Dammit, she's got me so wound up I can barely think.

Jordan's cream is still on my tongue and coating my beard and her lingering taste is driving me crazy. I could eat her sweet pussy all night, make her come till she passes out, she tastes so good, but if I don't get inside her first, I'm likely to lose control like a teenager.

I know she wants me inside her as I bad I do. The breathless way she whispers up at me and the glassy look in her eyes when I kiss her are like drugs that cloud my reason and it's all I can do not to drive my fucking rod home in one stroke.

I'm determined not to do that though. I'm going to hold out and make her tell me exactly what she wants if it kills me.

It's been long enough since I was with a woman that it might too.

She almost gets me to cave when she squirms her hips beneath me. I feel the head of my cock brush against her entrance and the only thing that keeps me from giving in is how bad I want to hear that breathless little voice of hers begging me to fuck her.

I have to pin her arms over her head so she can't drag me inside her and I swear it's like pouring gasoline on a fire when I look down at her with both her wrists clasped in one hand.

I manage to choke out a laugh at her attempt to take control from her position beneath me. "Tell me, Jordan. What do you want?"

The glazed look clouding her eyes clears momentarily. I watch her throat work in a hard swallow as she catches her lower lip between her teeth. Our eyes are locked together and something seems to pass between us. My cock throbs with new need to feel her on me and I'm about to give it what it wants without waiting for her answer.

"Fuck me, Stryker." Her voice is soft but strong, clear and commanding, "I need you inside me."

Her body twists under mine again and this time I can't hold out.

Without another second of hesitation I slam into her in a single stroke. She's so wet, there's no resistance. She's so hot I think I'm going to lose it.

Shit. I know it's been awhile but that's not what has me counting backward from a hundred just to keep from blowing my load too fucking fast. It's Jordan. It's the way her body fits mine and begs me to fill her with my seed. It's the way her hands cling to me when I forget I was holding them down and I wrap my arms around her and hang on for dear life. It's the cry in her voice and the soft profanities she whispers in my ear as I feel her body adjust to my intrusion. The smell of her body on my beard and the scent of her shampoo in my nostrils as I bury my face into her neck-- everything about this moment is filled with Jordan and on some visceral level I'm sure no other woman would feel this good.

I hold her against me, pulling myself as deep inside her as I can get, and then I try to hold still and just savor the feel of her tight little cunt clenching around me.

Jordan's not going for it. She stills only for a moment to take me in and then any trace of shyness is gone as her voice goes raspy with her demands as her body moves against mine.

Whether it's the way her body reacts to mine or the far away sound in her voice as she repeats my name, she's making me lose it. It's all I can do to hold it together till I feel her walls grip my dick and clench down so tight I stop breathing.

Jordan's fingers tighten on my biceps and her eyes fly open and find mine.

That. That right there-- watching her look at me while she comes is my undoing. I feel my balls draw tight and before I can think better of it, I'm pumping my seed inside her by the bucket load.

I swear I feel her tighten up on me and go over the edge another time with me but I'm so fucking lost in my own release all I can do is hang on to her till every fucking muscle in my body gives way on me and I collapse over her.

"Thank you," I hear myself tell her. Damn, I sound like a fucking chump. I can't believe thank you is the first thing that came to my mind but I'm so damn close to passing out I'm surprised I could think of anything at all.

My head fits perfectly into the space between her neck and her shoulder. Shit, maybe I oughta get off of her, clean myself up, let her clean herself up. Maybe I should go crawl into bed, give her the option of whether or not she wants to join me. But my head fits just right where it's laying above her breast and I can hear the steady beat of her heart as it slows back to normal under my ear.

My arms feel good too, with one draped over her, pulling her close to me and the other stretched out on the floor above her head.

I'd probably be more motivated to get up if her fingers weren't combing through my hair. She doesn't feel like she's ready to get up and she hasn't said anything that gives me the impression that she's uncomfortable. So I stay where I am. I let her soft touch lull me further toward sleep and tighten my arm around her.

There's a sense of needing to make sure she's close, like I need to protect her from something-- make sure she's OK and nothing's going to be able to harm her or take her from me while I drift off to the feel of her hand tracing the side of my face, down my shoulder, and over the arm that's clinging to her like she's my prized possession.

All those thoughts ramble through my brain on their way to someplace where they make more sense. Right now I just need to sleep with my body wrapped around this woman like she was mine.

I know that's not the case. It's not what I want and judging from our earlier conversation, it ain't what she wants either. We're just two lonely people coming to a mutual understanding for the little bit of time we're together in the same place.

That's all I'm looking for anyway.

As soon as the gas tanker gets here, Jordan'll be on her way back home to figure out whatever the fuck she's going to do with her life next and I'll be here minding the store, drinking beer with the mutt, and letting the stars at night remind me why I stay.

"Wish you could stay longer," I think I hear myself mutter as I softly kiss the skin I'm laying on, "there's plenty of room for you."

Her voice sounds like it's coming from very far away and I don't really hear what she says when she answers. I'm already asleep and just starting on the sweetest dream that someone's finally redecorated this dump.