It burns, and once he’s inside me, I stop moving, trying to acclimate to his width and length. My belly feels full and uncomfortable.
“Doll, are you okay?”
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head than I begin to move. Jordan’s eyes close, and his breathing is heavy. As I slide over him, I’m aware that my breath has become a pant. The burn has disappeared and been replaced by ecstasy.
I place my hands on his sculpted stomach and brace myself as I speed up my movements. I’m whimpering. Waiting three years was so worth it for this. Jordan feels so good inside me. His eyes spring open, and he palms my breasts, pinching my nipples, which sends shivers through my body.
“Jordan,” I moan.
“Yes, baby, that’s it. Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze my dick as you come.”
My legs begin to shake, and I release hard, squeezing his cock as I spiral through my orgasm for what seems like many minutes. I feel Jordan’s fingers curl into my flesh, and he thrusts upward, making me wince, then he explodes with my name on his lips. He slams into me, hard until he finally collapses his hips onto the bed—a light sheen of sweat coats both our bodies as I lay upon him.
Jordan wraps his arms around me, stroking my spine with his fingers, and he kisses the crown of my head. As our heartbeats return to normal, I feel myself starting to doze.
“Emma? Doll, don’t fall asleep.”
I mumbled something incomprehensible when I meant to say I won’t. Jordan chuckles and gently pushes on my shoulders.
“Sit up, so we don’t have an accident.”
I know he’s referring to the condom slipping off, but I’m not worried because I’ve been on the pill to regulate my periods for years. But I do as he asks, and he reaches between us to hold the condom on his slowly shrinking length as I lift off him. He sits up and slides the latex sheath off and ties it, carrying it to the bathroom.
I’m exhausted and sore. I bury my head in the pillow on the other side of the bed with my back exposed. I feel the bed dip as Jordan slips in next to me. He’s still naked, and so am I. I like having him next to me, and the skin on skin contact is so intimate.
During the night, I wake. It’s still dark out, and Jordan is lightly snoring. He’s turned onto his back and no longer against me. I feel sad, and I reclaim our closeness by moving my head to his shoulder. He instinctively wraps his arm around me even though I’m sure he’s still asleep.
The smell of coffee tickles my nose as I push the covers off my head. It’s chilly without Jordan next to me, and I have this large expanse of bed to myself. I shift my position, and immediately I smell his cologne.
“Doll, are you awake?”
“Sort of. Why am I so tired?”
“Maybe a bit of jet lag, and you did expend energy last night.”
I blush at the thought of the sex we shared, “But so did you and you’re fine.”
“I’m used to travel. I do it so often.”
“What about sex? Are you used to that too?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve had it. I don’t just sleep with just anyone.”
No, just a select few gorgeous actresses and pop stars, I think, remembering the articles that I found online. I try to pull the dates of them up in my brain, but I’m still groggy.
I open my eyes, and Jordan is fully dressed in a dark blue suit, white shirt, and red tie with blue and gray shapes that remind me of sperm.
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“As much as I would love that, you would be a distraction.”
I feel hurt and frown, then bury my head in my pillow. Jordan, sensing his choice of words, was ill-chosen, tries to correct himself.
“Emma, I don’t mean to say you would be a distraction in a bad way. What I mean is that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate with you so close. I’d want to pay all my attention to you. If I have any chance of spending part of the day and tonight with you, I need to go to the meeting alone. ”
“What should I do today?”
“Anything you like. I can have the limo at your disposal after I’m dropped off. There are plenty of things to do and see in Vancouver or Portland. You could go for a walk by the river. I can give you some money for shopping.”
I look at him in horror, “Jordan, we’re bordering on the high priced whore again.”
“Emma, I told you never to say that again. Ever.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t need you to give me money. I don’t want to be kept.”
“I understand, but I want to treat you. You’re my guest.”
“And you’ve done enough already. The clothes, suitcases, this trip. It’s all too much.”
“I didn’t realize it bothered you.”
“I appreciate it, but you need to stop.”
“Fine. The limo is at your disposal. You can go anywhere you like. I’m hoping to have this deal sewn up by afternoon. I’ll text or call you when I’m on my way. I’d like to take you to dinner tonight. Is that acceptable?”
“It is though I’d like to stay here.”
“We’ll discuss it when I come home. I have to leave. The sooner I get to it, the sooner I can get back to you. Enjoy your day.”
