being that if he was not inside her in the next second, he would release on himself.
He pushed her backwards unto the sofa and knelt between her thighs, sliding a finger into the throbbing flesh at the apex of her thighs and she moaned in pleasure. She was moist and ready for him; he growled with satisfaction, his mouth seeking her breasts and circling each with his tongue.
He hoisted one of her legs unto his shoulder, pausing to run his lips along the smooth skin. Through the haze of passion he glimpsed her appearance; her lids were heavy with passion, her swollen mouth gaping and a strained expression on her face. She arched her spine, shrill moans of ecstasy escaping her, as he burrowed himself into her pulsing core, gripping her hips as he ground into her over and over, faster, harder until she shouted his name in release. Her body gripped him, milking him until his body shook with the enormity of his climax. Drained, he fell back against the arm of the couch, taking her with him, their breathing labored.
WHO WAS CALLING AT THIS UNGODLY hour of the morning, Lauren thought as she tried to ignore the piercing buzz of the phone somewhere in the distance. She could also hear a shower running nearby. Jordan! She shrank into the bed linens as she recalled her reckless behavior of the night before. He must have carried her to bed because she could not recall how she had gotten there. Groaning, she hauled herself out of bed in search of her cell, she found it in the sitting room.
“Hello”, she said, picking up her scattered clothing from where they had fallen the night before.
“Lauren”, Anna’s excited voice responded, “you’re in the celebrity column of the papers”.
“You’re such a liar”, her heart clenched with fear, she had tried her utmost to stay away from the media.
“I had to read the column twice to make sure it was you”, Anna blubbered on, “You look stunning, gold is definitely your color”.
“More like half naked”, she had been so uncomfortable in the dress.
“Nonsense”, Anna insisted and then exclaimed, “Who’s the sexy hunk latching onto your arm”.
There must be a paper here somewhere; her eyes scanned the room, there. She picked it up and rummaged through the leaves. There she was, in all her golden semi nude glory, alongside Jordan.
“Jordan”, she muttered distractedly, her mind grappling for an explanation for Nana.
“I know that; his name is also there”, Anna said, agitatedly, “ italso says here you came and left together” .
Her heart sank to her toes as she read it for herself .
“You’re keeping secrets Lauren McKenzie”, she said, trying to sound stern.
She jumped as Jordan came up behind her and softly kissed her nape.
“Who is it babe?"
“I’ll talk to you later Ann”, Lauren responded as her body began to tingle.
‘No, don’t hang up…” Anna said desperately as the line went dead.
“I have to go into the office”, he must have seen the disappointment on her face, “I’m sorry, it’s an emergency”.
He kissed her swiftly and headed for the door, “I’ll be back as soon as I can”.
She went to take a shower, all the while hoping that Nana wouldn't see the article.
JORDAN WAS RIGHT , SHE REALLY should not have been so worried; his parents were wonderful. His mother was a medium size woman with brown eyes, thin lips and straight nose while his father was the spitting image of Jordan, only a size bigger in built with a laugh loud enough to shake a three story building.
A week had passed since her exotic weekend in Negril with Jordan, she colored at the memory. They had barely gotten out of bed the entire three days of their stay; she shivered at the thought of the delightful things he had done to her.
“Lauren”, her head snapped up to see all eyes at the table trained on her.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” she was totally embarrassed.
“Mom was asking what your plans are after college”,
He pushed her backwards unto the sofa and knelt between her thighs, sliding a finger into the throbbing flesh at the apex of her thighs and she moaned in pleasure. She was moist and ready for him; he growled with satisfaction, his mouth seeking her breasts and circling each with his tongue.
He hoisted one of her legs unto his shoulder, pausing to run his lips along the smooth skin. Through the haze of passion he glimpsed her appearance; her lids were heavy with passion, her swollen mouth gaping and a strained expression on her face. She arched her spine, shrill moans of ecstasy escaping her, as he burrowed himself into her pulsing core, gripping her hips as he ground into her over and over, faster, harder until she shouted his name in release. Her body gripped him, milking him until his body shook with the enormity of his climax. Drained, he fell back against the arm of the couch, taking her with him, their breathing labored.
WHO WAS CALLING AT THIS UNGODLY hour of the morning, Lauren thought as she tried to ignore the piercing buzz of the phone somewhere in the distance. She could also hear a shower running nearby. Jordan! She shrank into the bed linens as she recalled her reckless behavior of the night before. He must have carried her to bed because she could not recall how she had gotten there. Groaning, she hauled herself out of bed in search of her cell, she found it in the sitting room.
“Hello”, she said, picking up her scattered clothing from where they had fallen the night before.
“Lauren”, Anna’s excited voice responded, “you’re in the celebrity column of the papers”.
“You’re such a liar”, her heart clenched with fear, she had tried her utmost to stay away from the media.
“I had to read the column twice to make sure it was you”, Anna blubbered on, “You look stunning, gold is definitely your color”.
“More like half naked”, she had been so uncomfortable in the dress.
“Nonsense”, Anna insisted and then exclaimed, “Who’s the sexy hunk latching onto your arm”.
There must be a paper here somewhere; her eyes scanned the room, there. She picked it up and rummaged through the leaves. There she was, in all her golden semi nude glory, alongside Jordan.
“Jordan”, she muttered distractedly, her mind grappling for an explanation for Nana.
“I know that; his name is also there”, Anna said, agitatedly, “ italso says here you came and left together” .
Her heart sank to her toes as she read it for herself .
“You’re keeping secrets Lauren McKenzie”, she said, trying to sound stern.
She jumped as Jordan came up behind her and softly kissed her nape.
“Who is it babe?"
“I’ll talk to you later Ann”, Lauren responded as her body began to tingle.
‘No, don’t hang up…” Anna said desperately as the line went dead.
“I have to go into the office”, he must have seen the disappointment on her face, “I’m sorry, it’s an emergency”.
He kissed her swiftly and headed for the door, “I’ll be back as soon as I can”.
She went to take a shower, all the while hoping that Nana wouldn't see the article.
JORDAN WAS RIGHT , SHE REALLY should not have been so worried; his parents were wonderful. His mother was a medium size woman with brown eyes, thin lips and straight nose while his father was the spitting image of Jordan, only a size bigger in built with a laugh loud enough to shake a three story building.
A week had passed since her exotic weekend in Negril with Jordan, she colored at the memory. They had barely gotten out of bed the entire three days of their stay; she shivered at the thought of the delightful things he had done to her.
“Lauren”, her head snapped up to see all eyes at the table trained on her.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” she was totally embarrassed.
“Mom was asking what your plans are after college”,
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