Nila Teagan Rivers was born at 11:11p.m., on the 9th of September. She was absolutely beautiful. I had my mom take plenty of pictures, from start to finish of my entire labor so Jordan wouldn’t miss a thing. These days, all I did was take pictures. I didn’t want to miss anything and I didn’t want Jordan to miss anything either. When Jordan finally got out, Nila was three and JJ was five, but Jordan wasn’t a stranger to them. I took them to visit him constantly. He talked on the phone with them every day and I sent him pictures of their artwork. When Jordan came home, he had every picture and letter that I had sent him over the years.
Jordan was huge. He had been in there working out and reading, meditating, and trying his best to stay productive. He had started writing, and planned on publishing a book now that he was out. I encouraged him. And all he wanted to do was be with his kids. After all of these years, I was finally getting a break. My family was finally whole again. I was afraid that I would never see the day. The days and nights without Jordan had felt like lifetimes. I never got over him and cried too much. If it weren’t for my kids, I don’t know what I would have done.
When Jordan came home, my mother agreed to keep the kids for a weekend so that Jordan and I could spend some time together alone. I had this whole extravagant hotel getaway planned, but Jordan assured me that he just wanted to spend time with me alone. He lit some candles, played some old school R&B, poured us some wine, and ran us a warm bubble bath. Jordan climbed into the tub and held out his hand for me to climb in behind him. As he held me, I cried. It had been so long since I had felt his arms around me. I was overwhelmed. Jordan didn’t say anything, he just held me, but I could tell that he was crying too.
“No more crying. I’ve cried enough,” I said, trying to manage a laugh.
“No more crying,” Jordan agreed, as he wiped my tears. Jordan kissed me on the forehead and held me tighter. “You are so beautiful.”
“So are you,” I told him. He laughed, but I was serious. Jordan was just as beautiful as ever; the most beautiful man I had ever known. “I would have waited a million years for you, if I had to.”
“I would have never let you wait that long for me. If I ever have to do over five years, I want you to move on,” Jordan told me. I looked at him like he was crazy.
“You better never get locked up again, that’s number one. Number two, absolutely not. I refuse. No,” I said stubbornly.
“Well, if you ever get locked up--“
“Nobody is getting locked up!” I snapped, splashing him with soapy water. I slid my slippery body up and down the length of his body. Jordan had been hard this whole time. As soon as I had undressed to get in the tub, he had been hard. I was surprised he was being so patient.
“I learned a lot of patience these past three years,” he told me, with a smile. I clasped my hands together as though to pray.
“Thank goodness! You used to be so impatient!” I laughed.
“I’ve done a lot of growing up,” he said. I grabbed his penis firmly in my fist.
“I can tell.” I climbed out of the tub, soap all over my body and walked over to the door, looking over my shoulder at him. With one finger, I motioned for him to follow me. I didn’t wait to see if he did, before I started walking away, but I could hear the slosh of bath water as he climbed out of the tub. When Jordan walked into the bedroom, I pushed him onto the bed, but he rolled and pulled me on top of him.
He held me tight, pressing soft, warm kisses on any part of my body he could reach. I giggled as I fought to escape. Eventually, he let me escape and I walked over to the dresser to grab the coconut oil. He laughed.
“I’ve missed you and your coconut oil,” he told me. I grinned.
“Lay down,” I instructed. Jordan shook his head standing up.
“No, no, no. You lay down. You are the one who deserves to be pampered, like the Queen that you are,” he said. I wasn’t going to argue with that logic. I lay down on the bed, on my stomach and Jordan crouched over me. He scooped out some of the coconut oil and rubbed it between his palms, before massaging my back.
I lay my head on my arms and closed my eyes, my body tingling everywhere Jordan touched me. He rubbed my shoulders, my arms, my neck, my back, my butt, my thighs, and my feet. I could be rubbed by Jordan forever. It felt so good I feared I might fall asleep. Just when I was about to, I felt Jordan’s mouth on my big toe. I squirmed and moaned as energy shot through my body and up between my legs.
Jordan sucked each toe, licking slowly between them, sending shivers up my spine. I rolled over onto my back to watch him as he watched me. He licked the arches of my feet and kissed my ankles, making his way up my long legs, kissing as he went. He kissed the tender flesh of my inner thighs, suckling softly and making me quiver. I ran my fingers through his soft beautiful hair, watching him lovingly. Jordan teased me, kissing me everywhere except where I wanted. I was so wet. Jordan slid his warm, wet mouth around my clit, licking it gently, and I cried out in ecstasy. It had been so long, Lord knows it had been too long! I had to resist shoving his face harder and deeper between my legs. I could be patient too. Jordan licked and sucked, fucking me with his tongue.
Jordan slid his hands under my ass and lifted me with ease, licking between my butt cheeks and teasing my butthole. His tongue ventured from my pussy to my asshole and then back again. “Oh, my God baby yes!” I screamed, as I started grinding my pussy into his face. It felt so good to lose control. To let Jordan take control. He knew my body, he knew what I liked and did it just how I liked it. This was my soul mate. He slid his thick finger into my ass and sucked until I came all over his mouth. I grind into him and he licked and sucked every drop of me. He moaned through it all.