He presses a hard kiss to my lips, and then he’s gone leaving the lingering scent of his cologne. It’s only 6:30 AM, and I decide to go back to sleep. I have the most wonderful dream about Jordan, and I wake feeling horny and naughty. I wish he were here to satisfy me. I could satisfy myself, but I prefer to wait for him. I want to be filled with need by the time he comes home.
It’s later than I wished to sleep. I jump out of bed with the knowledge that I forgot to let Nathaniel know where I was going. He might not even have a clue that I’m gone, and I know he’s angry at me, but I need to let him know. I find the undershirt I wore the night before on the floor and slip it on. I need to locate my purse. It’s sitting on the counter in the kitchen, and I fish out my cell.
I have several messages, and two missed calls from Nate. I feel like shit. I know we haven’t been getting along, but the tone of the texts and the voicemail is anxious.
Nate, I’m out of town for the weekend with Jordan. It was last minute.
I don’t expect an answer because Nathaniel worked the night before. It’s 9:40 AM here, so it’s 12:40 PM in New York. He’s probably been sleeping for several hours. His routine on Saturday mornings is to get in around five, and either fucks the woman he brought home or eat and then sleep. He will probably be in bed for another hour or two before I get an answer.
However, I get one back immediately.
Where the fuck are you? I was worried sick when I came home, and your bed was empty. Why didn’t you tell me?
We aren’t exactly on speaking terms. I thought you wouldn’t care.
Emma, I care more than you know. I’m sorry about our argument. I was ready to call the police. I called Megan, Lexi, and Angie, they said they hadn’t heard from you.
Fuck. My sisters must be freaking out. I don’t do things like this even though they always call me a flake .
What did they say? Were they upset?
They were ready to call the police, too. Don’t ever do this shit again. You better call them because they were going to call your parents.
I will. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be angry with me anymore.
I’m over it. I just want you to be safe. I’m not going to see you when you get back.
What? Why?
A minute later, the phone rings. I’m glad that he called because I want to hear his voice.
“Baby girl, I’m glad you’re alright. My manager, Barry, got the gig in Europe. I’m leaving tomorrow night. My first stop is some clubs in the UK; then it’s onto Spain, Germany, and France. I might also have a few gigs in Italy but nothing concrete. I will be gone until the start of August.”
My heart tugs because I love Nathaniel, and I’m going to miss him desperately.
“I don’t know what to say. I thought we would have some more time before you left,” I sniffle.
“Emma, don’t get all soft on me. I’m going to miss you too. We can talk every day. I’m not going to be gone forever.”
“I know, but I wanted to say goodbye in person, at least.”
“We were both stupid; at least I was. I’m sorry I was such an ass. ”
“Nate, I just want you to live to your potential. I don’t want you to be so self-destructive.”
“I’m trying baby girl. I know you want what’s best for me. It’s bad enough I’m probably going to have to shave my head. I won’t have anyone to do my hair.”
“Geez, Nate! I did it enough that you should know how by now.”
“I’ll figure it out, or maybe I’ll just let it grow until it’s a rocker mess.”
“I won’t recognize you when you get back.”
“Soo, tell me about Mr. Millionaire. Did he finally nail you?”
“You make it sound so dirty.”
“Dirty sex is great. So did he?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it? No details?”
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“The hell you don’t. I’ve been waiting three years to hear some shit about your sex life. Now you’re going to hold out on me?”
“He was good, very good.”
“That’s it? Just good?”
“What do you want me to say? That he was the best I ever had?”
“Was he?”
“Considering the two idiots I slept with before him, yes.”
“What position? Did he pound you?”
“Eww, Nate. I’m not going to tell you that.”
“He did, didn’t he?”
“No, he didn’t. I was on top.”
“Wow, adventurous.”
“He didn’t want to hurt me.”
“Oh? Why would he hurt you?”
“Jordan is big, and he knows it’s been a long time since I had sex.”
“You told him? ”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Did he tell you about the women he’s fucked?”
“He didn’t, but I didn’t ask either.”
“You should. Aren’t you curious?”
“I can find out all I need to know online. He’s dated some famous women.”
“Were you careful?”
“Yes. We used a condom.”
“You should know his sexual history. Has he been tested?”
I bite my lip because I should have asked. Nate understands my silence.
“Baby girl, you should ask. Don’t be afraid. You’re clean because you haven’t been with anyone for years, and you were tested after Leo.”
“I know. I should ask.”
“I need to go, getting a call from Barry. I love you. Have fun, and I’ll talk to you when I get to the UK. Wish me luck.”
“I always do. Take care, Nate. I love you too.”
