Page 40 of The Tryst List
She slides two fingers through her folds and pumps. “Like this?”
“Jesus. Fuck.” Ahhh, the sight of her. My semi springs to life.
Jordan looks up at me. Mascara is smeared under her eyes. Her head is tilted and her hair is a blonde, tangled mess. She saws her teeth on her lower lip as she gyrates against her fingers. Her head thrashes to the side “Ahhhh…”
I pump my cock in my fist. “Stop.” She obeys instantly and I pull out her wet fingers with my free hand and guide them up to her mouth. “Taste us.”
Jordan stares into my eyes and parts her lips and sucks. I withdraw them and she smiles. “We taste delicious, you should try.”
“I think I will.” I bring her fingers to her soaked pussy and rub them against her clit.
She winces. “It’s too much.”
“I’ll soothe you.” I let her hand go and bend down and swipe the flat of my tongue along her opening. Lick up our come and suck her lower lips. I look up for a moment. “Better?”
Jordan’s eyes are closed and her hands are flung over her head. He legs splay open. “More…”
“Gladly.” I settle between her legs and pet her inner thighs while I bathe every part of her pussy with my lips and tongue. Now, my dick is hard as steel.
I climb up her body and lean down and kiss her sweet lips. “Mmmmm…” she purrs.
“Can you take me if I’m careful?” I whisper against her lips.
Jordan doesn’t answer, she reaches between us, grips my cock and guides it inside her. “I can always take you. Your dick should live inside me, I think.”
Her words nearly break me.
Wound together, this time is slow, sweet. We caress each other’s body and sneak kisses. She comes first, a slight tremor. Enough to trigger me to pulse inside her, though I don’t have much left. After, we hold each other’s faces, blinking at each other in wonder.
“I was a fool.” I touch my forehead to hers. “I’ll never forgive myself for giving up even one moment like this.”
She combs her fingers through the hair at my temples. “I’ve spent lots of time thinking I hated you, yet I don’t really know you. Other than this instinctive, unexplainable tie. And the sex. My God, Peter…”
“Do you want to? Know me?” My heart thumps too hard for my liking. I hope she knows I want more from her than her body, though my cock’s still snugly lodged inside her.
Jordan’s eyes search mine. “Of course I do.”
“Me too.” I skim my hands along her body. “I want all of you. Your heart, of course.” I press my hand against her chest. “Your mind.” I delicately tap her temple. “Your sweetness.” I kiss her pillowy lips. “Your sexiness.” I thumb her nipple. “Everything.”
She weaves her fingers through mine and clasps our hands. “Do my list with me.”
“What?” Momentarily, I don’t know what she’s talking about.
“My Tryst List.” She kisses the back of my hand, staring me in the eyes. “We've already knocked the first item off and I want to do the rest…with you. Truthfully, you’re who I was thinking about when I made it. Then ‘poof’ you were in my shop after a decade.”
“You were thinking of me? But you were upset about me having it.” I roll over and sit up, confused that she’d bring up the photo I deleted a couple hours ago.
Jordan leans up on her elbows. “It wasn’t cool you went through my sketchbook without asking. I'm not ashamed of the list or doing anything on it.”
“So, you want to have public sex with me?” I skooch off the bed, grab a clean dish towel and wet it. “Make videos of ourselves fucking?”
“Yes.” I turn to see Jordan circling her clit with two fingers. Her knees are bent and splayed open, completely revealing her pussy glistening with our come.
My dick fills immediately. “You're insatiable. I was going to clean you up, baby. Cuddle you to sleep.”
“It’s only ten. I’m not worn out yet. Put the washcloth down. Dirty me up some more then you can clean me after.” She smiles wickedly. “With your tongue or the cloth. Maybe both.”
Holy shit, this woman is my dream come true on every level.