Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

Jordan

She is. She's the most perfect woman I've ever laid eyes on, and any man who passed up a chance to be with her was a fool. But it's by design that they missed their opportunity, because now she's mine and they'll never have another chance for her attention. It's all for me.

"I can't hold back much longer, Jay," I say, kissing her softly.

"I know." She rubs my chest before she gathers my shirt and pulls it off me.

I push hers up, needing her skin against mine. It's been so long since we've had contact like this, and I'm starved.

At night when we would come to bed, she insisted on wearing one of my shirts and a pair of shorts. She knew if she was naked, there was no way I'd keep off of her, and it's been torture ever since.

The feel of her bare stomach against mine is so fucking erotic I almost come in my shorts. I can't control myself as I pull down the cups of her bra, revealing her breasts so that I can press them to my chest.

"Fuck, I've missed your nipples on me," I moan, and I hear her laugh.

I rub my upper half against hers, needing the contact. I should take the time to remove her clothes, but I've got a one-track mind right now. She wiggles under me, and then more skin is exposed. I look down and see she's gotten her shorts and her shirt off, but her bra is still pulled down below her tits.

"Get your cock out." Her face is serious now, and I see that her need has risen as high as mine.

"Yes, ma'am," I grunt as I reach down and unzip my shorts.

I don't have them halfway off my ass before I'm seeking her wet heat and thrusting home.

"Oh God," we both moan at the same time.

"It's better than I remembered," I say, and she pulses around me. I know it's only been a week, but it's felt like an eternity. "I can't last."

My words are choked as I hold myself still, trying desperately to think of baseball and horror movies. Nothing is working, though. The image of Jay under me, legs spread, filled with my cock, is too much. I make the mistake of glancing down at where we're joined, and I groan in agony.

"Fuck, that's so hot. Seeing you take all of me."

"Move, Jordan, please," she begs and presses her chest up as she squeezes her eyes tight.

She's aching for me to make love to her. Her body needs it, and I'll be damned if I don't give her what she needs.

"Grab my shoulders, little bird."

She does as I say, and I slide one arm under her lower back, lifting her hips. The other hand goes to her hip and grips her hard as I start to thrust.

"I'm going to come, but I'm not going to stop," I say through gritted teeth.

Her eyes lock with mine, and she clenches around me. She gets so turned on when I release inside her, and seeing her turned on is a drug for me.

I use her body to give her what she wants, and I feel my orgasm rush out of me. Warmth spreads between us, but I don't stop thrusting. She looks down at where we're connected and licks her lips, and I swear I pulse more come into her at the sight.

Holding her hips just right, I make sure that her clit is being rubbed every time I enter her. The feeling of her warm channel coated in my seed is enough to bring me back to the edge in seconds. She's gripping me tight and begging for just a little more as I see she's approaching the edge.

I keep my thrusts hard and steady as her nails dig into me. "Jordan!" she cries out as her body locks up, but I don't stop my rhythm.

I ride her hard as the pleasure washes over her. I can see the peaks, and when she gasps for air, I make sure another is there waiting on her. Her orgasm goes on and on, and I come with her, too. But my release does nothing to soften my cock, and I use the thick, hard length to give her endless paradise.

When her arms fall to the bed and her eyes are almost closed, I kiss her softly and slip free, moving to her side.

"More," she mumbles sleepily and smiles as I kiss her neck.

I bury my face in her hair, smelling her sweetness and running my hands over her lush curves. "Rest, little bird. I've got more waiting when you wake up."

She mumbles something about doing it while she sleeps, and it makes me laugh. She's so cute when she's drunk on love.

"Just a quick nap. Then I'm waking you up," I say, and she nods in agreement.

She's snoring before she gets the second nod, and I kiss her forehead.

I've got a plan for later on today, and it would help if she's completely exhausted. I'll give her ten minutes to sleep, then I'm getting more of what I've been missing. As soon as she's unable to walk, I've got a few things I need to take care of.