I squeezed her hands as I stared down at her adoringly. “You don’t get it yet but you will, soon. I never want to get rid of you, Natalie. You never have to hide anything from me or worry about telling me what you want or need. I want to give you the fucking world.”
“I don’t need the world,” she murmured. “I just need you.”
“Be sure, Angel. Because once I take your stuff into that room across the hall, it isn’t my bedroom anymore—it’s ours. This is your home now.”
She smiled softly as she stared up at me. “I’d like to go see our bedroom now.”
I grabbed her bags and hauled ass across the hall into the master bedroom. The second she confirmed she wanted to sleep with me I committed to going full steam ahead.
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Chapter Four
Natalie
His bedroom was gorgeous. Three of the walls were white, while the wall behind the bed was painted a beautiful navy color. The focus of the room was the wall of windows facing the ocean. The bed was an enormous cloud of white and navy accents. Like the rest of the rooms I’d seen in the house—except the kitchen—the flooring was a gorgeous wood looking tile. The bed was situated on top of a large area rug that was ombré shades of blue.
The area in front of the windows had two comfortable looking chairs and a table. I followed him through the bedroom and into the bathroom, and my mouth dropped when I saw it. The bathroom was big enough for ten people to assemble. The focal point of the room was the shower area, which was a giant wet room that included a massive tub. I was surprised, however, that almost the entire rear wall of the area was a massive window that looked out to the ocean with absolutely no covering on it. Although the house was on a bluff, but if someone were standing out on the lawn, they’d be able to watch as I showered.
Coming up behind me, Jordan wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back against him.
“Freaked out by the windows?” he asked.
“It’s a little fishbowl-ish,” I admitted.
He laughed. “No one can see in. It’s special reflective glass. No one can see anything in the bedrooms or bathrooms even if they stand right at the window and press their faces to it.”
“No way! Are you serious?”
“One hundred percent,” he assured me.
“Now I can’t wait to take a shower,” I laughed.
“Mm,” he rasped against my ear, “I’d love to shower with you, Angel.”
My breath caught, and my nipples pebbled as I imagined doing just that.
“But,” he said as he pulled away, “first things first. Let’s get you set up in the closet.”
I turned and followed him as he crossed the room toward a large door.
“If there isn’t space, I can always use the guest room for my stuff…”
My words trailed off when he opened the door to the biggest closet I’d ever seen. The left side was filled with his stuff, but the right was empty. The space was heaven. There were shoe shelves and drawers built in along half of the wall.
As he had back at my house, Jordan helped me. He took the bag full of things that needed to be hung up and started putting them on hangers. Following his lead, I started unpacking the other bag into the drawers.
"This is pretty hot," he called over his shoulder as he hung up one of my summer dresses.
I grinned when I looked at what he was talking about. His choice strongly indicated he was a leg man. The pale lavender dress was one of the shortest I owned. It wasn't over-the-top or trampy, but it showed a lot of leg.
We had an easy rapport, talking back and forth as we unpacked. Since I didn’t have a ton of stuff, we were finished very quickly. My stuff took up less than a quarter of that half of the closet, which made me chuckle. I felt silly putting my sneakers, ballet flats and flip-flops on the shoe shelves, but Jordan seemed gung-ho for me to settle in, so I did.
After he had gone into the bedroom, I spent a few minutes setting up the vanity area. Then I pulled out my cell phone and wrote a lengthy email to my mom telling her what was happening.
The two of us weren't just mother and daughter; we were also friends. She'd always encouraged me to feel free to confide anything in her, including relationships. For the first time, I took her up on it. I told her everything I was feeling for Jordan and how excited I was about the future.
Although my email was long, I composed it quickly because I was so anxious to get back to Jordan.
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Chapter Five
Jordan
I left her alone in the bathroom in front of the never before used vanity area so she could unpack her makeup and beauty stuff. I used the time to change out of what I’d been wearing to work, opting for jeans and a t-shirt. I stopped at the vanity and told her I’d be watching the TV in the bedroom so I’d be close if she needed me.
Throwing myself onto the bed, I propped up against the pillows and grabbed the remote. The sixty-two inch TV rose up out of the cabinet at the foot of the bed with a soft whir. Once it stopped in the proper position, I turned it on and started surfing through the channels until I came to a stop on an episode of Parts Unknown with Anthony Bourdain.
I usually loved the show, but my attention wasn’t on it. Over and over again my gaze drifted over to the bathroom door as I waited for Natalie to come back out. It was crazy but being separated even for that short amount of time didn’t feel right to me. Already I was addicted to her presence in my life, and I intended to keep her as close to me as I could, forever.
When she finally appeared, I let out a relieved breath. It felt as though she’d brought the sunshine with her. I reached out a hand and tapped on the spot next to where I was sitting.
“Climb on up here and let me hold you.”
The way she had licked her lips before she smiled was like foreplay. My cock twitched in my jeans as she kicked off her flip-flops and climbed onto the bed to sit next to me. She smelled like a mix of lemons and a hint of some flower, and it made my mouth water. Seeing the desire in her eyes as she looked at me was all the green light I needed.
