Page 79 of For Emery

I didn’t dare move.

“There are a million things I want to do with you,” he said, all raspy and sexy. “And having you spread out like this is testing my resolve—”

“Jordan, I want you inside of me,” I blurted, unable to stop my horniness from speaking for me.

He closed his eyes, as if in pain.

But why? I’d told him what I wanted. I didn’t want there to be any confusion. Was that wrong?

He opened his eyes. “That’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Nervous laughter rushed out of me.

He gazed down at me, probably realizing my boldness came from never having felt such intense sensations happening to my body at one time. He reached into his nightstand and grabbed a small package. I didn’t peek to see if he had a huge stash. This was about him and me. No one who’d come before mattered now. He tore open the packet then reached down, rolling the condom on. He braced himself once again, hovering over me. “I—”

“Stop talking.” I lowered my arms and pulled his mouth down to mine, kissing him the way I wanted to be kissed. My tongue pushed inside his mouth. I was in control now, and my tongue was hell bent on consuming him.

With our tongues melded together, Jordan reached down and pulled my thong off my legs. Now there was nothing between us. Nothing stopping us from going further. He reached down and dragged his thumb over my wet folds. My eyes pinched shut. Then he hit my clit. I gasped, the sensations overpowering. He kept at it, stroking relentlessly with the pad of his thumb. Circling. Stroking. Circling. Stroking. God. Glorious throbbing beat like a bass drum between my legs. I focused on the eruption inevitably awaiting me. But all too soon, Jordan withdrew his hand.

He pulled back from my mouth and stared down at me. “Are you sure about this, Em?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He reached down and positioned himself between my legs, guiding the head of his penis up and down my wet skin. I was ready for him. And if his thumb was any indication of the pleasure awaiting me, I was all in.

I expected him to thrust inside me. To push until the pain I’d heard about subsided. But he didn’t. He continued moving his erection over me. Back and forth. Circling my clit. Then back and forth again. Was he purposely teasing me? Or was he making sure I was ready?

My panting must have clued him that I was turned on beyond reason because he pushed the head of his penis inside me an inch. “How’s this?” he asked.

“Keep going,” I said, my eyes locked on his.

He pushed in a little more. “Still good?”

“Stop talking and do it,” I said.

He snickered as he kept his eyes on mine and pushed the rest of the way inside me. Thanks to the wetness he created, he slid right in. His eyes never wavered from mine as he stretched me wide. “I love being this close to you.”

His words and the feel of him inside me proved too much. Tears glazed my eyes.

“Am I hurting you?”

I shook my head, unable to articulate what I was feeling. I’d never imagined he and I could actually physically be one. But in that moment, with him inside of me, I felt like we were. Wild emotions rocked through me, happiness trumping them all.

Jordan pulled out slowly and pushed back inside me. I was getting used to the feel of him. It didn’t hurt like I’d heard it would. It felt right. He pulled back again and pushed inside me, his thrusting gaining a slow and steady rhythm. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me slow as he continued to move inside of me. He somehow kept himself balanced as he reached one hand down between us and moved his thumb over my clit. A fluttering sensation started up. Then tingling. And tremors. The fact that he was stretching me wide, made the sensations more intense. The throbbing became harder. Something was building inside me. Something was coiling up and ready to bubble over.

“Jordan,” I whimpered.

“Just relax and let it happen,” he said, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His thrusting became faster and his thumb stroked harder.

I closed my eyes and let myself be in the moment. But it was difficult to stop images of Jordan and me at all stages of our lives from flashing through my mind. All the hopes he would one day want me, flooded my body as intensely as the throbbing between my thighs.

He moved his thumb around, circling my clit until my body clenched around him and erupted in a rush of sensations. My body quaked, humming with the glorious after-tremors.

Jordan didn’t let up. He thrust harder and deeper until he stilled, a growl rumbling out of him. He lowered down on top of me as I wrapped my arms tighter around him. He stayed inside me, pulsing until we’d both come back down to Earth.

“Is it always like that?” I whispered.

“God, no.” He pulled away from my neck so he could see me, his cheeks flushed and his face beaded with sweat. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

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