Chapter Seventeen

Chastity

I wasn’t sure how long we sat in the bathtub relaxing together, because I dozed off. The warm water, Jordan’s body against mine, his relaxing touch – it was all too perfect, but all too much for me after the exhausting, stressful day we’d had.

I awoke to the sound of water splashing as Jordan moved behind me. He was trying to move gently, like he was afraid to wake me, but I stared up at him with sleepy eyes and a smile on my face. My hands had shriveled up like raisins and the water around us had grown cold. Looking around, I saw that most of the candles had burned low, which told me that we’d probably been in the water for a good, long while.

I moved to stand up, but Jordan stopped me, placing a gentle hand on my arm. He climbed out of the bathtub first without saying a word. Once he was out, he turned and reached down with his strong arms, lifting me from the bath tub like I was lighter than a feather. Water splashed all over his bathroom floor, but he didn’t seem to mind. He merely picked me up, smiling down at me, and carried me from the bathroom into the living area of his studio.

His bed was tucked away in a little nook. Nice and tidy with navy blue sheets and a white down comforter. It looked so comfortable and cozy that it called to me. Beckoned me to crawl beneath the covers and sleep forever. The air in his studio was chilly, now more so that I was wet and out of the water. But Jordan’s arms and body, as he pressed me close to him, were warm and cozy. I suspected his bed would be too. Especially with him curled up beside me.

Jordan laid me down on the bed gently, pulling the comforter back and then laying it over me. He tucked me in before kissing me lightly on the forehead. He did all of this without saying a single word, and somehow it felt more intimate than anything we’d done so far.

Earlier, Jordan had mentioned bringing me home so we could fuck like bunnies. It was an idea that had appealed to me greatly. But now, it felt different. It felt like there was more there between us than just sex.

Jordan slid into bed next to me, wrapping his large body around me and pulling me close. The scent of jasmine lingered on both of our bodies, and it relaxed me even more. He pushed the hair from my face and stared into my eyes. It was hard not to get lost in his bright, turquoise eyes. A person could drown in them, honestly. They could get lost at sea and carried away, never to be seen again.

At least that’s what it felt like when I stared into them. I wanted to lose myself in the sea of his eyes because it was so beautiful and the experience would be worth it, no matter what happened in the end.

Jordan closed his eyes and leaned into me, pressing his lips to mine. It wasn’t the passionate, desperate kissing of someone who wanted to fuck. No, it was surprising in that it was a gentle and vulnerable kiss. The type of kiss you experienced when nothing else is expected of you. Kissing for kissing’s sake.

Even though I was exhausted, my body yearned for him. I reached out to him, touching that perfect chest, slowly sliding my hand lower, circling his belly button as my tongue slipped into his mouth. Then I moved lower, reaching for his cock, only to have him grab my hands and stop me. I pulled back from the kiss and stared into his eyes, shocked by the obvious rejection. Jordan had never turned me down before, and for a second, thinking that he was rejecting me, I felt a sharp stab of pain in my heart.

It faded almost immediately though, when I saw the look in his eyes. There was lust there – his eyes were filled with a need and a hunger he couldn’t hide. It wasn’t a lack of desire causing him to reject me, it was something more. Something – deeper.

He held my hands in his as he kissed me again, his mouth moving to my neck. He dotted kisses along my cheeks, neck and my collarbone before letting go of my hands. Moving gently, he pushed the comforter off of me, exposing my body completely. He nudged me onto my back and moved until he was on top of me, bracing himself on his arms.

With a gentle smile on his lips, Jordan started to kiss lower, moving his lips down to my breasts. He stared up at me as he took my hard nipple into his mouth. But, he was aware of the aches and pains I’d told him about earlier and he didn’t suck too hard. It was a small gesture, but one that not only stunned me because it had been such a passing comment, but one that made me smile. The sensation of his tongue moving over my nipple caused my back to arch upward from the bed and a soft moan to escape my lips.

God, even when my body ached and I was half-dead with utter exhaustion, I wanted him. No man in my life had ever had that sort of powerful effect on me before. It was mind-blowing and I had a hard time understanding what his hold over me was at times.

Jordan took my other nipple into his mouth, paying equal attention to the left as he had the right. Licking, but not sucking too hard, and lighting a fire deep inside me. It was like he’d discovered a direct line of electricity that ran from my nipples, straight down to my pussy. His mouth on my nipples ignited a sensation that caused my body to ache with a need to be filled up by him. It was like my body was crying out for Jordan to slip his cock into me. To fill the empty space between my legs, and it would ache and ache until it finally got what it wanted.

Jordan moved his mouth lower, focusing his lips and tongue on my belly. Even though it was a tad rounder than I liked it to be – I blamed the stress-eating from the catalog launch – Jordan treated my body like a temple. Like a priceless work of art. His hands tickled the sides of my body as he kissed my tummy, moving ever so slowly even lower.

With his hands, he gently parted my legs, spreading me open before him. He looked up at me with a flirtatious little smile and continued kissing my inner thighs – skipping over my more intimate parts in favor of teasing me instead. I groaned and reached for him, begging him, my voice breathy and filled with desire.

“Please, Jordan, I need you,” I said.

Jordan stared up at me with his aqua-colored eyes before lowering his head again and using his tongue to delve into the folds of my pussy. The very tip of his tongue circled my slit slowly, making me moan like a whore and writhe against the bedding.

“Yes, Jordan – oh yes!” I gasped. “Yes, baby. Fuck yes.”

He grabbed my hips and held onto me tightly as he drove his tongue deep into me. He licked and sucked, sliding his tongue up and down my wet, swollen lips, before driving it into my hot little opening again, making me cry out. As he fucked me with his tongue, I reached out with my hands grabbing onto anything I could as powerful waves of sensation rolled through me.

Jordan took his time, though, tasting and licking me instead of rushing things along. Like before with the kiss, it didn’t feel like a means to an end. He wasn’t just trying to get me wet so he could fuck me. No, the way he was going down on me, the things he was doing– it was as if Jordan didn’t expect anything more from me. It was like all he wanted was to please me. As he licked and sucked on my tight little twat, I had to say, that he was doing a damn fine job of it too.

I looked down my body, watching the top of his head between my thighs, his face lost in my pussy. All I could see was the top of his head moving as he licked and sucked on me. I cried out and reached for him, tangling my fingers in his hair and giving it a hard yank as a bolt of electric pleasure shot through me.

Jordan took my hand in one of his and laid it down upon my belly. He looked up at me from between my legs, his lips and chin glistening with my juices and I felt those eyes boring into my very soul. I was feeling such bliss that my head was spinning. I was so caught up in the moment, I opened my mouth and almost said something I shouldn’t have. But there was part of me that so badly wanted to convey how I felt for him.

“I – I –” I stopped and closed my mouth, pressing my head back against the pillows.

Jordan went back to work on me as I wondered to myself. I knew what I’d been about to say, but the question in my mind was – did I love him? Or was it merely the intensity of the moment, the bond we shared, and the connection we had that almost let it slip out of my mouth as he pleasured me?

I couldn’t bring myself to say it, not just because I wasn’t sure – but because I didn’t want Jordan to stop. I didn’t want to scare him away, in case I was reading things all wrong.

“God, I love what you do to me,” I said instead, hoping it provided me with cover.

It was so hard to put into words how I felt, especially in that moment. My insides felt warm and mushy when I was around him. And every time our eyes met, my heart would race. There was something there between us – and it was more than just his magical mouth and his ability to make me cum.

There was definitely something more there. The question rattling around in my mind was – what was it?