Page 9 of Runaway Bride

I glance back over my shoulder to see him standing in the doorway of the wedding chapel. His head shakes minutely like he isn't sure if I want him to follow me. His declaration of love was something I once wanted more than anything, but I thought I managed to tuck those feelings away a long time ago. But the box I hid those feelings in has been falling apart with each moment we spent together today. This journey to find out what happened between us last night was also a walk down memory lane. Reminding me of everything I felt and wished for when it came to Jordan.

“Did you really mean what you said back there?” I ask.

He nods once. “With all my heart.”

One simple sentence is all that’s needed to obliterate the box, freeing all the feelings of love I share with him.

Jordan’s hotel suite looks different in just a few short hours since we've been gone. My future seemed so bleak this morning when I woke up, but now my fate couldn’t be clearer. Jordan is the man I’m meant to be with. It just took us longer to find our way to one another.

“Are you sure?” Jordan asks, pinning me between the door of the suite and his hard body. His cock is pressed against my lower belly as he runs his lips over the dip of my collar bone.

I can barely catch my breath with him this close to me. The woodsy scent of his after-shave filling up my senses and made my knees tremble beneath me.

“Yes,” I breathe out, closing my eyes and allowing my other senses to take control of me.

His hands move with expertise down and up the sides of my body, stopping to cup each breast and sending pleasurable shock waves to my pussy. I press my thighs together for some relief, but it's not enough. I move my hand down my body, pushing it beneath the waistband of my jeans and panties.

“No,” he says, and my eyes shoot open. I don’t miss the note of authority in his voice that I’ve never heard before.

I remove my hand, wanting to follow his instructions, liking how he is taking charge. His hands move to the button of my jeans before he peels the fabric down my legs, kneeling to help pull them off my ankles.

“Tell me to stop.”

"You want to stop?" I ask, looking down at him, my eyes widening in surprise.

“Hell no,” he says, running his hands up my bare legs to the lace of my panties and pulling them back down. “I want to make sure that you are going in with a clear mind about this, about us. Because once I have you, I’ll never be able to give you up.”

“You’ll never have to,” I moan, feeling the cool air hit the wet folds of my pussy. “I’m yours.”

Jordan's grip on my hips turns bruising as he looks up at me. "Say it again."

“I’m yours.”

He buries his face against my folds and works his tongue against my clit. I scream out his name, unable to hold back. I’ve never felt an orgasm build so quickly before. I’d have to do a balancing act, trying not to lose my focus and give instructions on what to do at the same time. It was a high-wire act that hardly ever worked in my favor. But Jordan doesn't need any instructions. He's working my body like a musician who's spent his life perfecting his gift to play.

My release hits me, and my legs tremble. Jordan holds on tighter to support me so that I can lose myself in the moment.

"That was—" I breathe out, unable to find the word strong enough to encompass what I just experienced.

“I’m not done,” He says to me, his lips dewy from my release.

“Neither am I,” I say, resting my hands against his chest and pushing him down onto his back.

I pull my shirt over my head and plant my feet on either side of his hips. Slowly, I lower myself down and squat just over his hips.

“Take off your shirt.”

He smiles and sits up a bit. His lips press against mine until it’s broken from the fabric being pulled free of his body. I reach down between us and start tugging at the button on his jeans. He lifts his hips, and I pull them down over his waist.

His hard cock springs free. I wrap my fingers around the silky flesh of his dick and start to work him up and down. Jordan’s eyes flutter close, and he gets harder with each inhale and exhale he takes.

“I need to be inside you,” He breathes out, wrapping his hand over mine and guiding his cock to my eager entrance.

“Oh god,” I moan, feeling his thick shaft push into me, forcing my body to spread to account for him.

Jordan takes his time pushing deep inside me, filling me so completely. I need to lean down and rest my hands against his chest to steady myself as we both begin to move as one.

The pleasure that builds from the friction of our bodies is almost too much. My second orgasm hits, but Jordan doesn’t stop. He spins us over, resting on his elbows as he pushes in and out of me, sending me over the edge. His body is like a cage encircling me, and I feel safe and loved all at once.

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