Jordan. The glow of the candlelight bathed Nala's skin in golden warmth. And there was a lot of bare skin on display, it was like she was doing it on purpose trying to seduce me. I wish she knew she didn't have to. She would wear rags and I would still want her. Her barely there midnight blue satin gown clung to her every curve and showed off the swell of her breasts, her lovely shoulders, her perfect legs. And when I had pulled her chair out for her and she had turned to look before sitting, I had been unable to tear my gaze away from her perfect, rounded derriere. She looked perfect. Dinner had been an exercise in torture. She had savored every bite that she had put in her mouth, making sensual, delighted noises and darting her slick pink tongue out to catch any flavor that had lingered on her lips. I wanted her. More than I could remember wanting any other woman in my entire life. And she wanted me, too. Yet something was stopping her from taking the final step. She certainly d
Nala. I slid from his lap, myheart pounding wildly. I had finally done it. I had committed to doing this. And i wasn’t sorry for it at all. I wanted him. Needed him in a way that shocked and terrified me all at once. I didn’t know this wild, wanton version of myself. I felt as if i could do anything with him, could let him do anything to me. I trusted him with my body, wholly and completely, and the prospect of doing that only excited me. As he stood from the chair and took my hand, his eyes burning with erotic intent, i wished, for the first time in my life, that i had sex with someone at some point that wasn't Salvatore, just so I wasn’t going into this blind. Jordan had lots of experience, I had seen the evidence of that thanks to the photos of the parade of women he had dated in his early twenties, and he had been married for seven years. I didn’t even have a lot of kissing experience to recommend me. My first everything was with Salvatore, and it had all been a duty. But this
Nala. “Oh, Jordan,” i breathed, arching against him, meeting each of his thrusts. It was like our bodies were meant for each other. We were so in zinc with each other. He buried his face in my neck, his movements wild, hard. Wonderful. Neither of them were quiet, both of them whispering words of encouragement, letting the other one know how good everything was. And when i felt ready to go over the edge again i jumped willingly if my first orgasm was a release, this one was an explosion of feeling. I couldn’t stop the hoarse cry that escaped my lips as i lost myself in my own pleasure wholly and completely. He thrust hard into me one last time and pressed a hot kiss to my lips as he came. He held me until our raging heartbeats calmed, their bodies still joined. “I didn’t know,” i said, dazed. “I didn’t know that losing control could be so empowering.” His lips twitched against my neck. “Was it?” “Yes. I didn’t know it could be like that.” “Was it your first orgasm?” he asked,
Jordan. Your belly is getting so big, we are almost there.” Jordan put his arms around me from behind and caressed my bare midsection. I had been examining myself in the mirror in the master suite, sucking in my expanding huge stomach, I was almost Fourty weeks pregnant now. The baby could be here any moment. I swatted at his hand. “Just what every woman wants to hear!” I said pretending to be offended a little bit. “It’s sexy.” He nuzzled my neck and kissed the hollow just beneath my ear. “You must not know how sexy I think you are.” I knew. Jordan had spent all night showing me just how sexy he thought i was. It had been a revelation. I had discovered a whole, huge part of myself i hadn’t even known existed. A part of myself I had spent far too long suppressing. I had given her control over to Jordan for a while, and it had been freeing in a way I had never imagined it could be. And now that we were out of bed i had my control back, and my heart was still intact. I could do thi
Jordan. “There is a bedroom and bathroom through there.” He pointed through the galley style kitchenette and to a door that stood closed. There was sparse furniture in the main room, a couch, an easel and paintings lining the walls, all beautifully, photo realistically done. “Jordan…you did these, didn’t you?” She could see it in each brushstroke, so controlled, so carefully placed. Jordan captured the essence of what he painted, kept the life that possessed his subject in the real world and translated it to the canvas. It didn’t possess the freedom of expression, the broad, abstract work of a modern artist, but it wouldn’t have been Jordan if it had. “Yes.” “Does anyone know?” He shook his dark head and came to stand close behind her. “It’s something I have dabbled in over the years, but never devoted much time to.” “That is a crime! Jordan, these are beautiful!” She moved up close to a land scape portrait of the waves crashing on the rocks. It was the view out the window it wa
This was something more…something unfamiliar, something that seemed to have taken on a life of its own. His self control snapped. He moved uncontrollably, pounding into her. She pulled her knees back so he could thrust harder, deeper. The only sound was their labored breathing and the slap of flesh meeting flesh. There was nothing gentle about their coming together. It was fire and brimstone, passion and torture. She cried his name out as she came and he followed, pumping into her, releasing everything he had into her body. She kissed his neck, a smile curving her lips. “You’re amazing, do you know that?” He had no idea what he’d done to earn the trust he heard in her voice, and he wasn’t sure he wanted it. Wasn’t sure that he could fulfill all of the hopes that he saw shimmering in the depths of her beautiful eyes. They lay in silence for a long time and he was content to simply move his hands over her curves. A small sigh escaped her lips and he wanted to understand it. And he s
01. Jordan. I was sitting in my study room, watching her. She was by the pool playing with water. Her legs dangling over the water. She looked beautiful, with the afternoon sun shining over her face. She looked so happy. My phone rang, for a moment I hesitated before answering, it was my mother. She hadn't reached out since the dinner we both had with Nala. I contemplated letting it go to voice mail, but knowing my mother, she would call until I finally answered it. I picked up,now standing by the window. Nala wasn't there anymore, the two minutes I had taken my concentration 9ff her and to my phone, she had disappeared on me. "Hey mom." i said as soon as I picked up. On the other end, I could hear my father and sister's voices, but they all suddenly went quiet as soon as we started talking. "You can't call your mother Jordan, I thought I raised you better than this." "Come on mom!" I protested almost immediately, "You know it goes both ways, you can call me too." "Wel
Jordan. I turned around and watched as he walked into the dining room majestically like he owned the place, a smug smirk on his face. He sat next to my sister and my mother quickly fixed him a plate. "Well, I can't wait to hear what is so important that you invited my worst enemy to have dinner with us." i said between gritted teeth looking at my mom who was throwing smiles at Salvatore. "Am not your enemy Jordan, you will soon find out an actually your friend and we can help each." "I will never help you in any way Salvatore, my parents might have invited you here, but I want nothing to do with you." "Don't say that too fast Jordan, we all need help sometimes." he said with a smug face and the turned to my sister, "You look lovely Isabella." My sister's cheeks turned pink, and I could see her squirming in her seat. It was he was trying to piss me off on purpose, and my father sensed my anger coming up and quickly spoke up. "Salvatore, thank you for joining us. Our fami