Double Dealing(43)

"And if Francois wants to join in?" I asked, smiling as she turned her desire filled but still sleepy eyes towards me. I kissed her neck, tasting the silky smoothness of her skin. "He’ll be jealous that I have you to myself."

"Then he'll have to get used to it," Jordan whispered, “we can’t all be involved every time.”

Turning over to face me, Jordan's fingers traced through my hair while we continued to kiss, my thumb brushing over her nipple. We stayed that way for minutes, kissing and caressing one another, just enjoying the touching and the simple caresses. She brought her knee up to rest on the outside of my thigh, and I could smell the heady scent of her arousal through the gap in the blanket. "Make love to me, Felix," she whispered, reaching down to fondle my cock. "Show me the tenderness you’re so good at."

Our kisses grew deeper, Jordan's tongue coming out to tease mine, her lips molding to my mouth. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her on top of me to let me use both hands to explore the wonderful curves of her body. I traced each and every inch, loving it all, from the dimple on her right shoulder blade to the natural hollow of her spine. Her hips slid back and forth, grinding against my cock which was still trapped inside my underpants, aching to escape.

"Hold on," I whispered, reaching down. I didn't need to push my shorts all the way off, I just needed to free myself enough for both Jordan and me to be able to do what we both needed.

She sat up high, her breasts beautiful as she slipped her hips back and forth on me, riding me and relishing in the pleasure it brought her. Reaching up, I laced my fingers with hers, holding as still as I could. It was difficult, Jordan was so beautiful and she gripped my cock so wonderfully, but this was for her. I wanted her to feel totally fulfilled, and that meant at first letting her pleasure herself. There would be time for me later.

Her hips started to lift up and down some, thrusting herself over and over onto me in short little jabs that combined with her hypnotic back and forth to rub her deep inside. A joyful little smile spread across the angel's bow of her lips, and soft little whimpers came over and over from inside her chest as her breasts quivered in front of me. "Yes, yes, yes . . .”

I echoed her cries, my cock throbbing with every little slap of her hips against mine. Jordan looked down and grinned, bending down to capture my mouth in hers. She pulled me over on top of her, her legs spreading to give me deep, full access to her body. My hips took over for hers, driving in and out of her. Still, I didn't go too hard. Not yet.

"What are you waiting for?" Jordan asked when she realized I was holding back.

"Taking my time, and the luxury of you," I said, demonstrating by slowing my hips down to the point it felt like I was dragging myself in and out with agonizing slowness. I wallowed in that luxury, smiling as we both slowly built the release within ourselves.

Jordan's cheeks and neck flushed, pink traveling all the way down to between her breasts, her hips lifting to meet me. Her eyes grew darker, begging silently, but still I teased her until I could stand it no longer. With a soft grunt of warning, I drove in harder and harder, giving in to the need inside of me. Our souls co-mingling, separated by only a hair's breadth from a perfect union  , I pushed to close that last gap, knowing that when I did, our release would be cataclysmic.

"Felix . . .” Jordan moaned, clutching at my neck and pulling me in for a deep kiss. I felt her body tense, on the edge, and I gave myself over, filling her as fast and as hard as I could, chasing that sensation that was mind blowing yet always just out of reach. With a sharp gasp, Jordan came, squeezing down on me, and I found it. Paradise flooded my body as I found my own release, tears coming to my eyes at the intensity of it all.





Chapter 17





Francois




The next day, Felix went to the bank to deal with some of the financial issues we had pressing after months overseas. The Internet is a wonderful tool, but there are certain things that must be done in person, especially when so many of our investments and bank dealings are not always ones we wanted Interpol to know about. Leaving as soon as breakfast was finished, he told us as he’d be gone for some time. "Spreading the cash around takes a lot of effort sometimes," he explained to Jordan.

All it really meant was that I got to spend the entire afternoon alone with Jordan, something I was more than ready for. “You ready?” I asked her as she was fussing with her sweater. "Don’t worry, you look beautiful."

"I feel frumpy," she complained, tugging at the hem. "French girls are supposed to look glamorous and sexy. You know, skinny jeans and slinky cuts and all that. I feel like an American girl from the Midwest."