by Roxy Wilson
Raina smiled shyly at him. She reached behind and unhooked her red lace bra, and slowly slid the straps down her arms and tossed it aside. Jordan almost shot his cum in his pants, like a sex-starved teenager, when he saw her generous breasts. Her nipples were so incredibly suckable. Jordan resisted the temptation to reach out and touch them right then and there. Raina hooked her fingers in the waistband of her scrap of underwear and gently rolled them down her thick thighs. Only a second later, she chucked them aside as well.
Jordan’s breath caught in his throat when his eyes zoomed to the center of her body. Her bald pussy almost had him coming undone. It was slick from her arousal and he could just glimpse her swollen clit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Jordan barely restrained the urge to jump on her and have his way with her until she couldn’t even remember her own name. This time is all about Raina. She needs this time more than I do. To help her see, once and for all, she is desirable. Jordan rose from the sofa and effortlessly scooped her up in his arms, and headed for the bedroom. Raina’s mouth fell open. As if she couldn’t believe he handled her so easily. It took all the will he had not to set her down on her feet and pound his chest in triumph and pride, just like he imagined the Paleolithic man of old did, when he did something to elicit the admiration of his woman.
“Look and tell me what you see,” he requested after he gently set her down in front of the antique mirror.
“A woman.”
Jordan wasn’t impressed by her attempt at being facetious. “Do better than that,” he warned gently.
“A woman who used to be extremely overweight.” Raina paused briefly. “A plus size woman.”
“Don’t sell me store-bought labels. Tell me what you see now.”
“I see a woman looking better than she did a year ago… but there’s still so much room for improvement. I see…I see…” Jordan could tell she tried, but she just couldn’t continue. Raina hid her face in her palms.
Jordan relented and held Raina’s hands away from her face and kept his hold, as he lowered them. It was time for her to not only hear, but also see, the truth of what he was about to say.
“You want to know what I see?” It was a rhetorical question, so he didn’t wait for her to respond. “I see a woman sporting an hourglass shape, whose body is so tempting, I’ve been hard as steel from the moment I saw her.” When he heard her gasp at his words he clarified his last statement. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into your fragrant pussy. Your sweet cunt.” Jordan smiled at her reflection when he saw her look of embarrassment, caused by his brazen comments, but he plowed on. “I see a woman who caused men to do a double-take, and women to stare with envy when we were on our way up here from the dining room.” A gentle pull against him was all Jordan needed for Raina to feel the evidence of his arousal on the curve of her back. “I see a woman overcoming much emotional pain, but full of passion and zest for life.” Jordan planted a soft, warm kiss on the curve of her neck. “That woman is you.” He kissed her again, this time on her soft cheek. “Do you see what I see now?” Jordan watched Raina study herself intensely in the mirror. It was as if she looked at herself for the first time in years.
Hope. That’s what Jordan planned to rely on, because he wanted Raina to see through her own eyes, the beautiful person she really was. To stop seeing herself through the marred lenses of her brutally manipulating ex. A man who had made her feel ugly, inept and worthless. Jordan hoped the blinders were permanently removed from her eyes. “So let’s try this again,” Jordan continued. “Tell me what you see.” He reached around her and he placed his finger under her chin, gently he lifted it up so she could look at her reflection. “Look at the mirror Raina, and tell me what you really see.”
“I see…I see a woman who is not a fucking ugly bitch.” Her voice trembled, her dark brown eyes brimmed with unshed tears.
Jordan grimaced at her choice of words. They were ugly and unflattering, but he intuitively knew those were the names her ex had called her. For that reason, he quickly adjusted his expression and rested his hands on her shoulders. He wanted to communicate to her that his touch was that of assurance, assurance she could tell him what was on her mind.
Raina rushed on. “In front of me…is a woman who deserves love and attention from a kind, decent man. A woman who is…who is beautiful both inside and out. An intelligent woman. A woman full of pride because of her accomplishments.” Her eyes lifted from her own reflection and gazed at his. “A woman who wants to give herself…make love…to the man who helped her to see her true value. To the man who showed her she is a woman worth much more than the crumbs she was willing to accept, or thought she deserved, because she felt she didn’t matter.” Her shoulders straightened and she looked at herself squarely in the mirror with newfound confidence. “I am that woman.”