Jordan was so hard, it looked painful. I almost laughed, but didn’t want to kill the mood. All I really wanted was for him to be inside me. Jordan climbed on top of me.
He pressed himself above me with one arm and wrapped his other hand around his cock. I watched him stroke himself against my wet, swollen pussy lips. I spread my legs wider. “Baby.” I moaned. He watched between our bodies intently. He was gentle. I could tell that it was taking a lot for him not lose control.
“I can’t wait, I need you Nia.” Jordan rubbed against me and pushed into my pussy.
“Take what you need Jordan. I love you.” I told him as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into my tight body. He fit like he was meant to be in there. We both started moving slow in long deep strokes. He felt so fucking good. Jordan looked me in the eyes the whole time he slid into me. We kissed slowly. Everything was slow. When he thrust into me, I thrust back against him. We danced the dance of lovers.
Jordan started to speed up, digging his fingers in and squeezing my hips and thrusting deeper. I ground up on him, rubbing my clit hard into his body. I was so turned on by his aggressive thrusting. It had been so long since I had felt him inside me.
“Mmm I’m gonna cum all over your big, hard dick baby. Fuck me harder.”
Jordan groaned loudly. “Oh yea baby. Give it to me. I want to feel your pussy clenching on my dick.” I lost control and we went from making love to fucking. My pussy fluttered, my clit contracted and I exploded all over his hard cock. It felt amazing to be full of him as my orgasm wracked my body. Every inch clenching around Jordan. He kept thrusting through my clenches. I felt his cock expanding inside me.
Jordan pulled out, and flipped me over so fast, I don’t think I felt a clench between thrusts. He slapped my ass as he lined his cock back up and slammed hard and deep into my pussy. It felt like he bottomed out. I groaned at how deep he was inside me. Thankful he pounded into me like that after my orgasm, or it could have been painful.
My ass clapped back against his abs as I arched my back, sticking my ass further up in the air. Jordan spanked me harder and I cried out. Jordan was an animal. He grabbed my hair and pulled, making my arch deepen. I kept my ass up and my head down and he thrust faster.
He groaned. “Love that ass clap
. I’m cumming.” Jordan came long, and deep, and loud. I felt him pulsing and shooting inside me. “Mmm fuck yea, give me your cum,” I moaned to him. I loved when he came long and loud. I loved to hear him moan. It was so hot.
Jordan collapsed beside me, covered in sweat, breathing deeply.
“We probably have another baby on the way,” he said. We both laughed. We lay beside each other as our bodies cooled down and we caught our breath. Jordan grabbed my hand and played with my fingers. He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. “I am a lucky man.”
“That you are,” I teased.
“I was a fool before,” he said. “I don’t ever want to see that man again.” I picked his hand up and kissed it.
“I fall in love with every man you become,” I told him. Jordan smiled.
“That was smooth,” he said. I laughed.
I smiled. “I’m a smooth operator.”
“That was corny, you should have just left well enough alone.” We both laughed. Jordan pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.
“I look forward to the rest of our lives together. Now, let’s make another baby.”
I squealed with delight as Jordan climbed back on top of me. We kissed and Jordan slid back inside me. I never wanted him to leave. We made love until the sun came up and slept deep into the morning, like we used to do before the kids. When we awoke, we made love like we’d never see each other again, because in this life, you never know if you will.
THE END
Bonus Story 5 of 40
Game Plan
“Where does it hurt?”
The patient gave Rebecca a sly smile before pointing to his chest, where his heart was.
Rebecca’s eyes rolled into the back of her head at the corny gesture. It wasn’t the first time she’s seen it and unfortunately she knew it wouldn’t be the last.
“Please Mr. Coste be serious,” she said with a sigh as she approached the man sitting on the patient’s table.
“It’s a small knee injury, nothing serious,” he said as his eyes rolled to the side clearly uninterested in his own health. That was the problem with these athletes. They thought they were invincible.
Rebecca sighed as she wheeled over to the patient and placed gentle hands on his right knee. She looked up at him in attempt to give him one more chance to tell her properly what was ailing him before she found out for herself.
“Alright then,” she said after enough silence had passed between them. Rebecca’s hands went and placed themselves on Mr. Coste’s knee area and applied a light pressure with her fingers. Immediately the 6’5” athlete let out a painful yell and retracted his knee from her grasp.
“That’s what I thought,” Rebecca said as she wheeled away and went to grab his chart to jot down a few notes.
“It’s not as bad I thought, you just need to stay off of it for a few weeks and I mean it. Any more damage and I can’t promise it won’t be more permanent.”
Rebecca stood up and gave a comforting pat on the athlete’s shoulder. She could see he was pained by the news, and she figured it was because it meant he would have to sit out the next few games.
“The nurse will be in shortly to let you know what you’ll need to do the next few weeks.”
Rebecca felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and excused herself from her patient’s presence. She fished the vibrating device from her white coat and looked at the caller. Immediately a smile came to her face as she pressed the answer button.
“Hi honey,” Rebecca said as she ducked quickly into her office and shut the door.
