Wiping my mouth with a napkin, I took a small sip. “No, this is perfect. Thanks.”
He picked up a dumpling and fed me half before stuffing the rest into his mouth. As he chewed, his eyes stayed glued to me.
“What?” I asked, wiping my mouth with the napkin again in case I had something on my face.
“Nothing,” he murmured, leaning closer. “Just soaking in how beautiful you are.” He brushed his lips over my cheek before skimming them down to my jaw. “And reminding myself I need to feed you before I drag you to bed and sink so deep into you that we can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins.”
Eleven
Jordan
Her soft hand touched my chest and pushed. I went willingly, grasping her hips as I fell onto my back and she straddled my waist. The food was forgotten as she leaned down and sealed her mouth to mine.
Our kiss Christmas Eve had haunted me, taunting me with her sweetness at all hours of the day and night. A reminder of why I was working so hard to get back to her. She was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted, like sun-ripened raspberries. When I was a kid, raspberries were my favorite fruit, and all I wanted to do was gorge on Arella’s mouth until I got my fill.
But I knew deep in my soul that I was never going to get my fill of this girl.
She scraped her nails down my chest as she rushed to get my shirt the rest of the way unbuttoned. When she reached the top of my pants, my belt buckle hindered her progress. With a frustrated little growl that was so fucking sexy my cock began to leak onto my thigh, she sat up so she could see what she was doing.
“Jordan,” she whined so prettily. “Get your pants off. Now.”
Letting her have complete control, I made quick work of my belt and then the button of my pants before kicking them off, leaving me in nothing but a shirt that was spread open and a pair of gray boxer briefs. When her gaze fell on the outline of my cock in my briefs, she sucked in a sharp gasp of appreciation.
She traced her fingers down my shaft over the cloth. Licking her lips, she looked up at me. “I’ve never been with anyone as big as you,” she breathed.
Jealousy tried to rear its ugly head, but I forced it back. I didn’t want to think about anyone but my girl tonight. No one was going to ruin this for us, especially not a ghost from her past trying to taunt me that I wasn’t Arella’s first.
After I pushed the material out of the way, my cock sprang free, the tip weeping for her attention. Taking her hand, I wrapped it around me, but her fingers couldn’t completely connect as she fisted them. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fit in that sweet pussy.”
A smirk teased at her lips. “I didn’t think you wouldn’t,” she purred. “It’s just going to be a tight squeeze.” She tilted her head to the side, causing her glossy dark hair to fall over her shoulder. Her fist clenched as she pumped me. “Think you can handle that, big guy?”
In answer, a gush of jizz dripped from my tip and down over her small hand. “Only one way to find out.”
Jumping to my feet, I lifted her into my arms and sprinted into the bedroom. The bathroom door was open, and I could smell her shampoo and body wash coming from there, causing my dick to twitch as the scents caressed me like a physical touch.
Placing her in the center of my bed, I grabbed her pajama bottoms and tugged them and her panties off before reaching for her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits bounced as she braced herself on her elbows and looked up at me through her thick lashes.
I tossed my shirt across the room before stepping back and taking a moment just to appreciate the sight of her in my bed. Her skin had a slightly sun-kissed tone to it, making her blue-gray eyes stand out almost dramatically in her beautiful face. Every inch of her appeared to be silky soft, all the way down to her bare pussy that glistened with her need for me, making my mouth water to taste her nectar.
Catching hold of one of her ankles, I pulled her to the end of the bed and dropped to my knees. The scent of her arousal hit me, and I feasted my mouth on her drenched pussy lips.
Arella’s fingers raked through my hair, tugging hard as she cried out my name. “Don’t stop,” she begged as I latched on to her clit. “Oh God, please don’t stop.”
I lifted my eyes to watch her face as I devoured her, wanting to imprint what she looked like when I made her come on my tongue. When it came to her pleasure, I’d give her whatever she wanted. All she had to do was ask, and I’d make it my life’s mission to give it to her, no matter what it was.
This girl was mine to cherish and protect, to love until I took my last breath.
As I thrust two fingers into her quivering pussy, she came apart for me, and I nearly spilled onto the floor from the euphoria I saw shining out of her eyes. Giving her pleasure was addictive, and I licked and ate her through another before dragging her to the center of the bed and spreading her legs as wide as I could get them as I lined up my cock at her entrance.
She was still shaking from her last release, her pussy drenched. Her taste was still on my tongue, my face saturated with her juices, and I licked my lips, savoring her sweetness as I pushed into her.
“Jordan!” she screamed as I stretched her walls. She arched her back, opening herself up to me even more, and I sank even deeper into her wonderland.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I bottomed out, my balls slapping against her luscious ass. My balls were already tightening up, telling me I was close, and I’d only been inside her for a matter of seconds. I couldn’t ever remember blowing so fast, not even when I first became sexually active, but she felt so damn good, I was about to release deep into her.
She wrapped her legs around my waist tightly, holding me deep inside her as she adjusted to my invasion. Without my permission, my hips gave a shallow thrust, causing her to whimper.
“Baby, am I hurting you?” I gritted out, trying to hold back my release until I felt her milking it from me with her own orgasm.