Jordan imagined Raina finishing with the phrase, Hear me roar! From Helen Reddy’s hit song. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit to himself, he was choked up by Raina’s admission and her earnestness. By her courage, in letting down her guard and opening her eyes to who she really was. Raina turned to him and draped her arms loosely around his neck, and drew his head to her, kissing him ever-so softly on his lips. But, gentle wasn’t enough for Jordan. Her vulnerability made him want her even more. Jordan wanted to consume her. To burn up the sheets as he took her. His tongue assaulted Raina’s and then pushed pass it to deepen the kiss. Her taste, an intoxicating blend of wine and sweet, sensual sin, almost made him come right then and there. But, he tried to temper his yearning, because this was for Raina, for her to see she was like fine diamonds and precious pearls.
Jordan gently released her and looked down at her lovely face. “I want to prove to you how desirable you are. How much I want you…and need you.” He cleared his throat. “But, I’m no Bradley Cooper…just Jordan.” He smiled wryly at his own joke. Raina wasn’t blind, she must’ve realized he’d lost his leg.
Raina braced his face with her palms. “Don’t even go there Jordan. I think you’re perfect just the way you are.”
It was the first time, in a very long time, he was rendered speechless.
“So, how about showing me how desirable I am,” Raina teased and ran her hands lightly down his arms.
Jordan responded by claiming her hands and planting a kiss on her lips. Without breaking their connection, he swept her off her feet, walked over to the bed and gently placed her on it.
Jordan gazed down at her as she lay on the bed looking like an enchantress.
I’m going to show her how much I want her tonight.
Maybe even after tonight.
Jordan was shocked by the depth of his feelings for a woman he had known such a short time…
Damn.
It’s only for one night.
It’s only for one night.
If he didn’t repeat the mantra to himself he might find himself in so deep, he wouldn’t be able to let Raina go.
Chapter Four
Freakin’ amazing! Nobody has ever worshipped my feet like this. The thought crossed Raina’s mind as she watched Jordan massage her feet. When he had shucked his clothes, only moments before, she had grown more and more fascinated by his physique. While she had to admit that with his clothes on he looked hot, without them he was scorching, inducing an inferno concentrated around her labia core. Jordan had stood in all his glory as she slowly examined him from the ruffled curls on his head to the slightly tighter curls resting just above his erection—his long, thick erection—to his strong, muscular thighs. Raina saw him tense slightly when her gaze drifted to his prosthesis. Her eyes connected to his worried ones and she smiled, hoping to communicate to him that he had found favor in her eyes. To prove to him everything was all right, she patted the bed and said, “Come, Jordan let me give you a hand.”
Jordan hesitated for a moment and allowed her to help him strip off the prosthetic leg, one layer at a time. Raina wasn’t daft. She knew he allowed her to assist him for her own be
nefit rather than for his. It was as if he was giving her an out, a chance for her to end their date.
No way, no how, that wasn’t going to happen.
“I plan to love you all over. Now lie on your back.”
Raina did as instructed, but didn’t want to miss even a moment of his loving, so she propped herself on her elbows, her gaze transfixed on him as he raised her right leg and sucked her toes, one by one, into his warm mouth. She watched in fascination as he lowered her leg, lifted the right one and repeated the action. Jordan looked up and arrested her with his amber eyes. The intensity of his stare filled her with heat, which seemed to focus between her slick pussy lips. He looked away only to blaze a trail of kisses along her inner thighs. So intense was the sensation, she threw her head back on the pillow, and of its own volition her body undulated to match the pace of his kisses.