“Hi baby, are we still up for tonight?”
On the other line was Brian, a man whom she had been dating for six months now. They were still in their honeymoon phase and Rebecca was grateful for that, considering the string of bad luck she’d been having with men prior to Brian. Brian was a bank manager that she had met by pure chance. Her car had a flat tire in front of the bank he worked at, and he just so happen to come out. It was funny, she thought at the time. She knew the human body and everything about it like the back of her hand but she knew nothing about replacing a flat. In any case he had helped her with the flat and then the rest was history.
“Yes of course, we’re going to that Italian place right?”
“Anywhere you want, and can I say how happy I am to have met a woman that is not indecisive about where she wants to eat?”
Rebecca laughed; in truth she was very indecisive especially when it came to places to eat. However, she was given enough notice in advance to research a place that they both might like.
“Anyway honey, I’ll meet you at the restaurant,” Rebecca said as she took a peep at her schedule. “Looks like I have a late patient so I won’t make it home first.”
“No worries, I’ll meet you there.”
The couple said their goodbyes and ended the call. Rebecca couldn’t help but feel excited about their dinner date. That was the nice thing about Brian, she was always excited to see him. He was such a great guy, not to mention his sex game was phenomenal.
Rebecca grinned at the thought but was quickly interrupted by a call to her office phone. She whined internally at the interruption to her lustful thoughts and picked up the phone.
“Yes Joy?”
Joy was the very skillful and young nurse working in Rebecca’s practice. They had known each other for quite some time and one could say they were good friends.
“Your very attractive patient is here for his appointment, he’s by far the hottest I’ve seen.”
Unfortunately, like most of the women Rebecca knew, they were only interested in the fact that she worked with high profile athletes. To them, Rebecca was lucky to be surrounded by such rich and usually handsome men. It didn’t matter at all that she was more interested in healing them and not trying to get them into her bed.
“Thank you Joy and please be more professional about it. No more hitting on the patients; I don’t think I can get you out of another potential sexual harassment lawsuit.”
“I’m just trying to spread the love. I don’t know why I should be punished for it,” Joy whined.
“I mean it Joy,” Rebecca said sternly as she put her white doctor’s coat back on.
“Yes I understand,” Joy said with a sigh before the line went dead. Joy should thank her lucky stars she was such a great nurse. Frankly Rebecca was tired of prying her off the patients.
Thankfully this would be the last patient of the day and she would be free to get ready in her office for her dinner date.
Rebecca made her way to the room where the patient sat in wait for her. Meanwhile naughty text messages from Brian vibrated her phone, causing her nether regions to grow wet.
“Not now Brian,” Rebecca said silently to her phone, before slipping it back into her pocket and reaching for the door knob. As she opened the door, ice blue eyes took a moment before moving to meet her form.
Those eyes took the doctor by surprise. The color of them popped in the presence of his jet black hair and olive skin. His face, although emotionless, was sculpted by sharp features. It was very rare for Rebecca to be taken aback by a face, and here she was at a loss for words.
“Hello my name is Doctor Scott and I will be overseeing your treatment,” Rebecca said, as she took the patient’s chart and looked at its content.
“Asher Conner,” she read the name slowly as she wheeled towards him. This whole time the tall male remained silent, Rebecca could feel his eyes watching her every move. Despite this, his watchful eyes didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. Anyway his name was ringing a bell but she couldn’t pinpoint it.
“Wow, you’ve had a lot of injuries,” Rebecca said astonished, whoever his previous doctor was did a great job of getting him up and running each time. “So what sport are you currently involved in?”
The dark-haired male stared at her and the awkward silence began to settle. Could he not speak? Rebecca looked down at his chart and searched for any diagnosis of mutis
m, but could not find evidence of it.
“Basketball.”
The deep voice suddenly brought her attention back to him.
“Okay, so what happened? I see here you were complaining of neck pain.” Rebecca found herself trying to figure this character out, usually her other patients would be cracking jokes, hitting on her, trying to ask for a date but him, nothing. Maybe he was the shy type?
“I was at practice couple days ago and one of the guys slipped and crashed into me, fell kind of hard,” he said, putting one hand to his neck. The whole time he spoke, his eyes never left hers.
“Well, let’s have a feel,” Rebecca said as she went to sanitize her hands. As she did, she instructed the patient to remove his shirt and lie on his back. Asher stood up and removed his shirt and went to sit back on the patient’s table. Rebecca’s eyes widened as she caught glimpse of the painful looking scars on his back.
As Rebecca began to do her own examination of the patient’s neck injury, she began to recall why the male was so familiar to her. He was the newbie everyone was talking about and all over television. His scores were excellent and he was gaining recognition pretty fast, not to mention the million-dollar sponsorship deals he was receiving.
Asher winced in pain as she pressed her fingers against the back of his neck.
“Well you haven’t reported any difficulty walking or balance issues to that’s already a good sign, you can sit up,” Rebecca said as she took her seat. “It’s a simple neck sprain that can be managed. You can get dressed again.”
Asher his shirt back on. Rebecca picked up his chart and added some notes.
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