hundred electric eels.
He let out a choked curse as he climaxed, his face just inches above hers and mirroring his every intense expression. Tiana gasped at the visual, shivering at how powerfully he lost control, just like he did everything else. No holds barred. She whined, straining against his restraining fist still wrapped around her wrists. With a groan, he let her go, burying his face in her throat for a moment.
Tiana’s hands and legs fell to the mattress, her breathing ragged in the cool room as she stared up at the spinning ceiling. What the hell just happened?
Suddenly he rolled off her, muttered something about the condom and left to go to the bathroom. Tiana heard water running as she painstakingly edged herself upwards to the other side of the bed, leaving room for when he returned. Her legs still hadn’t stopped shaking. She didn’t understand what had come over her.
For months, she’d thought nothing about sex apart from the occasional self-pleasuring at those unbearable times of the month when her libido was to the roof. But even then, sometimes she was just too busy to dwell on her lack of sexual gratification and now here she was; unable to go a week without wanting some. Jordan had done something to her and she couldn’t decide if she liked it or not.
She was propped up on her elbows when Jordan returned, still in his pants and dress shirt. Tiana stared at him and still couldn’t believe he was a male escort. Not that she’d met any to make that assumption, but there was just something about the way he moved and looked. Everything about him spelled power, refinement and intelligence. A man like him couldn’t really be making a career of entertaining women for money, right?
Tiana still didn’t get it, but thinking about Jordan being with other women the way he was with her suddenly made her feel…icky. Now that the sexual high had dimmed, she could look at this with a lot more perspective. She was wildly attracted to him though.
She’d quickly gotten over the fact that they were different in a lot of ways. Culturally, they probably didn’t really move in the same spheres. Socially, she could tell he was one of those Ivy League types even without being told while she’d basically started from the rough side of the tracks before dedication to succeed got her the scholarships that had taken her through respectable colleges. Tiana was no genius but she could read a lot about people – after all she was in the PR business and successful at it. And there was something about Jordan that spelled much more mystery than she’d expected to deal with.
“You okay?” he murmured with that same cocky grin that on another man, she’d have liked to slap off. But hey, the man had made her see stars – again. He deserved to be cocky. He stretched out next to her, turning his head to view her now modestly half-covered by the comforter.
“I’m good.” Her smile was a little wry. “How about you, big boy?”
Jordan smiled, linking his arms behind his head. “You called me baby.”
“Oh shit. Sorry. Got carried away.” Tiana’s cheeks felt hot as she remembered doing just that. What had she been thinking?
He laughed, but didn’t push it. “So, anything in particular you want to do tonight? I mean we still have two more hours.”
Just then he reached out, flicked her hair over her shoulder and then pushed down one strap of her dress, exposing more and more of her flesh as he drew it down to her elbow. One brown nipple popped free, and Tiana felt it go rigid just with him staring at it. His eyes gleamed brightly for a moment.
“You have a beautiful body, Tiana,” he said almost conversationally though his eyes grew hooded. “And your breasts are gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” Tiana said, her throat tight as she felt his hand hover over the uncovered tit, before skimming over it with the pad of his fingers. Tiana’s breath caught as he began to roll her fat nipple between his thumb and
He let out a choked curse as he climaxed, his face just inches above hers and mirroring his every intense expression. Tiana gasped at the visual, shivering at how powerfully he lost control, just like he did everything else. No holds barred. She whined, straining against his restraining fist still wrapped around her wrists. With a groan, he let her go, burying his face in her throat for a moment.
Tiana’s hands and legs fell to the mattress, her breathing ragged in the cool room as she stared up at the spinning ceiling. What the hell just happened?
Suddenly he rolled off her, muttered something about the condom and left to go to the bathroom. Tiana heard water running as she painstakingly edged herself upwards to the other side of the bed, leaving room for when he returned. Her legs still hadn’t stopped shaking. She didn’t understand what had come over her.
For months, she’d thought nothing about sex apart from the occasional self-pleasuring at those unbearable times of the month when her libido was to the roof. But even then, sometimes she was just too busy to dwell on her lack of sexual gratification and now here she was; unable to go a week without wanting some. Jordan had done something to her and she couldn’t decide if she liked it or not.
She was propped up on her elbows when Jordan returned, still in his pants and dress shirt. Tiana stared at him and still couldn’t believe he was a male escort. Not that she’d met any to make that assumption, but there was just something about the way he moved and looked. Everything about him spelled power, refinement and intelligence. A man like him couldn’t really be making a career of entertaining women for money, right?
Tiana still didn’t get it, but thinking about Jordan being with other women the way he was with her suddenly made her feel…icky. Now that the sexual high had dimmed, she could look at this with a lot more perspective. She was wildly attracted to him though.
She’d quickly gotten over the fact that they were different in a lot of ways. Culturally, they probably didn’t really move in the same spheres. Socially, she could tell he was one of those Ivy League types even without being told while she’d basically started from the rough side of the tracks before dedication to succeed got her the scholarships that had taken her through respectable colleges. Tiana was no genius but she could read a lot about people – after all she was in the PR business and successful at it. And there was something about Jordan that spelled much more mystery than she’d expected to deal with.
“You okay?” he murmured with that same cocky grin that on another man, she’d have liked to slap off. But hey, the man had made her see stars – again. He deserved to be cocky. He stretched out next to her, turning his head to view her now modestly half-covered by the comforter.
“I’m good.” Her smile was a little wry. “How about you, big boy?”
Jordan smiled, linking his arms behind his head. “You called me baby.”
“Oh shit. Sorry. Got carried away.” Tiana’s cheeks felt hot as she remembered doing just that. What had she been thinking?
He laughed, but didn’t push it. “So, anything in particular you want to do tonight? I mean we still have two more hours.”
Just then he reached out, flicked her hair over her shoulder and then pushed down one strap of her dress, exposing more and more of her flesh as he drew it down to her elbow. One brown nipple popped free, and Tiana felt it go rigid just with him staring at it. His eyes gleamed brightly for a moment.
“You have a beautiful body, Tiana,” he said almost conversationally though his eyes grew hooded. “And your breasts are gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” Tiana said, her throat tight as she felt his hand hover over the uncovered tit, before skimming over it with the pad of his fingers. Tiana’s breath caught as he began to roll her fat nipple between his thumb and
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