Men!

Jordan went after his dad despite his mother’s request for him to just leave it alone. “I can’t mom,” he told her. “I know you don’t understand but I need this to be over with. I need dad to care about me.”

“Oh Jordan,” his mother rolled her eyes. “Your father has cared about you from the moment I told him I was pregnant.”

“Then he has a funny way of showing it,” Jordan replied as he headed for the door.

Once the front door closed behind him, his mom turned to me. “Why didn’t you stop him?” She demanded. “You are always jumping, why didn’t you do it this time?”

I was floored. “You indicated for me to stay out of it Harriet. And besides, I think it’s time they had it out over this; it’s been eating away at Jordan for years.”

“You just don’t like to see them getting along!”

“Are you kidding me?” I snorted. “I’ve wanted them to get along for years. I want Jordan to be happy but he can’t be if he feels like he has to prove something to John all the time. He doesn’t need to prove anything; he’s a good man and a good father.”

“Do you think we don’t know that Anna?” Crossing her arms over her chest, she asked me if I thought they were stupid. “He’s my son, I know what’s going on with him and I know what kind of man he is.”

I sighed; I really didn’t want to argue with Harriet. “Let’s just let Jordan and John work this out between them,” I offered and motioned towards the living room. “Why don’t we go see what Jenna is doing?”

With the mention of her granddaughter, Harriet’s frown disappeared and she smiled. “Isn’t Jenna just the most adorable little girl you’ve ever seen?” She inquired. “I had to get some pictures of her, the girls at the bingo hall want to see how big she’s getting.”

Jenna had us sitting at her little pink princess table holding tiny plastic princess cups when Jordan and John came back into the house. “Oh my God!” I dropped the cup when I saw Jordan. “What the heck happened to you?” I was on my feet and over to him before he could even reply.

“Nothing,” he pulled away from the hand that I had brought up to his face.

“What do you mean ‘nothing’? You’re bleeding!” I went to touch him again but he pulled back.

“It’s nothing,” he insisted.

“Nothing,” I repeated as I glanced over my shoulder to Harriet. “He says it was ‘nothing’.”

Harriet turned to John; he was sporting a bloody nose to go along with Jordan’s split lip. “Don’t look at me like that woman,” John spoke before she could. “The boy said it was nothing and that’s what it is.”

She seemed as shocked as I was. “You hit him?”

John went to reply but Jordan stopped him. “No mom, we talked.”

With a chuckle, John reached out and slapped Jordan on the back. “That’s right. We talked.”

Has Enough Time Passed?

Harriet rambled on and on as I sat with her in Jordan’s living room that morning. There was a moment or two when I was almost wished that John was still being a jerk to Jordan so that I could be in the kitchen with him. I loved it when I had a chance to be that close to him, there was nothing like spending little moments at his side. I loved being with him, whatever he was doing – whether it was standing in the garage, handing him tools whenever he asked or in the kitchen with him as he cooking up something delicious or even sitting on the couch in his arms, just relaxing, while watching a movie. I was so comfortable with him; it seemed that there was nothing outside of the world that we created when we were together. It was perfect.

“So I told John that it would be great having Mike and Eric in town now – it’s been way too long since all my boys were home.”

“Mmhmm,” I nodded but I wasn’t really listening to Harriet. The low voices coming from the kitchen were taunting me; I wanted to know what was going on in there. I wanted to know if this was for real. “Excuse me,” I blurted out as I jumped up.

I left Harriet in a sputter on the couch while I went into the kitchen. “Hey sexy,” I walked up to Jordan and wrapped my arms around his waist. I took a deep breath as I buried my face in the back of his shirt. I love you. My heart soared as I thought those words; I did love him – very much.

“Hey Babe,” his hand closed over mine. “I thought you were hanging out with mom?”

“Yeah,” I sighed and let him go as I noticed his dad trying to pretend he wasn’t watching us. When Jordan turned towards me, I flashed him a smile. “I just wanted to see how breakfast is coming – I’m hungry!” I rubbed my belly for added conviction.

“You are always hungry,” he chuckled as he reached out and placed his hands on my belly. “I can feel the growling!”

“Oh shush!” I slapped playfully at his hands. “You can’t feel anything.”

“No?” He raised a brow. “I can feel –” Jordan stopped short as Jenna’s voice came over the baby monitor resting on top o the fridge.

“I’ll get her!” I spun around and took off for her room.

“The hell you will!” Jordan called out after me before he turned to his dad and told him he’d be back. “Get back here woman!”

“Don’t call me ‘woman’!” I called back at him as I came to a stop outside Jenna’s door.

Jordan came skidding to a stop just in front of me. Before I could move, he wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me to him. “I’ll call you whatever I like,” he growled against my neck. “You’re my wench.”

“Wench!?!” I stared up at him in shock. “I’m not a wench!”

His deep chuckle vibrated against my neck as he pressed his face back there again. “But you don’t deny being mine.”

“Of course not,” I replied immediately. “How can I deny what I know in my heart?”

“Your heart.” He pulled back and I turned my face upwards until our eyes met. I bit my lip as his eyes darkened. “Would you –” his finger travelled down over my chest and stopped over my heart. “Tattoo my name here?”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Because…”

“Ok,” I laughed. He raised a brow. “As soon as you get a tattoo that says, ‘Property of Anna Christenson. No trespassing. All trespassers will be shot on site.’”

He stuck out his bottom lip as he slipped his arms around me again. He stared up at the ceiling, not saying a word; he was thinking. “Ok,” he said finally. “I’ll do it.” Slipping on hand down between us, he cupped himself. “There should be enough room to tattoo that a couple times.”

“Ha ha!” I rolled my eyes. He laughed. “Come on you freak,” I turned to push Jenna’s door open. “There’s a little girl in here who wants out of her wooden prison cell.”

Even though I wanted to be the one to go to Jenna and get her out, I was able to control myself long enough to let Jordan pass in front of me and make his way over there.