I pulled her on top of me and then guided her head down until our lips touched and we began kissing. The kiss went on and fucking on, and I never wanted it to end. The way she tasted was every fantasy I’d ever had come to life and I was desperate for more of her. Eventually, our positions shifted, so I was on top of her, cradled between her thighs. I couldn’t contain the growl in my throat when she wrapped her legs around me. That left me against her totally, and my cock was as hard as it had ever been.
The way she rubbed up against me like a cat in heat made my balls ache. If I hadn’t been so damn desperate to taste her pussy, I’d have pulled down my zipper, ripped off her shorts and buried myself inside of her right then and there.
I didn’t do that because even though there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to get my cock inside of her, I was no fool. Natalie was my treasure, and I intended to make sure she knew it. She wasn’t some casual fuck, and I was not going to rail at her tight cunt like a guy having a conjugal visit after years of celibacy.
She whimpered when I tore my mouth from hers and gazed down at her as both of us panted heavily as we tried to catch our breath.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I lifted her a bit and then nipped at her earlobe before tracing my tongue over it. Her little mewl of pleasure was almost my undoing.
“Are you wet for me, Angel?”
She nodded frantically as she began lowering her hands from my shoulders and down my torso.
“Answer me with words,” I rasped. “Is your pussy wet?”
Her hands stopped as her gaze flew up to meet mine. She swallowed hard before nodding.
“Yes,” she breathed softly. “My pussy is wet. So wet.”
I sat back and reached between us to undo the button on her shorts before giving them a tug.
“Let’s get these off so I can get my tongue on you.”
She arched against me, lifti
ng her hips to help me undress her. I wasn’t wasting time, so I took her underwear off with the shorts. I wanted to look at her pussy so fucking badly, but I knew if I did, it’d be game over. Focusing on her face, I plucked at the hem of her tank top.
“Let’s get this off, baby. I want to see everything.”
Running her tongue over her lower lip, she blushed and nodded. I watched as she whipped it over her head, folding it before dropping it to the floor. The only thing covering her once the tank top was gone was a pale pink bra.
“The bra,” I said huskily. “Lose it.”
Biting her lip, she blinked up at me.
“I’d like to give some orders too,” she announced.
“Anything you want, Angel. Order away.”
“Your shirt and your pants,” she said breathlessly. “Take them off. I want to see you, Jordan. I want to see and touch and taste everything.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before I got busy complying. I kicked off my jeans and pulled my t-shirt over my head, but left my boxer briefs on because she hadn’t said I should take them off, and I didn’t want to rush her. When I turned back from tossing my shirt onto the floor, Natalie had her bra off.
Seeing her perfect body atop my sea of white bedding was a feast for the eyes. Her nipples were a flawless pink, two little dollops I couldn’t wait to suck on. The swell of her sexy tits was mouth-wateringly gorgeous, and I couldn’t stop looking at them. Her body was unfuckingbelievable.
“Jesus, baby… you’re so fucking beautiful,” I told her as I leaned in and pulled her to me.
Fisting her hair, I tilted her face back and kissed her passionately. My hunger for her was growing by the minute, and my dick was already weeping pre-cum. I’d never felt such all-consuming need before, ever. I didn’t just want Natalie—I physically had to make her mine. It was all I could think of. I kissed her long and hard, enjoying the little whimpers of need she let out along the way. When I broke the kiss, I licked along her jaw and down to her neck before moving on to her collarbone.
I continued my way down to her right nipple, swirling my tongue around it over and over again before I finally wrapped my lips around it and sucked. Her breathing was erratic as I divided my attention between the right and left breast, tasting every single inch of both. Her flawless skin tasted as good as it looked, and I knew I was already an addict. The scent of her pussy was calling to me, and my mouth was watering with the need to taste. I’d lay there to suck and play with her tits all day, but her pussy was calling me, and it was time for me to answer.
Lifting my head, I looked down to her pussy. She was fucking picture-perfect, just like I knew she would be. Spreading her legs, I shifted down her body until I was between them and face to face with my new obsession. I’d never seen such a tight little cunt, so perfectly proportioned. Her tiny little clit was just peeking out of her puffy pussy lips, and I licked my lips as I stared at it. Her visible wetness was a huge fucking turn-on, and I groaned as I thrust my hips into my mattress in the hope of getting some relief. I looked up at her and grinned when I saw the dreamy expression on her face.
“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you scream,” I promised.
Her lips parted, her mouth forming a perfect O.
“Jordan,” she whispered.
“My angel,” I whispered back.
Sliding my hands under her, I cupped her ass and held her where I wanted her. Leaning in, I rubbed my nose against her silky mound, inhaling her sexy scent as I did. Unable to wait a second longer, I dropped down and licked along the seam of her pussy lips. Her taste spread across my tongue like a hit of the best drug ever. My eyes were closed as I drank it in, sticking my tongue between her lips and wiggling it against her.
I loved the taste of her so much I would’ve willingly drowned myself in it, in her. Remember before when I said I loved pussy?
