12. Michelle
12
MICHELLE
O h, my God. Jordan is shucking my clothing and I’m allowing it to happen. I want it to happen. I need him to see me naked and to make me feel incredible, which I just know he will. This chemistry between us is something else, and I know it’ll be phenomenal. I don’t know how the hell I managed to run away last time. This pull is powerful, it’s mind-blowing.
My head lolls to one side as the desire grips me hard, and Jordan immediately takes advantage of the exposed skin of my throat and collarbone. He sucks and licks the hypersensitive, tingly skin, tasting parts of me that I didn’t even know would send me insane. I gasp and pant with desire, waiting for those gorgeous lips of his to travel downward, all over me…
“Wow, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he finally manages to whip my top off to see what I have underneath. This comfy bra I’m wearing might be nothing like the sexy, skimpy stuff I came into the country with, but the effect it has on Jordan might as well be the same. He has his eyes on my breasts like they’re the hottest things on the planet. “Michelle, you’re stunning.”
I shoot him a cheeky wink as I reach behind my back to unhook my bra. His gaze becomes hooded with desire as the material falls away and flutters to the floor. He looks like he’s in absolute heaven, which only intensifies the butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I like having this much of an impact on him. It makes me feel sexy as all hell. Like a goddess.
“You like what you see?” I shimmy to draw his attention to my nipples. “You want to have a taste of me?”
My God, where did this sex kitten come from? Jordan has pulled it out of me and I love it. This is so natural, so much fun, I want to go along with that further. So, I grab the back of his head and pull him toward me until that hot mouth of his explores my breasts. He tugs and teases my beaded rock-hard nipples until I can hardly stand it any longer. My head is spinning with a dizzy desire that threatens to unravel me and tear me apart. If he’s already got me this fired up, then what the hell will it be like when he’s inside me? Deep inside me, making me feel phenomenal? Because my God, I just know it’s going to be off the scale. Since I’ve never had a man make me feel as good as I can myself, I don’t know how it’ll be when that changes.
I get so focused in on what Jordan’s doing to my breasts that I barely notice his fingers slipping down my body until he’s at the waistband of my panties. As he drags his finger along the top of it, never quite dipping in, he drives me insane.
“Are you teasing me?” I growl while nibbling sexily on his bottom lip. “I don’t know if I can stand that. I want you.”
“Ooh, you’re bold, aren’t you?” he rasps, clearly loving every second of it. “I like that. Tell me what you want.”
“You.” I grab his head and push him downward. This definitely isn’t how I would normally behave, but it’s fun. I like being this powerful goddess, this demanding diva. It’s awesome. “I want you, Jordan Miller. You are my husband, after all. Sort of.”
Those words are a reminder of what we’re really doing here and why this is oh, so wrong, but neither of us cares. We’re together now, in this incredible place where it feels phenomenally right, so who the hell cares what brought us together? My life has been all upside-down, anyway. Nothing has been right, so why not just go with the flow and see where this could lead?
Not that I could stop this now, even if I thought it a bad idea. I want him far too badly for that.
He falls to his knees in front of the chair I’m sitting on and starts tugging my trousers down. I raise my ass up just a little, just to give him the room to take them and my panties off too, before I crash back down onto the ice-cold chair.
“Ooh,” I squeal with excitement. I almost leap back up again, but Jordan doesn’t give me the chance. He gabs onto my ass and pulls me to the edge of the seat where he can really breathe me in. A small nudge is all that it takes to have my thighs spread wide for him, giving him everything that he needs from me. “Oh, my goodness, Jordan, what are you doing to me?”
His eyes lock on mine, and I get struck with that powerful magnetic sensation once more. I couldn’t drag my gaze away from his sparkling blues even if I wanted to, which luckily, I definitely don’t. I could watch him forever, especially when his eyes glaze over with serious passion right at the moment he plunges his eager fingers deep within me. This time, the scream that comes from me has nothing to do with the temperature of the furniture or the room and everything to do with him.
“Fuck,” I gasp as the dizziness makes it challenging for me to see anything. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good, Jordan.”
His hot breath tickles along my soaking wet slit, making everything tighten up inside me. I try to grab onto Jordan to give me something to connect to, but I can’t quite reach him so I curl my fingers around the edge of the chair instead. The pleasure is so much, it’s so intense that my knuckles turn white. He’s edging his head ever so slowly closer to where I’m pulsing and crying out for him, and I can’t wait. His tongue is stretching, brushing lightly against my clit, giving me a taste of what’s to come.
