SIXTEEN

What was supposed to be our final embrace of the night turns into a half-hour of deep kissing and heavy petting. I'm back in high school, making out on my mother's couch. Only this time, she isn't there to catch us.

"I'd swear you're trying to trick me into staying over if I didn't know any better," I say.

Jordan slides his tongue down the side of my neck. "Damn right," he says, his deep voice sounding seductive. "Does it work? ”

I'd like to respond, but I'm out of breath. We're both exhaling heavily, as if we've just finished a marathon. That's what passion does to you. My breath catches in my throat every time Jordan kisses me or runs his tongue over a new spot, and I find myself gasping for air.

The lights are turned down low, and soft music is playing in the background. It's like something out of a movie, and I'm starting to second-guess my decision to stay at home tonight. My hormones are interfering with my ability to function, scattering my thoughts as I imagine Jordan without these clothes.

Jordan kissing me is all I want and need right now, but, as is customary, the voice of reason rears its ugly head. Andrew isn't feeling well, and he requires your assistance. He could be crying over there right now, and Romina will be at a loss for words.

"All right, Delgado," I finally say. "I've got to get home before it's too late."

Jordan nuzzles my neck briefly before responding. "How do you accomplish that?" " he inquires.

"What should I do?"

He smiles and gently kisses me on the lips. "I hear 'Delgado' all day, but when you say it, I can feel every syllable all over my body." It's driving me insane. Every time you say it, my cock jumps to life."

I laugh and throw my head back. "Well, aren't you glad I'm the only one capable of doing that?" Otherwise, I'm sure you'd have a long and difficult day at work. Pun totally intended."

Jordan laughs softly. "To tell you the truth, I still have a long day ahead of me, especially after I get off the phone with you." When I hear your voice, my body stops taking orders. I had to reschedule a meeting to my office the other day so I wouldn't have to stand."

I'm laughing so hard that tears well up in my eyes. "Stop it!" I scream. "You're too much for me, and I need to get going," I say as I get up from the couch to look for my shoes and purse.

"Wait," Jordan says, motioning me back to my seat. "I know I said one more kiss, but I'm serious this time." Scout's honor is the last one."

"Did you ever join the Boy Scouts? " I inquire, jokingly.

"No way," he says. "But I enjoy saying it."

I roll my eyes and smile. "You're a one-of-a-kind. Okay, this is your last kiss, so make it count."

He nods and leans in, his hand resting on my cheek. I recline in the crook of the couch, savoring our final kiss of the evening.

His hand slips from my face and lands on my thigh. If I had an angel and a devil on each shoulder right now, they'd both be cheering him on to keep going.

He strokes my sensitive skin for a moment, but each upward stroke sends his hand higher and higher until he grazes my hip.

"No pantyhose?"

" He hushes.

No, I shake my head, not trusting my voice to put words together that make sense.

"You're such a bad girl. "I've had this unwrapped gift sitting in front of me all night," he says.

His hand glides over the top of my thigh, and I part my legs willingly. It's not that I lack self-control; on the contrary, I do. I don't want him to give up. His touch is more than welcome after so many daydreams and fantasies.

I feel his fingers glide easily up and down my folds, and he exhales loudly.

"You're so fucking wet," he says softly, raising his lips to meet mine.

I exhale sharply, followed by a low moan as he slips one finger, then another, inside of me. He penetrates deeper and deeper into my body, his fingers striking my G-spot with each stroke.

I spread my legs wider, forcing my tight dress higher up my body to my hips. Our tongues dance to the beat of his fingers as he controls my passion with deft precision. Jordan adds his thumb to the mix, massaging my clit in tiny circles with it. A surge of heat rushes through my body, and I find myself on fire. My hips swivel forward to meet his fingers, and I know an orgasm is on the way. I try to hold off climaxing by slowing my breathing, but I can't. Too many places are being stimulated at the same time, and I am unable to focus. I can feel my walls tightening around his fingers like a vise grip, and I know he can't pull out even if he wanted to.

"Aliyah, look at me," he says. "I know you're on your way, and I'd like to see your eyes open."

I'm pushed over the edge the moment our eyes meet. The dull throb that had been building quickens, my breath catches, and I feel disconnected from my body for a brief moment. I grab his hand and try to pull him deeper inside of me to ride out the orgasm's waves. Shuddering, I enjoy the electric shocks that zap me until I go limp.

Jordan's expression is pure ecstasy, despite the fact that I haven't touched him at all during this moment. He looks at me intently as he slows his strokes before coming to a halt.