I hang up, and I wish I had asked Jordan about his history before we had sex. Who knows who he’s been with though he seems careful to me. I’m going to have to ask him when he gets back. I need to know. You can’t be sure of the Hollywood types he’s been with.
I don’t feel like doing anything. I pop open the terrace door that overlooks the Columbia River. It’s hot out, and the sun is shining. A comfortable set of furniture is on the patio, and I decide to spend my day reading and relaxing while taking in the views. I hope Jordan will be home by the afternoon. I text my sisters and Angelica to let them know that I’m fine. They start getting all motherly on me, but I tell them we’ll discuss it later.
I take a quick shower and open my suitcase to see what Svetlana picked out for me. Designer slacks, sleeveless silk blouses, shorts, polo shirts, a cashmere sweater, satin nightgown, two sexy dresses, a pair of black heels, and flip flops are in the case, more than I can wear in a weekend. In the smaller carry all, I find bras, panties, thongs, and personal hygiene items, expensive hand and body cream, cosmetics, and a hairbrush.
It’s warm enough for shorts and a polo shirt. I chose a champagne-colored demi-bra and thong set from the carry-all and slip on a pair of white linen shorts and a dark blue polo shirt. Everything fits perfectly, not a surprise. I decide to keep my feet bare. My phone has several books that I’ve meant to read, and I call up my kindle app. I go out to the terrace and settle on the lounger with my feet tucked under me.
By noon, the terrace is getting hot because the sun is now directly streaming through the iron railings. I’m thirsty, and when I go inside, Jordan is walking through the door, his tie loosened, jacket and briefcase in hand.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hello, doll. Are you enjoying yourself?”
“I am now that you’re home.”
“Unfortunately, I’m only taking a break. I have to go back in an hour. I opted to leave the building so I could see you. My colleagues are still there having lunch brought in.”
“I guess I should be flattered that you came home to see me.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
Jordan tosses his case and jacket onto the couch and sweeps me into his arms and off my feet. He kisses me hungrily like it’s been months since we last saw each other. When he puts me down, I hug him and can feel his erection pressing against my hip.
“Did you come back for a quickie?”
“Not necessarily. I came to see you. That would be a bonus.”
I’m nervous and need to ask the question. I purse my lips, and Jordan looks at me strangely.
“You have something on your mind, don’t you?”
“I need to ask you something. I should have asked you yesterday. ”
He puts me down and sits on the arm of the couch and exhales, “Ask me anything.”
“It can wait until you get back later.”
“Emma, we’re wasting time. Ask me.”
“Have you been tested?”
“For what?”
“STDs.”
He raises an eyebrow, “Have you?”
“Three years ago. I haven’t been with anyone else since then.”
“I was tested after I broke up with my last girlfriend. That would be Natalie Salas.”
“The actress in Deathray?”
“Yes. She and I dated for a few months, but we were incompatible.”
“I just want to be safe.”
“Emma, are you on birth control?”
“Since I was fifteen.”
Another eyebrow raise. “That’s young.”
“Not for sex, silly. I had problems regulating my period. I didn’t have sex until I was almost seventeen.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“We don’t need to use condoms.”
“Maybe when I get to know you.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“Emma, I trust you, but you never know. If you got pregnant…”
“Do you think I would try to trap you? Stop taking my pills on purpose?” I bark.
“You’re reading into it. Please don’t put words in my mouth.”
I’m upset that he would think I would do such a devious thing. Maybe some women would try to trap a rich man so she would be set for life, but I would never. I walk towards the bedroom because I need to get away from him. I feel my eyes sting as tears threaten to brim over my lids .
“Emma. Don’t walk away from me. We’re only having a discussion.”
I hear him following me down the hall, and I whip around, almost bumping into Jordan and knocking myself off balance. He grabs my arms to steady me, and I wrench out of his grip. He once again reaches for me and pulls me against his body, cradling my head against his chest.
“Fuck you, Jordan. How could you think so ill of me? You think I would do something so horrible as to get pregnant on purpose?” I mumble into his shirt.
“No, I know you would never do it on purpose. But things happen. I just want to be sure.”
“Sure of what?”
“Sure, you would be okay if you got pregnant. If an accident happened.”
“An accident won’t happen. I’m careful and take my pills religiously. I’ve been taking them for ten years. I have a schedule.”
“Please don’t be angry with me. I came back here to spend time with you, and it's being wasted by a silly argument.”
He lets me go, and I look up into his blue eyes. I see the plea in them for me to forgive him.
“I’m not angry with you. How was your day so far? Any progress?”
“I have one more sticking point to work through. Once that’s done, contracts will be signed, and I’ll be back here to you. I hope before three.”
