One frightful night New Kid, Jordan Knight goes missing. Everyone is searching for him. Even his ex-wife Evelyn.
Where is Jordan? Is he still alive?
Is he safe? Will he come home?
Meanwhile in Houston, TX a nasty tornado hits. Placing three souls a...
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{Warning Sexual Conduct!}
"Jean what are you looking at?" Jordan wonders as he comes in the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his middle.
"Nothing" I giggle.
"Jean?" he looks at me as he raises an eyebrow. I hide my phone. He manages to grab it.
"Really Jean?" he laughs as he shows the photo of himself from the 80's on my Pinterest board.
"I did not know that Jordan. I was just getting to know him better. And all his HAIR to" I snicker. His face blushes read.
"Hey that was in style in my days" he protests.
"Sure" I giggle.
"I am sure you had a horrid hair do then" he tells me. He is texting someone on his phone now.
"What are you doing Jordan?" I demand to know.
"Oh asking your mother to send me a photo of you from the 80's" he laughs.
"NO!" I gasp.
"Hey it is only fair! You get my photos for free!" he argues. I grab his phone.
"Jordan please!" I beg. He hides his phone from me. I go to grab it. He bends down. The towel drops to the floor.
"Oh boy" I giggle as I feel my face glow a nice red now. He smiles as he bends down to get his towel. He was nice to look at. I was not going to lie. Wow.
"Get a good look baby?" he jokes.
"Shut up" I laugh.
He leans in and kisses me. I feel his hand touch my cheek. I was a bit light headed as our kisses grow intense. He removes his towel back to the floor....I feel heat rise in my cheeks.
"Touch me where you want to. I want you. I have for so long. Jean I do not think I can wait any longer" he says softly making my lower lip tremble. I lift my shirt up over my head. His gaze falls to my breasts. His finger lingers on my bra strap. He undoes my bra. Nothing but our bare skin pressing upon each other as he leans over me on the bed now. I am under him.
My heart pounds fast.
"I love you" he whispers. He was so close I could feel his breath on my lips.
"I love you to" I promise as my arms steal around his neck. My fingers graze in the back of his hair. "Touch me where you want to" his voice echoes' in my head.
My fingers travel down. To his chest. He was perfection. For a man of his age. I could not want someone more. My shaky fingers fumble close to his waist line.
"Don't be afraid. Touch me" he whispers. "Tease me...taunt me. I am yours baby. I am in your control" he vows to me. My fingers travel downward.
They soon grasp his manhood in between my finger as he kisses me. He was throbbing already in my hands. Swollen for me. He takes a deep breath before our tongues swirl together. My fingers fumble around his soft skin. I stroke him gently. He bucks in my hand. Grunts a little as I lead the way. I feel him come a little on my hand. Dripping between my fingers. He hungrily kisses my neck. Moving his lips further down my body. To my right breast. I groan as I feel him nibble at my skin. His lips felt so good on my flesh.
A heat wave surged in my body. He takes my nipple into his mouth gently tugging and sucking at it. I could hardly focus on what I had been doing to him. I feel him slide two of his fingers inside of my panties. He slides his fingers in me. Stroking inside of me.
"Jordan" I groan his name. I wanted more. More of him.
"Baby" he mutters softly as he comes back up claiming my lips in a kiss.
"I want you now" I beg of him. He removes my panties off. He slides himself in me. We become one. It was such an intense feeling.
Before we were so connected. He knew my body and what I needed. With no words. Such a deep connection with each other. I hoped I pleased him equally as well. I feel him thrust deeper into me. I grasp at his broad back muscles. He kisses my neck. Sweat beads roll down his body as heat radiates off of us.
"I love you. You are mine" he vows as he kisses me.
"I love you" I vow in the heat of the moment. He knew he had me. He knew I was his forever. I always had been his.