I didn’t know it at the time, but I lied. Before Natalie, I merely liked it.
With Natalie, I loved it. Anyone who came before her didn’t matter in the slightest and they never would. She was it.
I was obsessed with the way she tasted and the heat of her against my tongue. Her fingers worked their way into my hair, which only made me crazier for her. I rolled my tongue back and forth in quick repetitive motions, loving the way she thrust herself against my tongue.
“Jordan,” she cried. “Just… please!”
I no longer needed to hold her ass since her legs were slung over my shoulders. With one hand I separated her little lips, and with the other, I started tracing circles against her wet opening. Natalie shrieked and shivered beneath me as my nose rubbed against her clit, my tongue darting in and out of her. I couldn’t have stopped for anything. Pleasing her was my only purpose in life.
Moving my tongue back to her clit, I started devouring her like a man possessed. Her cries echoed throughout the room, and I found myself continuously thrusting against the mattress below me. With my free hand, I traced a finger against her little opening before sliding it in. My breath came out in a whoosh when I came up against a barrier.
Jesus. Fuck. She was a virgin. Just when I thought she couldn’t get any more perfect, she proved me wrong. Lifting my tongue from her clit, I looked up at her.
“Baby,” I rasped. “Look at me.”
She whimpered as she looked between her legs at me.
“I’ve never been a patient man but for you, I’ll wait. We don’t have to do anything more than this today, Angel. I’ve waited a lifetime for you, another few months—”
“No,” she said desperately. “I want you, Jordan. I need you now. Not tomorrow and not three months from now, either. I’ve waited long enough.”
She was such perfection it almost hurt to look at her. I was staggered that she was choosing me to take her virginity. There had to have been a trail of broken-hearted men and boys behind her, all who would’ve killed to be in my position, all who would’ve given anything to touch, taste and fuck her tight little body.
Instead of letting them have her, she waited for me.
Mine. Mine. Forever mine.
“You brought me a gift,” I breathed. “You didn’t want to let just anyone into this little pussy did you, Angel? No boy could ever, ever have deserved this perfect little cunt,” I told her.
She nodded. “I was waiting.”
“For me,” I asserted.
She full body shuddered as she nodded again. “For you,” she whispered.
“Your cunt is so hot and wet,” I murmured. “It had to have been so hard. Your little pussy has wanted to be full of cock for a long time, hasn’t it?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
I grinned before sliding my tongue up and down her clit half a dozen times, drinking in her moans as her pussy got even wetter. When I pulled back, I looked up at her.
“You were so desperate you found yourself looking at that suction cup cock in the store wondering if you should just do it yourself, didn’t you?”
Another nod. “Yessss… I wanted…”
“To be filled,” I groaned.
When her legs went taut on my shoulders as she thrust against my mouth, I felt like a fucking god. She was right on the edge, and it was all because of me.
“There, there, there,” she wailed. “Oh God, Jordan! Now!”
Her entire body trembled as she came with a short scream that turned into her chanting my name over and over again. I think she expected me to stop, but I didn’t. She was a virgin which meant I wanted to make sure she was soaking wet and beyond aroused when it came time to shove my cock in her.
I pulled back for a second before turning her over and positioning her face down with her ass up. The way her pussy lips glistened with her wetness made me crazy. Gripping her ass cheeks in my hands, I began feasting on her tight cunt from the back. She rolled her hips and cried out as my tongue drove her crazy. Again and again, I wiggled my tongue as far inside of her as I could get before sucking her clit into my mouth. Her
pussy was wet and slippery, the heat of her arousal making me crazy. I knew exactly what she wanted, knew just what I had to do to get her there. As I sucked and swirled my tongue around her clit, she let out a long moan.
“I’m coming,” she cried. “Coming, coming!”
She’d have collapsed on the bed if I hadn’t had a grip on her. When I felt her start pitching forward, I gripped her hips to hold her in place as I lapped up every bit of her arousal.
I turned her over when I knew she was finished, and for countless seconds I could do nothing but stare at my woman in wonder. She was so goddamn beautiful my heart skipped a half-dozen beats as I looked her over. Her chest was flushed a deep pink and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She whimpered when I spread her legs. Taking position between them, I started tracing her belly button with my tongue. I was full of pride at how quickly her stomach rose and fell beneath my tongue because she was so out of breath from her orgasms.
“Jordan,” she whimpered. “I need you. Please.”
I full body shuddered at her words. It was time to take her virginity. I stood up and pulled off my boxer briefs in one fluid motion. That was when it dawned on me that I needed protection. Holding up a finger I told her to give me a second. As a rule, I didn’t fuck in my bed. Ever. I’d never had a woman in my room because I didn’t want to have to sleep on pillows that smelled like someone I didn’t know. I was glad Natalie was the first but it sucked that I had to leave the room. My cock was painfully hard as I raced down the hall into the guest room I normally used for sex. I hurried to the bedside table and ripped it open with such force the drawer flew out. I had zero fucks to give about the furniture, didn’t even blink as the drawer crashed to the floor. I grabbed a handful of condoms before I turned and ran back down the hall to Natalie.
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