Staring At The Ocean Ch. 03

I lifted my hand away so his thick length could make contact with my hot, wet flesh. I tried my luck again and tried to insert his cock inside me, but his hand on my pelvis stopped me. I was at a loss at what to do with my free hand.

Jordan solved the problem when he took my hand in his and placed it against himself.

I realized what he was trying to do and pressed my hand down to keep him firmly against me. I felt his big hands span my waist and ground himself against me. I made another mewling sound in my throat. Jordan reached up to place one of his hands on my breast, but came into contact with my own.

Hearing him groan I felt him switch his hands and he started playing with my other breast, pinching the nipple to the point of pleasurable pain.

I managed to somehow slip my hand almost around Jordan's shaft while still rubbing him against me. I felt the blood rush to my brain and knew the end was upon me.

"Jordan . . . " The words came out on a breath. I felt him flex his muscles and pressed down harder on my hip. I felt my body stiffen in his hands.

Jordan

When her juice flowed freely from her body and over my penis I knew I had to do something to relieve the pressure of my own body, but Cheyenne was one step ahead of me, this time. Knowing I'd want to enter her, she held off and kept her hand on my dick and wouldn't let go. She also kept moving her hips and brought her other hand down and gently cupped my balls in her free hand.

"Fuck baby, you don't play fair," I couldn't help but groan in her ear. I knew she could feel my body respond to her ministrations.

"That's it, love. It's your turn now," she whispered.

She took a firmer grip on my solid length and while she was rubbing me against the wet folds of her pussy, her hand was also moving at a rapid rate up and down my cock-shaft. I felt my body stiffen underneath hers and felt my penis jerk.

I looked up into the mirror and saw her smiling at me. She could also see the seed shoot from my body onto her pubic hair, mixing with the satisfaction of her own climax.

I fell back against the bed and brought Cheyenne with me. She silently moved off me and snuggled to my side. After a few minutes I brought the sheets up and covered us both. I felt her turn onto her side and spooned my body around hers, hoping she heard me when I whispered, "I love you."

"It's about time you admitted it." I didn't respond, but rather left it at that, knowing she'd tell me if she felt the same way. I was drifting off to sleep when I heard her whisper my name.

"Jordan . . . "

"Yeah . . . "

"I love you, too."

Suddenly everything just seemed right. Making love to the woman you love on a lazy Friday afternoon was just the thing. Falling asleep with a shit-eating grin on my face I couldn't help but think, "I could die a happy man."

To be continued . . .