Page 102 of Smooth Moves
Jordan walked to him and tugged him by the waist to turn. He opened his mouth, but she put a finger over his lips. She tugged his shirt over his head, aware he let her. Then she tapped his shoes with her toes, signaling for them to go. He slipped them off, following with his socks.
Neither of them spoke, but Jordan guided him to disrobe piece by piece until he stood before her naked and aroused.
She kissed her way down his chest, stroking him everywhere she could reach. He felt so soft yet hard, so warm and coarse. The breathy sighs he made, the grunts and groans, had her wet and willing. But she wanted to do this for him. And, hell, because seeing him come turned her on.
“Jordan,” he whispered as she kissed her way down his body. His cock was thick and slick at the tip. His balls hard, heavy. She took them in hand and blew over his cockhead.
He jerked, his breathing loud in the otherwise quiet room.
She put her mouth over him, licking him clean, and he gripped her shoulders.
He pushed deeper, and she took more of him inside. Then she eased her way over him, relaxing to take him impossibly deep.
He swore, trembling, but made no move to push.
Jordan pulled her mouth back, sliding over him. She let him fall to her lips before taking him to the back of her throat once more. And as she did, she fondled him, stroking his thighs, his balls, cupping the hard knots and rubbing them while he whispered her name and clenched his ass tight, as if to keep control.
The sweet torment aroused her to no end, and she loved knowing she could make him so lost to her touch.
“Oh fuck, Jordan. Honey, I’m gonna come. I’m so close.”
She bore down, sucking harder while she rubbed his balls.
Cash gripped her shoulders tight and shattered, coming down her throat while he pumped in her mouth.
“Shit. Oh fuck. Jordan. Baby, yes. Oh God, yes.”
When he’d finally finished, she eased off him, her jaw sore. He pulled her to her feet and hugged her, his body like a furnace.
She glanced up and saw his eyes suspiciously shiny. But she didn’t mention it, and neither did he. “You have too many clothes on.”
She let him strip her naked then obeyed his command to lie down on the bed, her knees up, her legs spread wide. Cash lay down between her legs and rested his chin on her belly.
“Jordan, you mean everything to me.” He watched her, laying everything on the line.
She wanted to say it back, to tell him she loved him too. But he didn’t let her. Because his mouth settled over her sex, stealing her breath. Then his tongue went to work.
He licked and kissed and plunged his tongue inside her. His large hands stroked her thighs, her ass, then slid up her body to play with her nipples.
She writhed beneath him, but he refused to budge, giving no quarter as he brought her so close to orgasm…then left her on the edge. Only to build her up again. And again.
He constantly had her teetering on the edge of bliss before pulling back.
“Cash, please. I need you inside me.”
Only then did he rise over her, his mouth slick, his green eyes dark.
“You need me. Say it again.” He settled over her, staring at her mouth.
“I need you. I needyou,” she emphasized, in case he didn’t get it the first time. “I lo—”
She didn’t get the rest out because he fastened his mouth to hers and shoved his thick cock inside her at the same time.
She screamed into his mouth as he rode her with a fierceness that prolonged her orgasm.
He pulled his lips away, hammering inside her while her body clamped down tight, wanting nothing more than to feel him spill inside her.
She moaned as he tensed, coming with her at last.
