28. Michelle
28
MICHELLE
T he kiss deepens and my heart begins to pound. All of a sudden, the atmosphere amps up about ten levels as Jordan’s hands hook around my waist, resting just above my ass, making me wish that his fingers would edge that little bit lower down. I know we’re out in public, in the middle of a field, but it doesn’t really feel that way. There’s never anyone around. Being here is like living on my own little island, so why can’t the passion grip onto us? Why can’t we have fun and celebrate the good news that we’ve had today? Sure, not everything has worked out exactly as I would want it to, but it’s positive. It’s good.
“Mmm, you’re being a bit cheeky now, aren’t you?” he mutters as I nibble on his lower lip. “I like this side of you.”
“Well, I thought that you and I could have some fun.” I shoot him a wink. “Since we’re in our own little world here.”
He glances around, confirming what I already knew, that there isn’t anyone around. As soon as he spots this, a dirty twinkle glints in his eyes, and I know that he’s in. I hook my hand around the back of his neck and drag him back to me so we can kiss some more. This time, as his tongue snakes between my lips, fireworks explode because I know it’s headed somewhere. Somewhere electric. I tug him and pull him back with me until I hit a tree behind me, which is what I’m aiming for. Although I’m expecting this to happen, it still knocks the wind right out of me. I’m left breathless and gasping, needy for more.
“Are you okay?” Jordan asks me in between kisses, but what I love best about this is the fact that he can’t bear to be separated from me long enough to really check in on me. He’s on fire and I love it. “You’re not hurt?”
“I’m fine.” My head lolls to the side as desire grips me. Jordan’s mouth travels down my throat and over my collarbone. Electrical bolts of desire rocket all the way through me as he does. “Better than fine, actually. I’m incredible.”
His fingers edge the underneath of my skirt and slowly upward to where I’m throbbing for him, aching to be touched. I’m not messing around. I need him now, so I press my foot to the trunk of the tree and part my thighs for him. Jordan’s gorgeously velvety fingers massage me on the outside of my panties, brushing the lace over my already hypersensitive clit until it’s buzzing so ferociously I can’t take it anymore. I arch my back and roll my hips toward him while begging him for more.
“Oh, shit.” The lace is tugged to one side in a heartbeat. The fingers I ache for plunge inside me. Jordan explores me deeply until I have absolutely no control over the sounds rumbling in my throat. I’m a fucking mess already, and I need more.
“Fuck, Jordan.” I grab him and kiss him hard, allowing my deep passion to shine through as he brushes his thumb over my clit with every single thrust of his hand. The heat of the sunshine, combined with all the nature surrounding us, constantly reminds us that this is taboo and risky. Even if we have very little chance of really getting caught, it intensifies everything. The sensations currently careering through my body are as powerful as a storm cloud, dragging me deep into pleasure.
I can’t stop it from coming. There’s no way I can stop the orgasm from gripping on to me and driving me insane. It hits me hard and fast. It slams into me from every angle and leaves me screaming and breathless all at once. It’s a tsunami of burning hot bliss which I want to keep rolling over me in waves forever. I’m seeing fucking stars, it feels so good…
“Jordan, oh, my God.” I grab onto him as the pleasure stops fizzing quite so powerfully. At the moment, I can grip onto my thoughts for long enough to take control. I delight in holding his thick, muscular shoulders in my hands and spinning him back to push him up against the tree. His eyes pop open in surprise, but he doesn’t fight this. He knows he’ll like what’s next…
“Michelle, you really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs with his gaze half-lidded and his hands knotting themselves up in my hair. “I thought that from the very first time I laid eyes on you, that you are a goddess.”
“But you didn’t like me then,” I remind him as I playfully nip the exposed skin on his throat. “Don’t you remember?”
“I didn’t have to like you or trust you to think that you were mind-blowingly sexy. The danger came when I realized that you were a nice person too. That’s when I was hopeless for you and I began to fall in love with you.”
Love . A part of me can’t believe that it’s taken us this long to get our feelings out there, but another bit of me is shocked that the moment is upon us. I love him and he loves me. What a crazy outcome from all of this.
With a playful smile on my lips and my eyes locked on his, I drop to my knees in front of him. Jordan gasps and mutters something, but I’m far too caught up in the moment to pick any of his words up. Not that it matters. I can get the gist of it. He wants me badly, nearly as much as I need him, and he can’t wait to be inside me. I know Jordan well enough now to know exactly what he’s thinking without his having to say a damn thing. Especially when it comes to our sex life.