Jordan glances at his watch, “Have you eaten today?”
“Not really. I’m not hungry yet.”
“We only had cheese and vegetables last night. You must eat something. The refrigerator is stocked with food. I have tuna and shrimp salad. I even have a container of fruit salad.”
“How do you know I like fruit salad?”
“It was on the bill for Avalon that I signed. ”
“Oh,” I didn’t know he paid for my breakfast. I thought it was included in the amenities for the building.
“Doll, come, sit with me, at least.”
“Why do you call me doll all the time?”
“My father called my mother doll. You remind me of one, flawless skin, beautiful figure, long eyelashes, big green eyes, full lips, and that’s just on the outside. The inside is just as enticing.”
My face heats with embarrassment. Jordan says things to me that no other man has ever said to me before. Even Leo, when he was trying to get in my pants.
“You’re adorable when you blush.”
He sits me at the kitchen counter then takes several containers of food out—tuna salad, fruit salad, hummus, cubed cheese, grape tomatoes, pita chips, and crackers. Jordan is at home in the kitchen and takes out small plates, silverware, and napkins then sits down next to me. He dishes some tuna and cheese on his plate. All of a sudden, I’m hungry, and I take fruit salad with a few pieces of cheese. He smiles at me as he puts a forkful of tuna in his mouth.
“See, I knew you were hungry.”
We chat during our meal, and I tell him that I spoke to Nathaniel. He’s going to Europe for a tour, and I’m sad to see him go.
“So, you’ll be all alone in your apartment for two months?”
“Yes, unless Nate comes back early.”
“You should find a better place. One with a doorman. I’d feel better.”
“I can’t afford that, and I rather like the place I live in. The rent is controlled, and the neighborhood is safe.”
“But what if someone lets in an unsavory person?”
“It’s happened before. I bet it happens in a building with a doorman.”
“Not in my building.”
“Your building is high security. That’s what you pay for. ”
“I pay for more than high security. I just want you to be safe now that Nathaniel is away. Aren’t you afraid to be by yourself?”
“Not at all. I can deal with it. Nate sometimes makes so much noise when he comes home or when he has guests that I’ll be enjoying the silence.”
“You should get a deadbolt, at least.”
“I have one, or didn’t you notice.”
Jordan doesn’t answer me as his cell rings, and he walks away from me. I hear some of his conversation, and it sounds like he has to go back immediately.
“Doll, I’m sorry to interrupt our lunch, but it looks like my attorneys have hammered out the last sticking point with the buyer. I have to go. I’ll hopefully be home within an hour.”
He kisses me on the forehead, tightens his tie, throws on his jacket and grabs his briefcase. In a flash, he’s out the door, leaving me alone again. I’m no longer hungry, so I clean up the dishes and put everything back in the refrigerator. It’s stocked with all kinds of foods as if Jordan was trying to make sure to cover all the bases.
The freezer contains several pints of gelato in flavors like green tea, salted caramel, and maraschino cherry. I haven’t had gelato in ages and will have to remember to ask if I can have some for dessert tonight.
The sun has moved off the spot I was sitting on the terrace, and I head back there to continue reading the book off my phone. The time ticks by, and I expect Jordan back soon, but it doesn’t happen. Two hours pass, and he’s still not home. I stretch out on the overstuffed light blue couch in the living room to take a quick nap. When I wake up, I call out to Jordan and hear nothing back.
A check of my phone tells me it’s after five. I feel sticky, and the large oval garden tub I saw in the bathroom is what I could use. I love taking baths. I head to the bathroom and turn on the water to warm. In a small closet next to the sink, I find some bath beads, vanilla, and pour them into the tub. They immediately start to bubble and fill the air with fragrance .
I quickly get undressed, grab a washcloth, and put my hair up with a clip I have in my purse. When the tub is full, I turn off the water, sit on the edge, and slide inside. It feels so good, and I put my head back against the rounded porcelain. This is the life. I finally hear the front door slam and Jordan’s footsteps as he walks down the hallway.
“Emma, where are you?”
“I’m taking a bath.”
He peeks in seconds later, “Mind if I join you? I haven’t taken one in ages.”
You have these beautiful tubs in your residences, and you’re not using them?
“Sure, plenty of room.”
I’m nervous as I watch him undress in front of me. He slowly removes his clothing, until he’s down to his boxers. His sculpted body has me holding my breath, God, he’s gorgeous. He tosses his clothing into a hidden hamper in the wall then slides his boxers down his legs, stepping out of them.