The tangy sweetness of her arousal pervaded the air, but she was not embarrassed. That was a first for her, because nearly every time she and her only other partner, her ex, were intimate, he’d made her feel as if she stank. Funny how Jordan made her feel differently, loved even. In fact, she felt liberated, able to embrace her sexuality, to accept all of herself. She felt desirable and desired for the first time. And to think, a man whom she’d just met for the first time had a hand in making her feel this way. Never in her wildest dreams would she have done something like this in the past. Being intimate with someone she’d just met, wasn’t in her nature. But, she accepted that sometimes life led people in unexpected directions.
Jordan nibbled, sucked and laved every exposed surface of her body as he slowly made his way upwards. When he merely grazed her mons, she whimpered in protest. However, the way he dipped his tongue and laved her navel caused her to groan in absolute pleasure. Several minutes later, he plucked one of her nipples with his mouth and nibbled it until she writhed beneath him. Once the intensity of the feelings Jordan elicited from her became too overbearing, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, halting his sensual torture of her other breast. Lightning bolts of pleasure pooled around her pussy. Her legs widened and her back arched, giving an implicit invitation for him to assuage her hunger for his lips, his fingers, his everything on her pussy. To her relief, he stopped the sweet torture of her breasts and meandered down her tummy. Raina hissed when Jordan’s tongue eventually settled on her moist core.
“I know it’s a bit clichéd but you’re beautiful.” His tongue brushed her clit. “Your scent.” Jordan French kissed her hot, wet nether lips. “Your taste.” He inserted a digit into her pussy and finger fucked her. “Your skin…like silk.”
Raina nodded her head shyly. She was really starting to believe she was desirable, beautiful even. She reached down to caress the soft curls on his head. “Thank you.”
Jordan turned her palm toward his lips and kissed it. “No. Thank you.” He ignored her questioning gaze as he continued to finger her. She cried out when he inserted a second digit.
“Jor-Jordan…you’re killing me.” Raina lifted her legs and rested them on his shoulders and squeezed him tightly, drawing him closer, she couldn’t get enough of his fingers as they fucked her.
Raina felt her climax building. “Oh god…I…don’t know if…if…I can take anymore,” she whispered in breathless anticipation. “Shit. I’m…coming.”
Jordan quickly reached under the pillow and grabbed the condom she didn’t even know was hidden. The annoyance, which hastily raised its head because of the interruption, died a quick death. She zeroed in on the slight tremor, almost imperceptible, which showed her Jordan was not as controlled as she thought. Her senses became more heightened. The crinkling of the wrapper, the light sheen of sweat coating Jordan’s arms as he sheathed himself, and the soft coolness of the satin sheets on her back as Jordan rammed his cock relentlessly into her hot tunnel, pushed her over the edge. The feeling was so overwhelming, so powerful, so unlike anything she’d felt before. Raina struggled to cling on to Jordan’s powerful biceps as he continued his deep, hard thrusts in and out her pussy. To her surprise she catapulted into another orgasm, just as she felt his spasms. She felt Jordan’s heat when his seed emptied into the tip of the latex barrier. It was a long time before either of them moved and it was the best feeling she’d had in a long, long time.
* * * *
Jordan would be lying if he didn’t acknowledge the sense of male pride at the look of satisfaction on Raina’s face. Years had passed since his accident, and he had long ago accepted the reality of his physical condition. His life had changed in many ways, and all it had taken was a moment in time. So, he sent a silent prayer to the gods that the state of his body wasn’t a deal breaker, mood killer or sympathy inducer in Raina’s mind. She didn’t seem affected by his physical disability, if her response to him was any indication. Her implicit acceptance increased his respect for her. Hell. To him she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It was the best night he had in a years and he didn’t look forward to it ending. Jordan shook his head at the thought. He reached over and tickled her ribs and reveled in her delightful screams. “We’ve worked up quite an appetite.”
Even though he eventually stopped tickling her, she barely contained her laughter. “So true.”
Jordan snatched the menu from off the bedside table. “Let’s try room service.”
Raina turned to Jordan, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Can we do that a little later?” She ran her fingers lightly across his torso. “I’m hungry for something else right now.” She leaned over and tickled his ear with her tongue, sliding her hand further south.