“Good morning Sleepyhead!” He exclaimed happily as he bent over the railing to pick her up. “How is Daddy’s little –” his nose crinkled. “Ewwww, what did you do?” He held her out at arm’s length. “Did you poop in your diaper Jenna?”

Jenna stared at him for a moment and then turned to me with a sly smile on her face.

“Oh no,” Jordan chuckled. “I know Anna didn’t poop in your diaper, Stinky Bum!”

Pressing her fist against her mouth, Jenna giggled at the grossed out faces Jordan made as he walked over to her change table. While he started to change her, I slid over to where they were and leaned against the edge of the table. I got a chuckle or two out of the faces he was making and the running commentary on how stinky Jenna’s bum was.

“Remind me not to feed her anything green,” he gagged at one point when he pulled the dirty diaper down over her bum and got a load of what she was packing around. Leaning down, he kissed Jenna’s forehead. “Daddy didn’t need any stinky presents J-Roll. You gave me plenty last weekend!”

She just thought he was the funniest thing going. The entire time he was changing her, she giggled like her life depended on it. I couldn’t help but think that Jordan was a fun dad. This led me to wonder if he could be a serious dad when the situation required.

Of course he could, I thought. Just because he doesn’t like being serious, doesn’t mean that he can’t be. There had been plenty of times that he was required to be serious and he did it well.

Thinking about the kind of father Jordan was led me to wonder if he would be the father of my children. I found that the most I thought about it, the more I really wanted it to happen. I started to wish that we were alone and I was able to talk him into crawling back into bed.

“Anna?” Jordan’s voice was full of concern as he gave me a gentle shake. When I gave him a questioning look, he told me that he had asked a couple times if I was going to come with them to the living room. “Are you ok Babe?”

“Yes,” I smiled, falling into step next to him. “I was just thinking about how much I love you.”

“Really?” He grinned before continuing teasingly. “I suppose I love you too.”

The rest of our visit with his parent’s went really well. While Jordan and John finished breakfast, Jenna and Harriet played with Jenna’s toys on the couch. When we all sat down to eat, John insisted that Jenna sit by him and he proceeded to feed her before he even touched a forkful from his own plate.

Just before his parent’s were about to leave, Jordan decided to tell them how much it meant to him that they came by and visited.

“You say it like it has never happened before,” John commented.

“Well,” Jordan glanced at me. “It hasn’t.”

“Yes it has,” John argued. “I’m pretty damn certain that your mother and I have been over here on more than one occasion to visit you.”

“Then I must not have been home at the time,” Jordan muttered.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Jordan groaned. “Nothing dad, just forget it.”

“No,” John took a step closer to Jordy. “If you got something to say to me son, then you damn well better spit it out.”

I could tell he really wanted too but at the same time he didn’t.

But in the end, he did.

“As far as you’ve been concerned, dad, I’ve been nothing but a disappointment. You’ve never come over to visit me and you barely let mom come see me.” Jordan crossed his arms over his chest and stuck out his chin. “I know damn well if I wasn’t dating Anna, I wouldn’t have spent the morning with you today.”

“That’s not true,” John snapped. “Coming over this morning had nothing to do with Anna!”

“Bullshit!” Jordan bit out. “You never had time for me before. Never!”

“Jordan that’s not true,” his mom cut in.

“No, no,” John waved her off. “Let the boy think whatever he wants Harriet.” John turned to go. “Come on, let go.”

Jordan wasn’t done. “Why didn’t you ever love me dad?”

John stopped.

“You told Anna that bullshit story about blaming me for Nick almost drowning but that was over 20 years ago dad! Why the hell don’t you care about me?” Jordan reached out and spun his dad around. “Why did you hate me? What did I do?”

“I don’t hate you Jordan.”

“Bullshit!”

“I don’t!” You could see that John was becoming more and more frustrated like Jordan was. I wanted to tell Jordan to just leave it but Harriet caught my eye and shook her head. She wanted me to leave it alone and let them do this.

“You do! You’ve always hated me and I don’t know –”

“You never needed me, you son of a bitch!” John yelled at him before spinning around and stomping out the door.

Silence settled over Jordan’s house as the front door slammed shut. I slowly turned to look at Jordan and found him staring at the spot his dad just stood; he was utterly confused.

Change In Plans

“It’s about time!” Harriet exclaimed when Jordan and I slowly made our way into the living room where she was sitting with John. “Now if you’ll just get your shoes on, we can all go out for breakfast.” She elbowed her husband in the side before standing up and straightening her shirt out. Looking around, she frowned. “Jordan, where’s Jenna?”

Jordan shot me a confused look. “She’s still sleeping mom,” he said slowly.

There was a hint of frustration in her voice when she told him to go wake Jenna up and get her ready.

“No mom,” he replied firmly. “I’m not waking Jenna up. We didn’t put her to bed at her usual time last night and I really don’t want to risk her being cranky or whiney all day.”

Harriet told him that it wouldn’t hurt Jenna or him if he woke her up now.

“It’ll have to wait mom, I’m not waking her up.” He tugged on my hand as he spoke. When I looked up at him, he motioned towards the unoccupied arm charm before continuing to ‘lecture’ his parents. “If you wanted to take us out for breakfast this morning, you should’ve called or even told me about it last night. Anna and I already have plans for today you know.”

“Well,” his mom huffed. “I didn’t think that taking a few minutes to enjoy a meal with your parents was asking too much.”

“It’s not mom -” he started but Harriet was already on her way towards the kitchen mumbling something along the lines ‘inconsiderate children’. “Mom!” He dropped my hand and went after her saying that he wasn’t inconsiderate. “I’m just trying to do what’s best for my daughter. She’s sleeping and I’m not going to wake her, I would think you would understand that.”

His mother spun around, “Oh I understand alright!” She snapped as she waved her finger in front of his face. “You don’t think I know anything about having babies? I had three! And two of them were at the same time! I know all about babies and what happens when they don’t get their sleep Jordan! But that didn’t stop me from going out to breakfast with my parents or John’s parents!”

