Page 90 of The Price of Forever

“Ranger is watching.”

I elbowed the cat—gently, of course—and he rumbled low, wandering across the living room to find a new resting spot.

“Nope. Still no wood.” I nuzzled her face, dragging my lips across her cheek. I could feel the bud of her clit through the workout shorts and I pressed my middle finger back and forth across it. She inhaled sharply, her entire body jerking.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t check more?” Her voice sounded strained now, her nipples hardened to tight points beneath her sports bra. My free hand wandered up to cup a breast as she allowed her legs to splay open wider.

“I’ll check as long as you need or want.” I kissed the side of her cheek. “And tell me if you need me to stop. This is about you, Jordan. You call the shots.”

She nodded emphatically. “Okay. Yes.”

“I’m not going to do a single thing you don’t want or ask for.”

A shuddery breath slid out of her. “I like this game.”

I chuckled low, dragging my tongue against her earlobe as I pushed my fingertips across her clit again. “I assure you, this is no game.”

She whimpered as I rubbed circles around her clit, close enough to tease, but not close enough to give her what she really wanted. She bucked her hips, urging more from me, but I wanted to move slow. I didn’t intend to spook her again.

“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked.

She nodded vehemently.

“Say it, Jordan.”

“I want you to keep going.” She arched her back, clamping her legs around my hand. She had thighs of steel; I appreciated her attempt to keep my hand in the place she most wanted.

“Only if you promise not to snap my hand off first,” I teased.

She laughed, low and throaty. “I know how to keep something long and hard between my legs when I need it.”

She loosened her grip on my hand, and I rewarded her by gliding my fingertips back and forth across her clit again. She moaned low, eyes fluttering shut. I’d had my fill of teasing. I wanted more.

I inched my fingers toward the waistband of her boy shorts, pushing my hand beneath the silky, stretchy fabric. My fingers immediately found the tightly trimmed patch of hair. No undies. Just warm skin and her molten pussy.

As my hand drifted downward, my fingertips grazed her swollen clit. I pinched it, already dying to bury my face between her legs and get a taste for myself. But that would come in time. For now, I just needed to show her I was safe….and how much fun we’d have together.

I rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger. She cried out, clutching at my forearm.

“Jesus, Seven,” she gasped out.

“I’m just getting started. Was that number one already?”

“Almost,” she said with a weak laugh. I pushed my hand deeper into the heat, finding her swollen pussy lips and the drenched core of her.

“Just need to check everything out,” I whispered, tugging at her earlobe again. She whimpered, moving against my hand. “You see, I’m not going to fuck you with my cock. Not for a while.”

Jordan groaned. “Why not?”

“Because I need to make sure you’re ready for it.” I smiled as I said it. I meant it both seriously and as a joke. I had a sneaking suspicion that she was going to be tight as fuck. And I wasn’t a small boy. She laughed weakly.

“I promise I am.”

“In the meantime, I’ll fuck you with whatever else I have on hand. Like my fingers. My tongue. And whatever else you can dream up.” I slipped my middle finger into her slick channel then, discovering the silken, juicy tightness that I’d been fantasizing about for so long. I gritted my teeth, a grunt escaping me. I pushed my finger in and out slowly. If she was this tight around one finger, I knew she’d need plenty of foreplay before my cock went anywhere near her.

Good thing I didn’t mind extensive foreplay.

“You’re so fucking tight, Jordan.” I moaned as I plunged my finger inside her, then out; slipped my fingers up to tease her clit, then back inside her. She bucked her hips against my hand, and I continued the motion. She clutched at my hand cupping her tit.

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