“Now, who am I to refuse such a request?” Jordan groaned when she found the sensitive hollow between his neck and shoulder blade.
Damn, she’s so hot.
Raina worked her way down his muscular torso until she reached her intended target, his hard cock. She bathed the mushroom tip with her tongue and slurped up the pre-cum which started to seep out of his slit. Much to his delight she took him deep in her mouth, so deep, he almost purred when he felt his dick hit the back of her throat. Without being cocky, and he swore no pun was intended, he acknowledged his width and length were impressive, but damn if Raina wasn’t determined to get the job done, and done right. “Fuck…baby,” he groaned. “I like what you’re doing to my cock. Don’t stop.” Jordan continued to urge her on, thrusting his pelvis even further so she could get more of him inside her mouth. Raina didn’t seem to mind one bit, because she just kept on working his cock, one plunge at a time.
Her every touch caused a firestorm. It was un-fucking-believable, she had him so worked up, so aroused, he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold on much longer. Jordan ground his teeth, his self-control slipping, one suck at a time. “You’ve got to stop, Raina, or this will end before it even gets started.” Raina continued to brand his cock with her hot tongue. Jordan couldn’t help himself, he gripped her locks and yanked her toward him. “If you don’t stop now it will end pretty quickly,” he warned.
Her wicked gleam almost did him in. “You’re telling me this because…”
“Because I promised to love you all over and I’m a man who keeps his promises.”
“But-but-but I’m not even finished.” Jordan was amazed, for the first time that night she didn’t have a quick comeback for him.
“I never said we were finished.” When he saw her eyes widened he chuckled. “I can’t wait to sink my teeth into your luscious ass.” Jordan flipped her over effortlessly. “Now on your knees!” And just as he promised, he nibbled and sucked every part of her ass while his hands were busy pinching and playing with her beaded nipples. Quite a few moments later, Jordan reached for a condom, opened the foil wrapper and covered his cock. Then he parted her plump ass and plunged deep inside her hot box. The way he felt inside her was intense.
“Damn it.” Raina hissed. “I want more.” If more was what she wanted, then more was what she’d surely get. Jordan plowed into her as if it was the last time he’d get to fuck her. Come t
o think about it, it was probably the last time. Jordan felt uncomfortable with that thought, but the way he felt right then and there pushed it aside, at least temporarily, especially as she pushed herself against him to deepen the penetration. “That’s it, baby,” she crooned. Raina held on to the sheets as Jordan shoved his way in and out her pussy.
Leaning forward, he whispered gruffly in Raina’s ear, “You like it, huh?” Jordan chuckled when she grunted in response, but continued to push rhythmically against him. It was definitely something he liked about her, she wasn’t afraid to tell him or show him what she liked, which made her such a delight and chock-full of surprises. Who would have thought a blazingly confident woman lay just beneath her surface?
Jordan wanted to make tonight good for her, like it never was before. His grip on her hips was intense, the way his dick burrowed inside her was forceful. Raina was so fucking fantastic. He felt the walls of her pussy tighten and then the muscles contracted around him. She yelled his name over and over through her climax, and he continued to thrust wildly into her. Jordan knew it was only a matter of time before he too found his release. His balls stiffened and his heart beat heavily against his chest. One more thrust was all he needed to come inside her. He continued to ride her until they were both completely spent.
* * * *
Raina stretched languidly on the bed and stifled a yawn. She felt so good, so rejuvenated, so sexually sated. To top it all off, she and Jordan had eaten a scrumptious feast of Japanese cuisine, right in bed. Then they had shared a bath in his tub, which was a replica of the one in her suite. If this wasn’t Utopia, she wasn’t sure what was. This time was unlike the many times Raina had been with Terrell during their three-year relationship. She sighed deeply. It wasn’t easy to forget all the times she had felt like an ugly duckling. Who should be grateful that a man, like him, would condescend to be with a fat, ugly girl like her. He never even sought to please her in bed, it was always about him. His pleasure first, last and always. What a sorry excuse for a boyfriend he was! And to think, she’d accepted Terrell and his shit as if it were her birthright!