“Stop it Harriet!” John shoved off the couch and came around to stand with his back towards me as he spoke to his wife. “It’s not a big deal; we’ll just make plans for another day. Now,” he reached out his hand and slipped it around Harriet’s shoulder. “Let’s go and give Jordan and Anna some time alone.”

“Mom, Dad,” Jordan looked upset when he turned towards me as they walked into the kitchen and out of sight.

“Do you want to go have breakfast with them?” I asked him quietly.

“Well…” he shrugged and nodded at the same time. “I don’t recall the last time my parents came to visit me Anna.”

“Jordy,” I sighed, he looked so sad, I had to hug him. “It’ll be ok,” I told him as I moved from the couch to where he was in no time and wrapped my arms around him.

“We’ll see you later,” his dad called from the porch.

“Tell them to hold on,” I told him as an idea struck me. He did as I asked and then gave me a puzzled look. “Why don’t you make breakfast?” I asked him. “That’s what we were planning on this morning,” I reminded him. “You were going to cook breakfast before I had to run to take the kids to the lake.”

“Great idea!” He kissed my forehead before turning to disappear into the kitchen to talk to his parents.

I had started to follow him, to help him convince his parents to stay here for breakfast instead, but started to think about it and I figured that maybe it was best for me to let him handle it himself. I turned around and went back to sit down.

Not even five minutes later I was joined by Harriet - she looked shell shocked. “Harriet?” I placed my hand on her shoulder gently and gave her a questioning look. “What’s wrong?”

“I -” she looked over her shoulder and then back at me. “Go peek into the kitchen and tell me what you see.”

I hesitated.

“Go,” she said. “Please tell me I’m not imagining things.”

That aroused my curiosity.

As I made my way towards the entrance to the kitchen, Harriet turned around and watched me. As I turned the corner, my eyes scanned the kitchen and I froze. I swear to God nothing - and I mean absolutely nothing - could’ve prepared me for what I saw.

“I’m not imagining it, am I?”

I blinked a couple times and shook my head in disbelief. Harriet came over and watched along with me as Jordan and John stood together in the kitchen working on making breakfast for us. I looked to her for some explanation - John never did anything with Jordan. Never.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “One minute we are leaving and then Jordan is telling us he was going to cook breakfast for you and he really wanted us to stay. The next thing I know, John is telling me to join you in the living room, he was going to help Jordan.”

As I stood there frozen in spot, listening to his mom, Jordan glanced over his shoulder, caught my eye and smiled. For the first time in his life, Jordan was actually happy to be in the same room with his dad.

It was all so overwhelming. Knowing how long Jordan wanted his father to want to do something with him. I had to walk away before I cried.

Waking Up

When I woke up in the middle of the night to find Jordan’s hand curled possessively around my breast, I wanted to cry. Capturing my bottom lip between my teeth, I turned my head in his direction as I absently ran my fingers over the back of his hand. “Jordy,” I whispered softly, not really wanting to wake him up, just needing to say his name out loud.

But he stirred. His fingers flexed against my breast, squeezing gently as he let out a breath. “Mmmm,” he shifted against me, his leg slipped over mine as he came to rest hard against my thigh.

As his breath caressed my shoulder, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him. I could’ve given him a little shake - woke him up - but there was something about being naked in his arms that made me feel like the sexiest, most beautiful woman alive.

I loved him, more than I ever loved anyone before.

And that scared me. Love was unpredictable and unreliable. I didn’t want to wake up one morning to find I lost everything. I had been through that once - I lost my parents - the most important people in my life; I didn’t know what I would do if I lost Jordan.

“I love you,” I whispered. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

“Never,” he murmured as his hand slipped from around my breast to slip under my shoulder. He pulled me to him, wrapping me up tight in his arms. “Forever.”

“Forever.” I smiled, my hand drifting down his back.

“Mmmm,” he kissed my shoulder. “Forever.”

A few hours later, I woke to his lips on my shoulder again. Only this time I was on my stomach, under the blankets while he was kneeled between my legs, the blankets separating us.

“Hey!” I lifted my head off his pillow and turned to look at him. When I tried to lift up from his bed, he slipped his hands up my arms and held my hands against the bed - holding me down. “Jordy?”

He didn’t say a word. Instead, he ran the tip of his tongue along my jaw line.

“Ohhmmm,” I squirmed beneath him.

His tongue continued its journey - tracing my earlobe and trailing down my neck to the spot where it connects with my shoulder. With one quick, last flick, his tongue left my skin and his lips took its place.

“Jordy,” I bit my lip, rocking my hips, rubbing my bum against him.

“Annnaa!” His hands tightened on mine as he responded by rocking his hips. “Damnit!” He cursed and moved away from me.

“Wait!” I half turned towards him. “What’s wrong?” He had rolled onto his side and was pushing the blankets towards me. “Why are you dressed?” I frowned.

He didn’t say a word until he had shoved the blankets over me and off to the other side of me. He whistled as his eyes traveled down over my body, “Turn over Babe,” he grunted, his hand groping as he tried to help me turn. “Ahhh,” his lips parted.

“Come here,” I reached for him as my legs fell to either side of his. His lips turned up in a sexy grin as he fell forward onto his hands and kissed me.
I almost had his pants down over his butt. He was hard and I was wet, it was just as intense as it was the night before. I had opened my mouth to ask him to make love to me again, I wanted to feel him inside me but before I could form the words, there was a sharp knock on his bedroom door.

“Jordan, did you wake Anna?” I head his mom call through the door. “Your dad is getting hungry; we want to take you two and Jenna out for breakfast.”

“Your mom is here?” I gasped as I tried to shove him off me and cover up. “How could you…?” I bat his hands away. “With your parents out there?”

Sure I was fine with public displays of affection but making love with his parents out in the living room waiting for him to wake me up so we could go for breakfast? I was embarrassed.

“I didn’t intend on this,” he said defensively. “I came in here and you looked so sexy laying there, I had to kiss you. I wanted to touch you Babe. I didn’t expect to…,” he motioned towards his hard on and gave me a helpless look. “You do this to me, how am I supposed to stop it?”

