“You are so gorgeous, all spread out for me,” Jordan murmurs, leaning down and planting a hand by my head. He runs his other hand over my throat and between my breasts, letting it rest low on my belly as he dips his head and kisses me, slow and deep. He licks along my bottom lip, and I open for him, tangling our tongues together as I run my hands up and down his sides. I love the feel of all that warm, smooth skin under my palms, the way his muscles quiver, and his low moan when I glide my nails over his abs, lifting up to take the kiss deeper.
“You need to be so much more naked,” I whisper against his mouth, grazing my teeth over his lower lip.
“Oh, yeah?” he says, drifting his lips over my jaw and down my neck, dragging his hand down to swipe a finger through my slit, using my arousal to circle my clit and laughing low when I gasp. “You want to see all of me, Hurricane?”
“So much,” I murmur, gliding my hands down his back, my fingers sliding along the waistband of his shorts. “Let me see you, Jordan. Show me what’s mine.”
His eyes cloud with emotion at the wordmine,and he keeps his gaze on me as he stands and pushes down his shorts and briefs at the same time, his cock springing out, long and hard, a drop of precum seeping from his slit.
“Yours,” he says roughly, standing naked and exposed before me. “Every single part of me is yours, Hurricane. Here in this room and everywhere else. Tonight and always. Yours,” he says again, asking me without words to understand his meaning. And I do.
It’s a simple statement that’s anything but simple. This beautiful man who has been through hell and come out the other side bared in front of me with his heart in his hands and love in his eyes, giving me every part of himself, trusting me to love him well.
And I do. I will.
Pushing up from the bed, I stand in front of him, cupping his face in my hands. “Mine,” I say softly, keeping my eyes on his and running my thumbs over his cheeks. “And I’m yours. Always, J. Forever.”
Jordan’s exhale sounds like relief as he sweeps me up into his arms, pressing his lips to mine in a dizzying kiss. I wrap my arms and legs around him, clinging to him as he clings to me, bodies pressed together and lips moving in sync, his tongue dipping into my mouth to taste and tease, and he walks towards the bed, laying me down and covering my body with his.
“I need to be inside you,” he says, his voice a plea as he grinds down, sliding his cock through my slit, coating himself in my arousal. “Fuck, Jo. Right now.”
“Yes!” I gasp as the head of his cock nudges my clit, sparks of pleasure shooting through me. “Please, J. Do it.”
Jordan hooks an arm under my knee and opens me wide, pushing inside me slowly, our lips brushing, moans mingling, reveling in this moment of joining. This isn’t the first time we’ve done this, but as he bottoms out inside me, eyes locked on mine, whispering “I love you” over and over again into the space between us, it feels brand new.
“You feel so good wrapped around me,” he rasps, grinding deep inside me, his hips pressed tightly to mine. “Squeezing me so tightly. Taking me so well. So perfectly. You were made for me, Hurricane.”
“Move, J,” I moan out, pressing my lips to his shoulder and wrapping my legs around him. “I need you to move. Please.”
Jordan’s eyes are dark pools of blue, his hair falling onto his forehead as he pulls out and thrusts back in, angling his hips to hit me exactly where I need him, filling me so full that we groan together. Jordan drops his mouth to mine, kissing me as he moves in slow, steady strokes that have electricity buzzing in my limbs, my body aching, reaching for a release I try desperately to stave off, wanting this to last as long as possible.
“Don’t hold back, Jo,” Jordan murmurs against my mouth as his strokes speed up. “I can feel how tight you’re clenching around me. How close you are. Come for me, Hurricane. Let me give you everything you need.”
As if I have a choice. Jordan dips his head down and sucks on my pulse, deepening his thrusts and I come hard, my orgasm rolling through me as I cry out and tighten my legs around him, riding the waves of pleasure as they pummel me, hard and fast.
“Fuck yes,” Jordan mutters, locking an arm around me and rolling us so I’m on top of him, his hands gripping my hips and his eyes locked on mine. “You are gorgeous, so perfect, sitting on my cock like you own it. I loved feeling you come around me, and I’m going to feel it one more time before we come together. Can you do that for me, Hurricane?”
“Two more?” I gasp out as he rolls his hips, making me feel every inch of him, my entire body lighting up as if I didn’t just have the best orgasm of my life thirty seconds ago.
“You bet.” He smirks, sliding one hand up to roll my nipple between his fingers and the other hand down to thumb at my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, my hips rocking involuntarily. I’ve never come this many times before, but nothing with Jordan follows any kind of rules. “Game fucking on.”
“That’s my girl.” Jordan grins at me, and it’s the best kind of whiplash, the way we go from intense to playful and back again. It’s so perfect, so us. I could ruminate on it forever except then Jordan rolls his thumb over my clit and thrusts up into me and I drop my head back, a moan ripping from my throat as I rock my hips over him. Lust and pleasure tangle together low in my belly as I lift up and slam back down, grinding over him as his fingers toy with my nipple and his thumb makes wicked circles on my clit, playing my body like a damn instrument.
“I’m so close,” I cry out, clenching around him, my entire body a spring coiled tight, ready to explode.
“Come for me, Jo Jo. Choke my dick,” Jordan grunts out, his hips pistoning up, hitting me exactly where I need him. He pinches my nipple and increases the pressure on my clit, and I come like a supernova, spots dotting my vision as my orgasm slams into me.
“Holy shit,” I groan, the pleasure so intense that sweat beads on the back of my neck and my entire body shakes, threatening to collapse right on top of Jordan. But then he’s there, sitting up, rock hard cock still buried inside me, guiding my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He wraps an arm around my back and the other around my neck, staring up at me, face full of lust and desire and a love so deep it steals my breath even as pleasure still rolls through me.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, grazing his lips over my forehead and cheeks as he rocks his hips, thrusting up into me slowly. I gasp as he hits my over-sensitive clit, absolutely sure that any more pleasure will literally kill me. Except Jordan moves so slowly under me, so reverently, giving me exactly what I need to be here with him right now.
“You’re everything, Jo,” he whispers, rolling his hips up as he strokes a hand up and down my back. “Everything I never thought I would get to have. And you’re right here, and I’m so fucking lucky that I get to have this. Have you. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
Entirely undone and without words, I bring my lips to his, pouring every bit of love I feel for him into the kiss as we move together. We’re all rolling hips and exploring hands and faces wet with tears. We’re bound together, moving in sync, soaked in love and pleasure and hope and anticipation for a future that stretches in front of us, bright with possibility.
Jordan gasps as his hips start to lose their rhythm. “I need…I can’t…fuck,” he grits out, his arms tightening around me as I feel his cock swell, getting impossibly harder inside me, and his muscles tremble as our bodies turn slick with sweat.