“Can I sit behind you?”
“Um, huh,” what am I supposed to say? No.
I move forward, and he steps into the water behind me. When he’s in the tub, he pulls me in between his legs and leans me back against his chest.
“Isn’t this nice? Perfect after a rough day.”
“Was it rough? I expected you to be home hours ago.”
“Unexpected issue that couldn’t be helped. Contracts are signed, and you have me until we leave tomorrow afternoon.”
Jordan takes the washcloth in his hand and dunks it into the water. He begins to wash my body, first my arms, then stomach and breasts. Despite the warm water, my nipples immediately harden. He drops the cloth and kisses my neck, massaging my shoulders with his hands. It feels so relaxing.
He makes a descent, and his fingers seek my clit. I’m already sensitive from him, stimulating my body with his touch. He begins to rub, and I turn my head to kiss him. I spread my legs wide, and he flutters his hand to my opening, inserting two fingers while he uses his thumb on my clit. I’ve been craving him all day, and I come within seconds of him penetrating me.
“I love watching you come. It’s so erotic.”
I wasn’t aware that it was anything like that. I screw my face up and hang my mouth open when I do it. Jordan is rock hard, and his cock is pressing against my back. He runs his fingers through my slickness while his other hand pinches and teases my nipples. He moves me up his chest and positions me so that I feel his erection at my entrance.
“Jordan, what are you doing? We need a condom.”
“I want this, and I know you do too. I trust you.”
He moves his hips, and he’s partially inside me, letting me acclimate to the width of him. Jordan waits, then gently thrusts up, and he’s buried deep in me. He feels wonderful even though I’m slightly sore. I don’t want to have sex this way. I want to see his face, and it’s hard with him fucking me from this position. He grabs my ass and begins thrusting inside me.
“No.”
Jordan immediately stops, “Emma, what’s the matter?”
“I don’t want this. Not like this.”
“I’m sorry. We can stop. I should have asked.”
“Jordan, that’s not what I mean. I want to have sex, just not in this position as hot as it is. I want to see your face.”
He lifts me off him, and I drift around, so I’m facing him. I grasp his cock in my hand, pumping it in my fist, then move over him and sink. He grits his teeth and grunts as I take him to his root. I wrap my legs around his back, and we rock together. We’re staring in each other’s eyes, and Jordan strokes my face with his knuckles.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs before he claims my mouth in a bruising kiss. My hands fist in the back of his damp hair. He reaches up and takes the clip out of mine, letting it cascade down my back. His fingers tangle in the strands. I was getting drunk with Jordan; I couldn’t drink him fast enough.
A tormented groan escapes my lips as his hand roams intimately over my breasts, cupping them as I bounce on his lap. My blood is roaring in my ears as we make love. I feel Jordan throbbing inside me, and I squeeze him tight, grinding my hips against his.
My head lolls back, and he kisses the hollow at my throat, running his lips up to my chin. He takes a tender bite of the soft flesh before he catches my swollen bottom lip between his teeth. He is by far the best lover I’ve ever had. His thumbs caress my nipples, and I whimper just before I have the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. I fall apart into a million pieces as I explode.
“Oh, thank God,” he says, and I feel him thrust hard inside me as he comes for what seems like forever.
I lay in his arms, trying to reclaim the breath I lost. Jordan holds me tight against his chest, his still hard cock buried inside me. He kisses the top of my head as I cling to him.
“Doll, that was something else. You’re incredible.”
“I think that’s reserved for you.”
“The water is cooling. Would you like to go to the bedroom?”
“Yes. I’m a little chilled.”
He untangles his arms from me, moving, so his still semi-hard erection slides out then stands to grab a towel off the rack. He wraps it around his waist, steps from the tub, and holds one out for me, bundling it around my body. We dry each other, rubbing our hair. Jordan places the towels on the counter and scoops me up in his arms, carrying me to his bed.
He puts me down and peels back the covers, gently prodding me in. He follows, pulling the sheet over our naked, damp bodies.
“Emma, it’s a first with you.”
“What is?”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom. I’ve also never taken a bath with a woman. ”
“Why me?”
“I told you, you’re under my skin. I can’t get you out of my head.”
“I’ve never taken a bath with a man, so it’s a first for me too.”
“But you’ve had sex without a condom?”
“No. This is the first time.”
“So it’s a round of firsts for both of us. I like you very much, Emma Stanford. Thank you for coming here with me.”
“Thank you for inviting me. Oh, I’ve also never flown in a private plane.”
“I can’t say that this is my first time for that.”