“Jordan? Is everything ok in there?”

“Yes Mom!” He yelled over his shoulder. “We’ll be out in a minute! Go back to the kitchen with Dad!”

I raised a brow, I never heard him talk to his mom like that before.

“I’ll apologize later,” he told me before falling to the bed next to me. His arm slipped around my waist and he rested his chin on my shoulder.

“We should get out there,” I sighed. “Your parents are probably getting annoyed.”

He shrugged, “They did show up without notice,” he got up on his elbow and smiled down at me. “Serves them right to have to wait for us.”

His fingers gently caressed my cheek as he lowered his head.

Know Me Like I Want You To

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- Angela




Jordan pulled back from me long enough to wrap his hands around my thighs and hoist me up into his arms. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist as I tilted my head back to receive his kiss once again.

I held onto him as he circled around the bed and didn’t want to let go when he tried to lay me on the mattress. “Babe,” he chuckled softly. “It’s just for a minute, I promise you.”

“A minute is way too long,” I buried my face against his neck. “I don’t want to let you go.”

“You don’t have too,” he told me. “Just unwrap your legs for a second.”

“No,” I pouted as his hands slide down my thighs and reached around his back for my ankles.

“Anna,” he groaned as he dropped his head forward. “Please? I don’t want this to end this soon.”

“Me neither,” I admitted reluctantly.

“Thank you,” he kissed me as my legs fell to the bed on either side of his legs. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promised while he moved to my side.

“What are you doing?” I turned with him.

“Removing my pants,” he told me. My eyes widened as I let go of him and raised myself up onto my elbow. “You want to watch?”

“Oh yes,” I rested my free hand on his chest as my eyes dipped to the bulge in his pants. “I want. So much it hurts.”

He chuckled, “Then I won’t stand in your way.” While his hands worked the button of his pants, I bit my lip. Waiting for him to slip out of his pants was probably the most painful thing ever. He didn’t try to tease me by going slow. In fact, I believe he wanted to remove them as badly as I wanted them gone but it seemed to take forever for him to release the button and tug the zipper down.

“Ohhh,” I groaned as I released the breath I was holding.

“I didn’t think you’d be that happy to see my boxers Anna,” he said teasingly.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered frantically as my hand slide from his chest to his stomach as I leaned down and pressed my lips against his, “I need you so much Jordy.” Any reply he would’ve made was lost as I kissed him hungrily.

“Don’t stop,” I repeated moments later when I realized that he did stop.

His eyes met mine for a brief moment before I felt him move. I didn’t want to but I broke eye contact, I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to watch him. He lifted his butt from the mattress and shoved his pants down his thighs before kicking them off. “Come here,” he growled as he turned onto his side and pulled me into his arms to take up where we left off with our kiss.

For the longest time, I wasn’t aware of anything else but the feel of his mouth on mine but then I became very aware of his hand as it traveled up my side. This is it, I couldn’t help but think. He’s finally going to touch your breast.

It was turning me on even more and made me very aware of every stroke of his fingers. So it could’ve come as no surprise that I cried out as if I was in pain when his hand stopped dead as it brushed against my bra and Jordan pulled back.

“No,” I cried; my fingers digging into his arm as our eyes met. When he asked me what was wrong, I removed my hand from his arm – which I’m sure he was grateful for – and oh so deliberately drew his attention to my lace covered breast and its harden nipple when I brushed my fingers over it.

He let out a ragged breath as I trailed my fingers along the lacy cup. “Mine,” he said with all seriousness as he grabbed my hand and moved it away.

“Yours?” I raised a brow as he stared straight into my eyes and said yes.

I started to ask him if he thought he should give it some attention if it was his but he repeated the word ‘mine’ at the same time he cupped his hand around my breast. His thumb grazed my aching nipple as Jordan’s lips captured mine once again.

Between the pleasure I usually get from his kisses and the pleasure from his hand on my breast, I really thought I was going to pass out. It can’t get any better than this, I thought until Jordan lifted his mouth from mine and showed me just how wrong that statement was.

“Oh God Anna,” he groaned as lips moved down my neck and along my shoulder. When his mouth touched my bra strap, he grazed my skin with his teeth as he drew the strap down my shoulder. “I want to see you – all of you. Can I remove your clothes?”

I couldn’t do anything but nod.

He didn’t waste anytime at all, he reached his arm around my back and quickly released the clasp. His mouth was on my shoulder as he turned me onto my back and kissed his way down to the nipple that his hand had recently held. Before his mouth closed over my nipple, he looked up at me and told me I was beautiful.

“Thanksss –” I hissed. “Oh my…” I closed my eyes and arched my back as his tongue circled slowly around my nipple. “Jordy…” My toes were curled and I squirmed, I wanted more of him at that moment than I wanted the whole night. I tried to kiss him, any part of him but he was too far away from me to reach. By the time his tongue flicked over the peek, I was begging him to stop. “I need you inside me Jordy…please…” I groaned and twisted as I tried to stop him.

“Anna,” he lifted his head from my breast and stared down at me with great concern. “Are you ok Babe?”

“No,” I whimpered as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. “I…” I didn’t know how to explain it, I had never been this uncontrollably turned on before. Sure, I had been with a couple guys who were able to get me off but it was nothing like this. “I need you Jordy, more than I ever needed anyone else.” And then, like a fool, I actually felt a tear run down my cheek.

“Shhh,” he stroked my forehead. “It’s ok Anna, I feel the same way.” He kissed me. “It’ll be ok Babe.”

“I want you Jordy…” I repeated as I felt his hand slip over my stomach, down under my panties until his fingers slipped into me. “No…Jordy…I don’t…”

It was too late, my hips bucked against his hand as I panted harder and harder, groaning his name, until my body was overcome by wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.

When I was able to move and think again, I punched him in the shoulder. “I wanted you damnit! Not your fingers!”

Instead of replying, he moved to his knees between my legs and lowered his mouth to my panties. His teeth grazed my skin as his fingers slipped under the lace. “Lift your butt,” he ordered. I didn’t even question him; I was starting to feel that ache inside me again.

