Chapter 22
JORDAN
“That movie never gets old,” Ginger says. She sits up, stretching her arms over her head. The new position pulls her sweater tight against her tits, and my mood instantly shifts from I’m happy cuddling with my girlfriend to I really want my face buried between her legs.
“Come here.” I reach a hand around her back, tugging her closer. “You’re too far away.”
Her full, pink lips hint at a smile. “You want me close?”
“You can’t be close enough.” My lips crash down on hers, smothering any words we might want to say.
And now I can’t think about anything beyond how incredible she feels in my arms. My hands roam over her delicious curves, mapping out every delectable inch, then slide down to cup her ass and lift her up with me as I stand.
Her legs wrap around my hips as I carry her to my room.
Our mouths remain pressed together, even when I lower her to the mattress and settle on top of her.
Ginger’s hands slip under the bottom of my flannel, then burrow under the hem of my t-shirt, trailing over my bare skin.
Having her hands on any part of me makes it difficult to think clearly, but if she’s gonna touch me, I’ll make it easy for both of us.
Rising to my knees, I undo the buttons and yank off the flannel.
I tug the t-shirt over my head and pull her into a sitting position.
“This needs to come off,” I say, carefully removing her sweater. She reaches behind her back, undoes her bra, then yanks the lacy item free.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of her pebbled nipples.
I want them in my mouth so badly. “Jesus, look at you,” I say, my voice filled with awe.
“You’re even more perfect than I remembered.
” I pluck open the button on her pants, then tug the zipper down.
My fingers hook into both sides, tugging the garment down her legs, which removes her socks at the same time.
I toss everything aside and stare at the juncture of her thighs.
The tiny lace underwear she’s wearing may be see-through and leaves nothing to the imagination, but I can’t remove them fast enough.
The tiny strings on the sides easily snap when I tug at them.
Her eyes widen. “I bought these for you.”
“You look sexy as fuck in them, but nothing is better than you naked.” I yank the material free. “Christ. Are you trying to kill me?” I ask. Last time we were together she wasn’t completely shaved like she is now.
“You like?”
Pressing my palms to the inside of her legs, I spread her thighs wider and lick my lips.
“I love seeing every bit of this pretty, pink pussy.” I drag a finger down to her slick entrance and back up again, spreading her wetness over her clit.
Taking my time, I rub maddeningly slow circles around the sensitive bundle.
“Yes… more,” she moans.
Lowering down to my chest, I bury my face in her pussy.
Tensing my tongue, I delve the tip inside her entrance and let out a throaty groan.
Her taste is intoxicating, addictive in a way that makes me crave more with each stroke of my tongue.
I lap at her wetness, savoring how she quivers against my mouth.
Her thighs trembling on either side of my head, and the soft moans spilling from her lips urge me on.
Gripping her hips firmly, I anchor her in place and work my tongue against her clit. Her back arches off the mattress, assuring me that I’m hitting all the right spots.
“Oh God,” she gasps, fingers threading through my hair.
I hum against the bundle of nerves, the vibration making her jerk beneath me. Hooking two fingers inside her, I rub her G-spot while my tongue alternates between sharp flicks and a swirling motion.
She clutches my head, her moans turning to begging. “Please. Please. Please.”
I increase the tempo of my tongue and fingers, driving her higher until she begins trembling.
She cries out as her orgasm hits, and I don’t stop.
I keep my mouth on her, my fingers moving inside, working her through the waves of pleasure.
Her hands tug on my hair, pulling just enough to cause sparks of pain.
Only when her shaking subsides do I ease back, placing gentle kisses on her inner thighs. Her chest heaves with rapid breaths, and her skin is flushed. I crawl up her body, enjoying the dazed look in her eyes.
“That was…” She trails off, still catching her breath.
“Only the beginning,” I finish, lowering down to capture her lips.
She moans, no doubt tasting herself on my tongue. Her hands slide down my body, nails lightly scratching across my skin until her fingers dart under the waistband on my jeans, teasing me.
“My turn,” she whispers, pushing against my chest until I roll onto my back. She undoes the button and zipper, working the denim and my boxer briefs down my legs. I kick them free while she pulls my socks off. The hungry look in her eyes when she sees my cock, sends heat coursing through me.
“See something you like?” I ask, my voice gritty with desire.
Instead of answering, she wraps her fingers around my length, giving a slow stroke that makes me hiss through my teeth. Her touch feels incredible.
“Tell me what you want,” she says, leaning down to wrap her lips around the head of my cock.
The sudden wet heat makes me groan, and my hands find their way to her hair, threading through the silken strands.
She takes me deeper, her tongue swirling around the head each time she rises, keeping a rhythm that has my hips jerking.
“Fuck,” I breathe, watching her cheeks hollow with suction. Her talented mouth threatens to push me over the edge too quickly, so I tug gently at her hair. She releases me with a wet pop, a mischievous smile playing at her lips. “Too much?”
“Just right. But I need to be inside you, and I can’t wait any longer.” I flip our positions, pinning her beneath me. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer as I reach between us to line myself up with her entrance. I pause, searching her eyes. “You sure?”
She nods, lifting her hips to press against me. “I want you. Now.”
I push forward slowly, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. Her lips part, eyes fluttering closed as I sink to the hilt. Her tight, warm pussy is almost too much to bear. I hold still, giving her a moment to adjust. “Fuck. You feel amazing,” I whisper against her neck.
She rolls her hips, testing my reaction.
Groaning, I grip her hips as I begin moving within her.
The first thrust drives a breathy sound from her lips.
I feel her nails digging into my arms as I begin to move steadily.
The sight of her with parted lips, eyes half closed in pleasure, breasts bouncing with each thrust, is surreal. How did I get this fucking lucky?
“Harder,” she husks.
I comply, pushing my hips forward with more force, and angling to hit her G-spot. Her legs tighten around me, heels digging into my lower back, urging me deeper. Each thrust drives me closer to the orgasm I’ve been holding off since I first sank inside her.
I slip a hand between us, finding her clit and circling it with my thumb. “Come for me again. I want to feel you.”
Her back arches and her body tenses beneath me. I can feel her inner walls tightening around me, and the pulsing sensation drives me wild.
I maintain pressure on her clit while thrusting deeper. “Let go for me.”
She comes with a cry that sounds like my name.
Her entire body shudders as orgasmic waves crash through her.
The sight of her coming undone, combined with the rhythmic clenching around my cock, pushes me over the edge.
My hips jerk erratically and pleasure courses through me like electricity as I release inside her.
For a moment, we remain locked together, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. I brace myself on my forearms and press a soft kiss to her lips. “That was mind blowing.”
Watching me through slitted eyes, she smiles. “It was. I hate thinking about you with other women, but at least the experience you gained was worth it.”
I cover her mouth with my hand. “You can’t talk about other women when my cock’s barely left your pussy.” She nods, and my hand slides free. “As far as I’m concerned, there’s no one but you. I’ve never experienced anything like what we just shared.”
“Me either.”
I drop my head and wrap my lips around a nipple, caressing it with my tongue. Then I move over to the other side, giving it equal attention.
“Again?” she asks, her eyebrows climbing high on her forehead.
I shake my head. “Not yet. But I was so eager to get my mouth between your legs, I forgot about everything else. And I definitely don’t want to neglect any of your parts.”
“There’s always next time,” she says.
I press a kiss to her lips. “You’re right. But in case you don’t feel the same, you should know, I’m planning on making love to my girlfriend an endless number of times.”
She reaches a hand up to caress my cheek, and smiles warmly. “You should know, your girlfriend loves that plan.”