I take my time unzipping his trousers, teasing him by running my fingers along his thick, throbbing cock. The moans of pleasure rocket from him. It seems like Jordan is on the edge already, which only thrills me even more. His eyes fix intently on me as I slide his trousers down ever so slightly and drag his erection from its material prison. He’s no longer concerned whether anyone is out there looking in on us. He’s centered in on me and what’s going to happen next.
Slowly, delicately, I stroke his length, watching intently as his face contorts in pleasure. Every pump of my fist excites him, as does my breath tickling him the nearer I move my head. Any minute now, my lips will connect with him in the way that I just know he loves, and Jordan can barely stand it. There’s a deep tremor racing through his body already. He’s on fire.
“Oh, Michelle,” he grunts as I finally grace him with a little kiss. Just a tiny one at his tip, but I make sure to dart my tongue out to set the flames blazing. “Fucking hell, Michelle, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
I kiss some more, up and down his length, every so often darting out my tongue to lick over him. As always, he tastes fucking delicious. Masculine, sweet, salty, like the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. As much as I continually want to tease him, I need to taste more. I yearn to have him deep within my lips, fucking my throat, so I part my lips and take him all the way in.
“Oh, fuck,” Jordan groans as his thighs stiffen with bliss. I’m pretty sure his toes are curling already. “Oh, my God, Michelle.”
I bob my head up and down, swirling my tongue around him as I do, delighting in every scrap of him that I can taste. He moans and grunts, and there are times when he calls out my name over and over again, which only causes more of a burning between my thighs. He might have already sated me, but it isn’t enough. It’s never enough with Jordan. He basically turns me into an animal. No matter what he gives me, I always need so much more, and that’s the same right here.
“I need you,” I gasp as I yank my mouth away from him. Jordan is bleary-eyed and clearly shocked, which makes me feel bad. He was probably close to the edge then, and I fucked things up, but I can’t help myself. I need him right now. “Fuck me, Jordan.”
Thankfully, he’s a well-trained man who doesn’t need to be asked twice. He positions me facing up against the tree so I can splay my palms over it and use it as something to grip onto if I need to while he stands behind me and shoves my panties to one side once more so I can feel him teasing my entrance. He wants me, but he loves driving me insane first.
I slam back against him, taking him all the way inside, and straight away, I find myself yelling with pleasure all over again. Each thrust is more powerful and overwhelming than the last one, which has us both screaming out with bliss in moments. My knees knock together, and it’s damn near impossible to keep myself up this time around, the orgasm is so intense, but somehow, I just about manage it and I’m quite convinced it might have something to do with that special L word floating around today.
He loves me, I tell myself excitedly as we crash to the grass in a heap, spent and exhausted but happy too. Jordan Miller loves me and I love him too. Once upon a time, he pretended to be my husband. One day, he might be for real…
“It really is pretty beautiful here, isn’t it?” Jordan muses once he gets his breath back to talk. “I would love to live here.”
I turn to face him, relishing in cuddling up beside him and knowing that he’s mine. “What about your life in the city, though?”
“Well, I don’t exactly have a home there anymore, do I?” he teases, even though he knows I hate that he went that far for me. It makes me nervous to know that he gave up so much. “And I already told you I wouldn’t do the job if I had someone I loved…”
I pull my head up to stare at him because I really need to know what he means here. “So, what are you saying?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “I’m saying we can do whatever you want to from here. We can go and be wherever you want after all of this is over. You probably don’t want to be back there with all of those bad memories, anyway, so why don’t we start again somewhere? Build a new life together where it can just be me and you, and no one will know where to look for us?”
I have to admit that the idea of hiding away somewhere in America is all too appealing for me. Even with Alexander and the others gone, I’ll never know if it’s really over until I’m somewhere I can feel safe. Jordan is so wonderful that he’s willing to come with me. Of course he is since he’s the best person I’ve ever met in my life.
“So, we’re going to have an adventure?” I ask him excitedly. “Me and you against the world?”
“I love the sound of that, don’t you? Who knows what will happen? But we can guarantee that it’s going to be better than what we’ve been through before. Without anyone after us, we can live out whatever dream we want.”
Well, now my brain is spinning with excitement and ideas are coming to me hard and fast. How perfect does that sound? It’s even better than the American dream which I came here to chase. It’s everything to me.