Once my panties were tossed over his shoulder, he stared down at me. “Did you really think that was it?” He asked huskily as his hands gripped the back of my thighs. “Do you believe that…?” he trailed off as his eyes drifted down my body. “It’s not over,” he told me as he leaned over and kissed my nipple.

My eyes fluttered shut as I groaned his name. “That feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He kissed the other one. “How about this?”

“That feels good TOO!” My eyes snapped open and I stared down my body to find him grinning up at me.

“Sorry, I didn’t get that,” he leaned down and flicked his tongue against my clit again, this time my thigh twitched. “Feels good?” He chuckled.

“Yess,” I hissed as he did it again.

He smiled and lowered his head. In no time at all, I was panting for him again. I told him I wanted him and once again, he slipped his fingers inside me. “Nooo,” I wailed. “Jordy!” I lifted my leg, my foot sliding over his leg until my toes touched the waistband of his boxers.

“Ok, Ok,” he laughed as I tried to push them down over his hips. He knelt between my thighs and looked at me. With a smile he slipped his boxers down over his hips and gripped his cock in his hand. “You want this?”

“Yes!” I shot up and actually grabbed his shoulders. “I want that!”

“Easy Babe,” he kissed me. “Don’t get too excited, you might set him off.”

“But that’s what I want to do,” I told him as I fell back against the bed. “I want you to slip him in here,” I lifted my hips off the bed, as if I needed to show him where I wanted him.

Instead of moving over me, like I thought he would, Jordan stretched towards his nightstand. I didn’t realize what he was doing until he sat back on his heels and fumbled with the small square package briefly.

As soon as he rolled the condom down over his cock, he moved over me and in one swift thrust, he buried himself so deep inside of me, making me gasp as my body adjusted to him. He looked down at me and I smiled, “So can I set him off now?”

He laughed out loud. “Shut up and kiss me,” he joked before his mouth covered mine.

It didn’t last long; we were both too on edge to hold on for too long. I was so sure that he would’ve came before me but just as I was teetering on the edge, he changed his thrusting, going harder and faster than I’ve ever experienced before. I cried out his name as my body gave way to heaven once again.

Moments later he gave one last thrust, let out a growl like I never heard from him before as he collapsed on top of me.

When our breathing slowed to almost normal, Jordan lifted his head from my shoulder and in all seriousness asked me, “Can we do that again?”

Making It Last

While I joked about him having a short fuse, inside I was wondering if our first time together would be brief. Would he be able to hold on long enough to take me over the edge with him? I tried to tell myself that it wouldn’t matter if he couldn’t – that it wouldn’t mean he would never be able to take me with him – it just meant that the years of anticipation was too much.

Who are you kidding? I thought as I stared up into his green eyes as he held himself up from my body. It would be extremely disappointing if he came too quickly.

“Anna?” His brow creased in the center. “Babe what’s wrong? Are you having second thoughts?”

“Are you kidding me?” I chuckled. “I want you more than anything else right now.” I attempted to kiss him but he pulled away from me and fell to his side on the mattress beside me. “Jordy?” I bit my lip nervously as I turned my head towards him. “What’s wrong? Do you not want to -?”

“Of course I want to - I’ve been thinking about nothing but making love to you for a while Anna.”

“You plan on taking me from the side?” I joked.

He didn’t laugh. “No,” he replied seriously. “I’m giving you a chance to tell me now if you are having second thoughts.”

“Jordy,” I shook my head. “No.”

“It would be alright Anna. I would try to understand.”

“Try to understand?” I stared at him in disbelief. “You don’t believe that I want you, do you?”

“It doesn’t matter if I believe or not, I know hesitation when I see it in your eyes.”

I had to laugh; I would’ve cried if I didn’t. “Jordy, no that’s not what it you saw at all.”

“Then what was it?” He asked. “I know I saw something and it wasn’t your eyes screaming, ‘take me now!’”

With a smile, I leaned in to kiss his lips. Taking his hand in mine, I held it against my stomach. “I feel stupid,” I told him. “I was trying to convince myself that it wasn’t a bad thing if you lost it before we could finish.”

“What?” His eyes widened in shock. “You think I’m going to get off and leave you hanging?” Underneath his surprise, there was hurt. It was even worse when I told him I was sorry. He sighed, “Anna you really have to stop thinking. I promised to make your fantasies come true, didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Then tell me, which of your fantasies involve me being totally selfish and using you just to get off?” When I told him neither one, he smiled. “Good because I have to tell you that would be one fantasy that would remain unfulfilled.”

I expected him to kiss me, I expected that he would go back to what we were doing before I ruined it all but he didn’t, he just laid there beside me with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

With every second that ticked by, I became more and more frustrated. I started to imagine his hand that was on my stomach sliding beneath my panties and caressing me while he kissed me; his tongue mimicking the motion of his fingers as they slid in and out of me. I bit my lip but that didn’t stop me from groaning his name as I squirmed.

He didn’t even open his eyes! He just chuckled softly while his arm slipped around my waist.

“Well,” I huffed. “If you are tired maybe you should turn off the lights.”

“Good idea,” he responded before rolling onto his other side to sit up on the mattress. Before he stood up, he flipped on the lamp beside his bed and then stretched. “I’ll be right back,” he told me as he shoved off and went over to the light switch by the door.

I was disappointed, hurt, confused, angry, and yet, still very turned on. I figured that what I had said earlier had ruin the moment so I slipped off his bed and headed for the door to finally change into my pjs.

“Hey,” his arm sprung out in front of me, stopping me from making it all the way to the door. “Where are you going?”

“To change,” I told him.

He frowned, “Why?”

“I’m not about to sleep in this,” I motioned to the dress whose straps kept falling down my arms since he unzipped me in the hallway.

The crease in his forehead disappeared as his eyes traveled from my face to my shoulders. “Well,” his eyes traveled a little lower and stayed there as he told me that he had plenty shirts that I could sleep in. “Did you have any particular request?” He asked and turned, reluctantly, towards his dresser.

