Jourdan Mathews has a secret, and she knows she needs to take this one to the grave.
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Her life was never complicated: a college student with a close family, good friends, and a plan for her future as a doctor. Had that night had never happened...
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We kiss feverishly, his hands running up and down my back beneath the jacket he let me wear. The cool metal of his rings thrills me now and I slide my arms out of the jacket, shrugging it off my shoulders as is falls to the carpet below us. The small black purse I've had across my body goes next too, my phone, house keys and other necessities chinking gently as I set it on the floor too.
Then I loop my arms back around his shoulders, pulling myself flush against his chest as I run my tongue over his and kiss him harder. His words before eased me, and now, there is this energy in my body that I've never felt before. A confidence that surges through me and makes me want to tear into him. Just on instinct.
"Fuck," he breathes into the kiss, one hand is in my hair now, the other slides up my side. His thumb grazes the underside of my right breast and I inhale sharply at the sensation. I feel an aching between my legs, arousal building there, it's a bit foreign for me to feel turned on this quickly. Maybe it's because this is our first time or because I haven't had good sex in such a long time. Either way, I don't care, I just need more.
My fingers move then, scrambling with the material of his black sweatshirt, pushing it up as I feel the soft, hard skin of his torso. He chuckles, breaking off our kiss to reach behind his head and pull the sweatshirt forward. I bite my lip, watching the way the motion ruffles his dark hair, his arm muscles flexing as he pulls it off and tosses it to the side.
His chest moves with his heavy breathing, the expansive muscle there are pulled taunt, his abs contracting and expanding gently as he watches me. My eyes scan him, memorizing each tattoo covering his body, need filling me as I admire just how attractive Ryder really is.
"If you take a picture it'll last longer," he teases me, his voice low and gruff now. I laugh, shaking my head as I reach for him and his arms slide back around me.
Our lips meet again, the motion slower, deeper as he tongue slides along my bottom lip before pressing into my mouth. A whimper echoes in my throat, my hands appreciating how strong and firm his body is beneath my palms as they slide up his chest. His hands slide down to my ass now, massaging and kneading the ample flesh there before he tugs the material of my dress up just enough to spank me gently.
A startled laugh rushes out of me, his own ruff chuckle mixing with mine as he turns his head and deepens the kiss.
My breasts are crushed against him, nipples straining against the silk material of my dress and suddenly I want it off. I break my hands away from him, head still tilted back and eyes shut as his lips pull all the air from my lungs. I reach to my shoulders, sliding my fingers through the thin straps and pull them down.
Letting them and the top of my dress fall and pool around my waist.
There is a rush of cool air then, my nipples tightening even more as I shiver against him and press forward so our bare chests move together. The sensation of his skin on mine is enthralling, and I can feel my panties dampening as my need for him increases.
