Page 63 of Smooth Moves
“You’re delusional. Cash, I’m worried about you.”
“I’m a big boy. Trust me to know what I can handle.” He wanted to be deep inside her, without a condom, skin to skin. But even he knew that to say something like that out loud would make her think he really had suffered brain damage. He cleared his throat. “Put it on me.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“Tease.”
Jordan scowled. “Ass.”
“I’m sorry. You offering something I wasn’t aware of? Because I’m game to fill you up anywhere you want.”
She blushed. “Such a horn dog.”
“You mean a horny devil dog.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t dawdle, fitting the condom over him in no time.
Before she could do something else to hurry his orgasm, he gripped her hips and lifted her over him. He grabbed his cock and positioned himself at her entrance. Then she eased down, gloving him in her body.
He had to close his eyes, awash in sensation. Totally focused on the riot of desire flooding his body for Jordan alone.
“Oh, you are so sexy.” She leaned down to kiss him, moving him inside her so carefully.
He moaned and kissed her back, taken with her mouth and that tight pussy hugging him so hard.
Jordan rose over him, and he opened his eyes, watching the best fantasy he’d ever had come to life. She rode him, her hands planted on his chest while she moved up and down over the pole between his legs with slow deliberation.
“You feel so good,” she moaned. “So deep in me.”
“Yes,” he urged, watching her breasts rise and fall, her belly and thighs tighten as she moved. “In you, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard in you.”
“Cash,” she groaned and did the next best thing he’d ever seen.
“Oh my fucking God. Yes. Touch yourself. Come around me.” He couldn’t wait, watching her, feeling her. The smell, the taste, her sounds… He shouted as he jetted inside her, felt her tighten like a vise around him and arched up into her, trying to get even deeper while she slammed down around him.
Pure ecstasy blotted out everything but Jordan. They remained connected, his body an intimate part of hers while they both came back to earth.
He stared up at her, dazed and, damn it, beguiled by the beauty smiling down at him. He cupped her breasts, holding her, feeling her heart race and knowing it matched the tempo of his.
“Best damn lay of my life,” she told him.
He had to laugh, awash in the endorphins rushing through his system. “Jordan, you are better than any drug. My headache’s gone. I swear, it’s like I’m high on something.”
“So my pussy is like Vicodin?”
“Or Percocet. Definitely better than an ibuprofen though.”
“Good to know.” She tightened around him, and he trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure.
He tugged her down, and she lay on top of him, still joined together, her head on his chest. He stroked her thick, silky hair. “Hear my heart racing?”
“Yeah.” She kissed the spot over his heart, and as stupid as he knew it to be, he fell hard. Right then, right there, in love.
“Jordan…”I love you.
“I have to go.”
The bottom dropped out from under him. “Oh, right. Rafi.”