“Yes,” I told him as I followed him. He nodded and opened his drawer before turning towards me and asking which one I was interested in. “This one,” I reached out and grabbed the front of the shirt he was wearing. “I want this.”

His brow arched as he grinned. “If you want it Babe, take it.”

A small smile played on my lips as I gazed up into his eyes before lowering my gaze to the front of his shirt where my fingers played with a button. I rocked up onto my toes, gave him a smile and then leaned against him. “Don’t worry,” I whispered against his neck. “I plan on it.”

While my fingers made easy work unbuttoning his shirt, my lips trailed along his neck. When the last button was done, I pressed my lips against his throat and groaned. “I don’t want your shirt,” I admitted. “I want you.”

Against my lips, I felt the vibration of his growl before he pulled away from me and spun me around. “Tell me how much you want me,” he demanded as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his lips against the back of my neck.

My eyes closed and my mouth opened as he sent shivers through my body, but I was incapable of speech while he kissed down my neck before moving to nip gently at my shoulder. His arms tightened around me, “Tell me you need me,” he whispered, almost pleadingly.

I shifted against him as I turned to gazed back at him. “I’m dying here,” I whispered. “And you are the only one who can save me.” I moved to kiss him but he turned his cheek and released me. “Jordy?” I cried in frustration. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Doing what?” He questioned as he came to stand in front of me.

“Playing with me!” I exclaimed. “You are playing with me, making me think that we are going to take our relationship to the next level and then stopping.”

“How does that make you feel?” He lifted his hand to my neck and began to run his fingers gently over my sensitive skin.

“I –” I started to turn my head towards his hand and then realized that he was doing it again. “Stop it,” I whimpered. “Stop toying with me.”

His hand paused at my neck. “I didn’t think I was playing with you,” he told me. “I love you and I’ve waited a long time for this night.” His hand dropped from my neck. “I just wanted tonight to last forever – I wanted to last – that’s why I slow things down.”

I watched him head towards the bed, plop down on it and rake his hands through his hair before he sighed and looked at me. “This isn’t the way I saw it going.”

“How did you see tonight going?” I was curious.

He chuckled, “You would’ve gone to your old room without a fight, found the gift I left for you and recalled the first time I gave you a naked massage.”

I played with the strap of my dress, “And then what?”

“Well,” his eyes flicked to my chest and he coughed. “I would…I mean…you.” He groaned and started again. “Then I had hoped you’d come find me and let me do it again, this time letting me massage every inch of your body, not just your back and shoulders.”

“Sounded like something I would’ve really enjoyed,” I stated with a smile.

“Yeah,” he leaned back and rested his hands on the mattress behind him. “But it didn’t happen…” his words trailed off as I slipped one arm out of the dress.

“What stopped you from doing it?” I inquired while slipping my other arm out and letting the top part of the dress fall down to my hips. “Jordy?”

“Huh?” His eyes jumped from my lacy bra to my face, he looked clueless.

“You want to know what I think happened.” I asked as I hooked my thumbs under the dress.

“Uh…” his eyes traveled downwards.

I chuckled. “I believe you want too much to happen tonight.”

“What?” He shook his head. “No that’s not…”

I started to wiggle out of my dress. It wasn’t necessary as the dress wasn’t that tight and it could have easily come down but I loved the look on his face as he tried to watch my breasts and my hips at the same time.

“Yes,” I stepped out of the dress and started towards him. “Like me, you’ve been thinking about this night forever and you wanted it to be perfect.”

He rose to his feet as I came to a stop in front of him. “Is that so wrong Anna?”

“No,” I tilted my head back as I slid my hands up over his chest. “It’s not wrong at all.”

He sighed, “Then why didn’t it turn out right?”

“It didn’t?” I kissed his jaw. “I think it’s turning out pretty damn good. What do you think?” I raised a brow. “I’m standing here, in your arms, in just my bra and panties and you –” I glanced downwards and chuckled, “You are wearing way too much still.”

“Funny,” he brushed his lips against my forehead. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“Well,” I lifted my face towards his. “There is one way to fix that.”

“True,” he agreed as his lips brushed against mine.

I melted against him, I knew that this was it, everything from this moment on would be perfect, even if it wasn’t as he planned.

One Last Step Before Heaven

I must’ve read his handwritten words a dozen or more times within the first minute after I pulled it out of the bag. Smiling, I held the bottle of massage lotion up in front of me. “And you were worried,” I shook my head at my insecurity.

It wasn’t the first time that I’ve worked myself up over nothing and I was certain it wouldn’t be the last. I like to think that the reason it bugged me so much - the reason why I figured he was having issues seeing me as his girlfriend sexually - was because he never touched me intimately at all since we started dating.

“What was I supposed to think?” I spoke my thoughts out loud. “When we weren’t dating, he couldn’t keep his hands off me!” I chuckled as I recalled many times in our history where he had brushed, caressed or stroked some part of my body that could’ve been taken as romantic interest to anyone who didn’t know us.

“That’s exactly what it was though, wasn’t it?” I asked the bottle in my hand. “He has admitted to loving me for a while and…well…”

I trailed off, my eyes focused on the bottle while my mind wandered back to one moment in our past where something happened that gave me hope - at the time - that he was truly interested in me.

It was not longer after I moved in with him. I had come home from work around 4; he normally didn’t get home until 6 or later. With the house all to myself, I decided to turn on some music and have a nice long bubble bath.

At the time, the only stereo in the house was in Jordan’s bedroom, it wasn’t a problem though, he had told me many times that I could just go in and help myself.

So I did.

Walking into his room, I made my way over to his cds to see what kind of soothing stuff he had in his collection. I didn’t find anything like I was hoping but in between all the heavy metal was the soundtrack to the Phantom of the Opera - my favourite cd ever.

Armed with the shocking find from his collection, I slipped the cd into his player. I was on my way out the door when I caught a glimpse of the open book on his bed and curiosity got the best of me. As I neared his bed, I recognized the upside down images on the pages he left it open to - it was our high school year book.