"Breathe," he says as he kisses me.

When I remember I need to breathe, my automatic bodily functions kick in. The world around me gradually returns to focus.

Jordan finally pulls his fingers out of my slit, proudly holding them as my arousal coats his skin. His fingers are slick with my juices, and he looks me in the eyes as he slowly places each one in his mouth and licks them clean.

He says, "You taste as good as you feel." "The expression on your face when you arrived is enough to last me a thousand lifetimes."

I take deep breaths as I wait for the rest of my motor skills to return.

Jordan reaches over and snatches the hem of my gown. "Raise your head a little."

I lift my hips as instructed, and he gently pulls my dress down. I observe as he searches the floor for my shoes and slips one on each foot. He retrieves my purse and reaches out to help me off the sofa without any argument or attempt to change my mind about staying the night.

I'm a little wobbly on my feet. Anyone would go weak in the knees if the heels were combined with such an intense orgasm.

"Would you like me to carry you?" " he inquires.

"No," I say, smiling. "I'm fine."

We leave his apartment, with me supporting the majority of my weight on him and him grinning from ear to ear.

"How come you're smiling like that?"

" I inquire. "Especially since you didn't gain anything from what just occurred."

"I can't even begin to describe what I got out of that," he says as we enter the elevator together. Your happiness is more important than anything else. I'm fine if you are, and based on the intensity of that orgasm, I'm willing to bet you're more than fine. Your expression is exactly what I needed. Tonight, I'm going to sleep like a baby."

Jordan waits for me by the elevator as we walk hand in hand across the quiet walkway to my building.

"Do you want me to meet you there?" he explains.

"No, I promise I'm fine. "I'll text you once I'm settled in," I say as I turn to face him.

His hair is sticking up here and there, and his shirt is untucked, most likely to conceal the still-visible erection he's sporting.

If he looks like this, there's no telling how I'll look.

As I step inside the elevator, I'm still dazed. Jordan holds open the door and steals one last goodnight kiss.

"Sleep well, lovely."

He takes a step back, allowing the door to close behind him. I take the elevator up to my floor before stumbling out and making my way inside the apartment as quietly as possible.

The kitchen light is turned on, and Romina is sitting at the table, sipping tea and flipping through a magazine. Her hair is slicked back into a low ponytail and she's dressed in her favorite silk Versace pajamas.

"Oh my, it appears that someone had a pleasant evening," she remarks.

I look at the clock and see that it's nearly four o'clock in the morning. "I'm hoping you weren't up all night waiting for me," I say. "I know it's late, but I promise I'll be alert and ready to go after a quick shower and nap."

Romina motions for me to take a seat next to her. "Don't worry," she says. "I wasn't up all night waiting for you. "I just got Andrew to fall asleep."

"Does he still have a fever?" " I inquire.

She shakes her head and sips her tea. "No, he was just a jerk." We'll most likely all sleep in after such a long night, so there's no need to get up too early. He's either teething or suffering from another ear infection. If he doesn't feel better soon, we'll take him to the doctor to make sure it's not something more serious. But enough of that; let's get to the point of this date. I'd say you had a good time based on your hair, smudged eyeliner, and missing lipstick. So tell me everything, and don't leave anything out."

I lower my head to conceal my sheepish grin. "It was incredible, but the best way to tell a story is over food." Why don't I make some grilled cheese sandwiches? ”

Romina sighs and closes her eyes. "I don't need the carbs right now, but that sounds so good."

I quickly fix the sandwiches and return to Romina's table. I leave out the unusual manner in which I met him and instead mention meeting him outside the building while getting groceries. I recall the highlights of the first date, the subsequent meetings, all of which were far too brief, and this one.

For the time being, I keep Jordan's name to myself. I'm not quite ready to put whatever this is out there. Thankfully, Romina does not inquire, but I have the impression she is not fully invested in my story. She's listening like an older sister, one who doesn't necessarily care what happened, but she knows it means a lot that she's asking.

"Look at you out here having a good time. I'm overjoyed for you. I know it's not always easy working for me, so it's nice to know you're having fun on your days off instead of being cooped up in your room. And by the sounds of it, I'd say this guy is a keeper," she says as she rises from the kitchen bar. "Hold on to a man who is attentive for as long as you can."

I nod and take a big bite of my sandwich. "I really hope you're right. He has potential, and I'm excited to get to know him better. I'm just hoping my Prince Charming isn't a toad."