“Oh, shit.” The tiny flicker of his tongue really is just a teaser. The next time he connects with my clit, he’s like a madman on a mission. The patterns he traces over me are absolutely insane. Any control that I have over my body simply melts away. Jordan has all of me right now. His fingers focus on spearing me and massaging my insides while his mouth takes my clit on a wild ride. Jordan Miller is doing everything that he can to coax the orgasm from me, and I’m powerless to resist. “Jordan, Oh, wow.”
I don’t want him to stop. For a little while, I hold his head tightly to keep him in place, but all of a sudden, as my body tenses up and the hot bliss fizzes in my veins, I yank him back. It hits me hard that I need him, all of him, and if I lose myself already, then it might be too intense for him to be inside me too. I want him to fuck me, to fill me up, and I need that now.
“Come here,” I whisper breathlessly as I tug him from the ground and his lips collide with mine. I can taste myself on his mouth, which only makes it even sexier. I can’t get enough. “I need you, Jordan. I want you now. Give me everything.”
He pulls back just enough to grab a condom. I snatch it from him and tear the packet open with my teeth, wanting to be flirty. Jordan rips his own clothing off as I do so. He wants to be naked, and fucking hell, I need him nude too. I haven’t seen him without clothing before, and I seriously need to. Jordan Miller is something special in clothing, but I bet that body he has underneath is on another level. I suck in a tense breath and wait to see every inch of him.
Oh, my God. I’m speechless. I really don’t know what to say. Jordan doesn’t just look like a military man, but more the sort that should be in a freaking calendar or something. I can’t believe he’s standing here in front of me. He’s a fucking dream.
Before he disappears into thin air, because I’m a little bit afraid that he might just be a figment of my imagination or a dream, I yank him toward me and take his cock in my hands. Holy hell . He’s rock-hard and absolutely massive. I don’t know how I’m going to handle him, but as I stroke my fingers up and down his length, I’m fucking excited to find out.
Eventually, I roll the condom over him, the anticipation clinging to me tightly. My pulse pounds, my stomach flip-flops, I’m trembling with need, and I just know that if I don’t have him inside me in a moment, I’ll die.
“I need you,” I remind him in a hoarse whisper, which is kinda sexy. “I want you, Jordan. Please, give me everything.”
“Are you sure?” He angles his newly sheathed cock at my entrance, teasing me some more. I don’t know how much more I can take. I get it, but we’ve been holding this off for far too long. I need this right now. “You want me, Michelle?”
“Just fuck me, Jordan.” I toss my head back in desire. I actually loved the way my name rolled off his lips just then. It was seductive as hell, a bit like a prayer, and I want more of it. But right now, I want him . All of him. I need him. “Take me.”
He lifts me from the chair and slams me back against the wall before plunging into me and making me scream with delight. Each and every thrust sends me spinning over the edge. He ignites the parts of me he had on fire only moments before, and it’s not long before I can feel the pressure of pleasure building up within me, stiffening me, shattering through my organs.
“Oh, Jordan,” I scream out as the waves keep rolling endlessly over me. “Jordan, oh, my God.”
I’ve never felt anything like this. The orgasm is wild, it’s intense, it’s overwhelming. Every part of my body flames because of him. The hot bliss circles through every inch of me, curling my toes and vibrating in my chest. Holy shit, this just had to happen, didn’t it? There was no way that we could resist one another forever. Not when it’s this good to connect.
Neither of us knows where this is going to lead, where this could go, but when it feels this good, who cares? The future doesn’t matter at the moment. I’m more than happy to live in the present and to enjoy it for what it is.
“Come to bed with me,” I gasp out as we swim in the post-orgasmic bliss together. “Sleep with me again.”
“You want me in your bed?” Jordan waggles his eyebrows playfully at me. “You don’t want me on the couch?”
I lean in and kiss him some more. “If you’re sleeping on the couch, then I’ll be there with you.”
But this time, I don’t need Jordan lying next to me to keep the nightmares away. I want him in my arms because I like him. I like the energy that he gives me and the way he makes me feel. And since the future isn’t guaranteed, I want to make the most of what we have right now. I want to kiss him and hold him all night long, without worrying about what will come next.
“Okay, I’ll come to bed with you.” He chuckles. “That sounds nice, Michelle.”