I would end up sitting on his bed and then laying down while I flipped through the pages before and after the spot he left it open at before coming back to the page he last looked at. More specially the picture that he must’ve been looking at - me and his hanging out in our usual spot, the corner just outside the library.

I remembered that moment, the school photographer coming up to us and interrupting an argument we were having about a guy I thought was cute - Jordan told me he was a loser and I said that he was jealous. Of course Jordan denied it. I traced Jordy’s cheek in the picture; he was looking at me while I was trying to smile for the camera. But deep inside I was wishing he would just fall for me and put me out of my misery.

Even then, as I lay on his bed, I felt the frustration that I experienced through out high school. Every day I saw him and every day I wanted to be his. With a huge sigh, I pressed my face into his pillow and then groaned as his scent filled my nostrils. Nothing had changed since high school, no matter how hard I tried to deny it.

Some where in the minutes that followed pressing my face into his pillow, I drifted off to sleep. I didn’t know anything until I woke to the feel of a thumb gliding slowly over my bottom lip. My first thought was to jump and get away from the touch but my heart told me to stay where I was. It was Jordan’s touch and I was craving it. So I kept my eyes closed and tried to not let him know that I wasn’t sleeping any more.

It was the hardest thing I ever attempted in my life. I wanted to flick my tongue against his thumb or wrap my lips around it. I didn’t want to lay there and not touch him back.

For a couple minutes, he touched my lips before he shifted beside me, coming in closer. Before he moved, I didn’t feel anything but his fingers on my mouth but when he came closer, I realized suddenly that he was almost eye level with my chest - my very naked, except for his comforter that I somehow ended up covered in, chest.

As I was trying not to have a panic attack, his hand slipped from my mouth to curl around my neck. The next couple minutes he spent his time between stroking my neck and running his fingers lightly down my shoulder and upper arm.

I was dying - it was a very pleasurable death but still. I couldn’t hide the response my body was having any longer; I had to ‘wake’ up.

When my eyes met his half closed ones, he smiled. Leaning into me, he pressed his lips against mine and held for a split second. “Hey,” he whispered as he settled back against the mattress. “This was a surprise - coming home to find you naked in my bed.”

The humour in his voice didn’t match up well with the heated look in his eyes. At the time I was too embarrassed to notice it. I told him how I came in there to turn on the music and found our year book.

“Ahh,” he grinned naughtily. “You found my porn.”

“Porn?” I laughed. “How is the year book -” I stopped short as I recalled that we weren’t the only picture on those pages, there were also pictures of the popular girls at our school. “Never mind,” I didn’t want to hear about his fantasies about other women.

Without saying a word, he shifted again, this time wrapping his arm around me and sliding closer. We would lay together in silence for a while. He was stroking my back and I was trying not to cry from the frustration of being so close to him and not sharing anything more with him.

He sighed. That’s what made me look up at him. His eyes met mine and he sighed contently and gave me a squeeze. “It’s a great way to be welcomed home Babe.”

“It wasn’t intentional!” I insisted.

“Allow me my delusions,” he laughed. And then he kissed me, again. This time it was different though, it was almost like the shy attempt that people make the first time they ever kiss someone. It wasn’t his first kiss by no means, so I didn’t know what to make of it. He completely pulled away from me right after the kiss so I never thought any more about it.

This was when we got on the topic of why I was in there looking for soothing music in the first place. I told him that I had a frustrating day at work and my back was aching from all the tension.

“Roll over,” he ordered.

“Why?”

“Why do you have to question everything?” He asked before telling me to just do what he asked.

“Fine,” I rolled over and then glared back at him. “Happy?”

“Mmhmm,” he reached for the comforter that was over my shoulders and began to pull it down my back.

“What are you doing?” I asked frantically as I grabbed for the comforter.

“Stop questioning me,” he slapped at my fingers. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“How?” I asked him suspiciously.

He growled and told me if I asked him another question he would spank me. “Don’t think I’m just kidding Anna,” he said threateningly. “You are in perfect spanking position,” he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “But you’ll enjoy that, won’t you?”

I refused to say anything and he chuckled.

“Good girl,” he kissed my cheek and then reached for his night stand and pulled out a bottle of massage lotion.

“Just like this one,” I bit my lip. That memory was the first time he had ever given me a massage while I was naked. There would be a couple more since then but they were nothing like that first time when I lost myself completely in his touch and moaned out his name without even realizing it.

“What the hell am I standing around here for?” I asked suddenly. With no one there to answer, I headed for my door and swung it open. “Oh!” I exclaimed in surprise.

Outside my door, Jordan stopped in mid pace and spun around to face me. He didn’t take a step towards me; he just stood there - with one arm over his chest and the other one straight up so that his fingers played nervously with his bottom lip - staring intently at me.

“Why don’t you let me do that?” I asked as I closed the distance between us in no time at all. Throwing my arms around his neck, he barely had time to move his hand before I kissed him passionately.

“Wow,” he managed to gasp when we came up for air. “That was -”

“Hot,” I finished for him.

“Yeah,” he lowered his head to press his lips against mine once again. “Very hot,” he told me. “I love it when you take charge.”

I raised a brow, “You do?”

“Mmhmm,” he nibbled at my neck. “I do. I love it when you show me what you want.”

“Well then,” I grabbed his hand and started for his room. “You are going to love this.”

It wasn’t that difficult to get him to follow me, not that I expected it to be. Just after I lead him thought his doorway, I stopped and spun around to him. He started to say something but I cut him off with another kiss like the one I gave him moments ago.

“No Babe,” he groaned and tried to hold me when I pulled away from him. “I think…I mean…we should do that again.”

“We will,” I smiled coyly up at him. “Just not right now.”

“Not now?” He asked bewildered.

“Mmm,” I slide my hands over his chest. “Not now,” I repeated. “I want to remove your shirt and kiss every inch of your shin.” He sucked in a breath as my fingers brushed against the skin at the neck of his shirt. “And then,” I lifted my gaze to his. “I’m going to remove your pants - touching all that I uncover.”

“Oh God,” he shifted from one foot to the other as he groaned.

“Then, if you are a good boy,” I lowered my eyes and followed my hand as it slipped down over the bulge in his pants.

“Babe,” he hissed as my fingers trailed softly over his erection.

“Yes?” My voice came out more breathlessly than I expected as I lifted my face to his. “Do you like that?” I asked as I kissed him while my fingers continued to move over him. “Are you going to be a good boy?”

His reply was a low growl as his mouth lowered to my neck. “I’ll be better than good,” he nipped at my skin with his teeth. “All your fantasies will come true tonight.”

I thought I had him. I thought I was the one in control but he soon showed me that neither one of us had control when we were both out to tease and please each other.

“All my fantasies?”

“Yes, all of them.”

With a chuckle, I told him he better get started. “My fantasies could take you until the end of time to fulfill.”

“Perfect,” he kissed me. “I have no desire to stop before then.”

I believe to this day that his kisses have magical powers because I can’t even recall how it was we closed the distance from where we were standing to the bed. All I remember his being in his arms and his mouth on mine. It was the only thing that mattered.

“Wait,” I tried to stop him as he moved to lower me onto his mattress. “What about what I wanted to do? Dress you and touch you all over?”

Jordan closed his eyes, took and deep breath and let it go before he responded to me. “Anna, I would love for you to do all that but Babe, I’m barely hanging on as it is. I don’t want the first time I cum with you to be in my pants.”

“In your pants?” I giggled unintentionally.

“Yes,” he growled. “I’m that fucking horny. You’ve been driving me crazy all my life, is it any surprise that I’m that close now?”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “I didn’t know you had such a short fuse,” I joked.

“Short fuse?” He stared down at me. “I’ll give you short fuse!” Before I could even react, he grabbed me around the waist and tossed me onto the bed. I wasn’t laughing anymore when he moved over me and said, “Babe you are going to regret saying that,” he chuckled. “I hope you enjoy begging.”

“Begging?” I blinked, thinking that he was talking about me begging him to touch me.

He was. Just not in the way I thought.

Failed?

I couldn’t help but think that I was going to turn the tables on him as I stood with my back to him. I was so sure that I would be able to control my emotions long enough to make him plead for me to touch him but I never took into consideration just how much I enjoyed his touch.

“Jordy?” I glanced over my shoulder – biting my lip as his smoldering gaze captured mine. “Are you...I mean,” I glanced down for a second before raising my eyes to his again. “Are you going to unzip me?”

“Hmm,” he grinned. “In a minute,” he leaned down to brush his lips against mine. The first caress was so light, I barely felt it. The second time his lips touched mine, he lingered for a moment while his hands slid up over my arms. “So evil,” he whispered hoarsely. “So evil,” he repeated and then chuckled. “But I see right through that Babe.”

“What?” I gasped as he spun me around and then pulled me against his hard body.

“Unzip you,” he raised a brow in amusement. “Do you think I don’t know what you were hoping to do?”

I gave him a confused look, not because I was trying to play innocent.

“You are so fucking hot,” he growled against my ear as his hips thrust against mine. “My head is spinning and all I can think of is being with you.”

“Yeah?” I gasped a little breathlessly.

His arms tightened around me and he buried his face against my neck where he mumbled something that I didn’t understand. When I asked him what he said he responded by gliding his hands up over my back until his fingers closed around the pull for my zipper.

At first he pulled slowly, taking his time – running his free hand down my back as he went. But soon, he yanked on the zipper so hard, I was certain he ripped my dress. When his hands reached my lower back, he released the pull and slipped his hands under the thin material. “So hot,” he nudged my chin upwards with his nose. “So perfect.”

My denial of such perfection never had the change to make it out of my mouth before he covered my lips with him.

“Perfect,” he nipped my lip between his briefly and then released it to take a small step back. His lids lowered as his hands traveled to my shoulders. “This dress,” he watched his fingers as they danced along the strap. “It needs to go.”

“I agree,” I rocked onto my toes and pressed my body against his – my breasts squished against his chest. “Wanna help me out of it?” I asked breathlessly. “I’m feeling a little flushed.”

His eyes flew open and he nodded. “Yes, I want too.”

But his hands never moved to start. Even as I stood there waiting, staring at him expectantly, he never slipped his fingers under the strap and slid it down my shoulder. With every passing second, I could feel my heart breaking. What if he doesn’t really want me? I thought as I lowered my chin to my chest. What if he looks at me and sees me as the woman who has been his friend, not the woman who is his girlfriend. Will we be able to -?

“Maybe we should go change,” he said finally as he let go of me. I barely heard him as he told me again about putting my bag in my old room because he wasn’t sure if I would want to spend the night in his bed.

I mumbled something incoherently as I turned to head towards my old room before I broke down in front of him. It hurt that he didn’t put my bag in his room. It hurt that after a month he wasn’t trying to get into my pants. But most of all the thought that maybe he wasn’t really into me hurt the most.

Once in my room, I closed the door and leaned back against it. I told myself that it was crazy, thinking that he wasn’t interested. I felt him, I told myself. He can’t fake how turned on he was – I’m surprised he didn’t wear a hole in his pants, that’s how hard he was!

He wants you, I continued. That’s obvious. Maybe he’s just a little nervous?

That had to be it. It was the only thing that made sense. Reassured, I pushed off the door, flipped on the light and started for the bed – only to slow down as I spotted my bag. “What is…?” My brow crinkled as I continued towards the bed while keeping my eyes on the plastic bag sitting on top of my bag.

Did he buy me condoms? I smiled at that thought.

No, I picked up the bag. It’s too heavy for condoms. Still confused, I reached into the bag and felt something solid and cool along with a piece of paper. Pulling both items out, I started to laugh.

In my hand, I held a bottle of massage lotion and a note from Jordan that read, “I don’t remember the last time you moaned my name – but I know can’t wait to hear it again.”