Finding Home (8 page)

“I loved you, Jordan. I waited and I waited for you,” she tore him apart with the look in her eyes. “But you never came. You never called. No letters, no emails. Nothing. That is what I got from you. And that is what you made me feel like I meant to you. Nothing.”

“I’m sorry will never be enough,” he said. “But I am, and I vow to spend every day for the rest of our lives making it up to you if you’ll only give me the chance.”

“How can I trust you now Jordan?” she asked. “What makes this time any different?”

“I do,” he swore. “I want you to stay here with me. I want to show you how much you mean to me every day from here on out. I want to earn your trust again, to show you that your love wasn’t wasted on me. I want you Andy. I want us.”

“I just don’t know, Jordan,” she shook her head and he could see the struggle in her eyes. “I don’t know what I want right now. There is just too much going on for me to make a decision like that right now.”

He nodded his head wanting to give her time but not willing to give up. “Then how about giving me tonight, Andy? To remind you of just how good we are together.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but he stopped her by placing his mouth over hers and consuming her like the finest brandy he’d ever had. He’d never know if she had been willing to agree or ready to say no and send him on his way. All he knew was that the kiss took them both past a point of words.

She clung to him, reluctantly at first but then, as the passion between them grew, with a clinging frenzy that he was sure would leave her nail prints in his back and shoulders. She came alive for him, with him, and it was natural to sweep her into his arms and head blindly down the hall in search of a bedroom.

He found it and was happy to see it was lit only by the dim glow of candle light. The covers were already turned back, and he gently eased her onto the bed, making sure to dislodge the towel she wore as he did. He pulled back from the kiss and was rewarded with the smoldering look in her eyes, the fast beat of her pulse at the base of her throat and the heaving of her chest as she gasped for air. She was gorgeous, more so than he remembered.

He ran a finger down her cheek and then traced a line down her throat to where that pulse showed so clearly. Then he let his lips follow. She tasted of vanilla, a scent he remembered that she loved and indulged in often. The heat of her skin seemed to intensify the smell so that he felt surrounded by it and her. He let his tongue taste her flesh, leaving a wet path down her throat. She was warm and soft and so delicious his teeth ached for more.

His hands slipped to her breasts, pushing and squeezing the firm globes until her nipples stabbed into his palms begging for more. And he was so willing to give it. She had always had the most sensational breasts he’d ever seen. So big, and yet firm to the touch and natural. He loved the way they felt in his hands and his mouth. He moved one hand to cup her breast and bent to take the nipple into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it, being sure to get every bit of the areola inside, and sucked gently on it. His other hand moved so that he could fondle her other nipple with it.

She moaned and arched up to him and the gentleness left. He nipped with his teeth, sucked vigorously at her flesh and used his other hand to pinch and pull until she was thrashing beneath him. Her fingers found their way into his hair and he enjoyed the sharp tugs on his scalp as she pulled on the locks. He switched back and forth between her nipples until they were wet, red and swollen from his attentions. Then he moved down along her stomach.

He let his tongue taste, his teeth nip the sweet flesh of her abdomen before stopping and fucking her belly button with his tongue. She moaned and pulled at him, but he just continued his journey licking and sucking and nipping every inch of the way. He nuzzled the tiny patch of curls that crowned her pussy folds and inhaled deeply of the unique musk that was all Andy. There was absolutely nothing that tasted as good as Andy’s pussy.

He moved her so that she lay crosswise on the bed with her legs dangling over and then dropped to his knees between her thighs. He could taste the rest of her by bending over her on the bed but this, her pussy, was to be enjoyed for a while. He spread her legs wide and ran the fingers of one hand along the inner folds opening her cunt to his view.

“So beautiful,” he whispered loving the way her juices coated his fingers. He closed his eyes and just breathed her in for a moment, but he couldn’t wait much longer. And the way that she was thrashing about, neither could she.

He bent to her sex and ran his tongue from her opening up to and around her clit before heading back down. He dipped his tongue barely inside her pussy and teased them both with the small shallow thrusts. He licked her folds, cleaning every bit of juice that was coating her. Then he moved back up to her clit and jabbed at it with the pointed tip of his tongue until it puckered, just begging for his touch.

But it wasn’t until he heard her moan his name that he finally gave in and wrapped his lips around it and sucked the flesh with soft tugs. He pushed two fingers deep inside her cunt and twisted them around. Andy screamed and he sucked harder on her clit. He fucked her pussy with his fingers moving them quickly in and out, the knuckles of his other fingers hitting the flesh between pussy and anus.

And his woman loved it.
His woman
. He refused to believe that she wasn’t still his in every way that mattered. He loved her. He’d hurt her, but he would do everything in his power to make it up to her. Everything.

He could feel her body tightening and knew that she was ready to come. He slipped a third finger inside, nipped her clitoris with the edge of his teeth and held tight while she exploded around him.
 
He replaced his fingers with his tongue and ate all the sweet juices that she gave him. He slowed and gentled her, letting her come down from the high of the orgasm he had given her. His cock was a throbbing ache behind his zipper, and he wanted nothing more than to stand up and thrust home. But this decision had to be hers. And this time he had to hear her say yes.

Andy laid in a stupor for a moment, her whole body weak and sated. No one performed cunnilingus like Jordan. She needed to catch her breath. She needed to think again. Then he stood between her thighs, and she could see the straining bulge of his rock hard cock in his jeans. His eyes were filled with need and somehow she knew he was waiting for her to tell him it was okay. And she would. Because no matter what he’d done, she still loved him. She could hold everything against him…or she could let it go. He had come back for her. It had taken him long enough, but he had come back. And for this moment that was all she was going to care about.

She leant up on her elbows and nodded her head at him. “Fuck me, Jordan,” she told him in a voice husky from the way she had screamed with pleasure just moments before. “Fuck me hard and fast until I can’t feel anything but you and me.”

He smiled at her and with a flick of his wrist the top button on his jeans was undone and he was slipping the zipper gingerly down over his bare skin. She loved that about him, the way he was always naked under his jeans. With other clothes he wore boxer briefs, but with his jeans he was bare. Her mouth watered as his flesh flexed forward, the tip already wet with his pre-cum.

She wanted to lick it, to suck his flesh. She wanted his taste on her tongue as hers was still on his. And that quickly, while he was still working free of the denim, she sat up and swung her legs to the side coming easily to her hands and knees on the bed.

With one hand she cupped his balls and the other she wrapped as far as she could around the thick stalk of his cock. She couldn’t wait. So she leant in and bathed the head with her tongue swiping that tiny bit of his essence into her mouth and savouring it.

He groaned and she looked up and into his eyes and smiled. She was as good as he was. He’d taught her well. Taught her all the ways that she could please him with her mouth. And she knew just the way he liked to have just the head of his cock sucked while her hand stroked up and down the shaft. She remembered how much he liked it when she flicked her tongue in the tiny notch just under the head. He was very sensitive there.

She slipped him from her mouth and latched her lips around that notch and sucked. Jordan clenched his fingers in her hand and thrust against her, making her release him so that her lips slid down his cock to the swollen balls that were snug beneath. She sucked first one globe and then the other into her mouth being both gentle and rough in turns, sending the pleasure spiraling out of control in him.

Jordan
tugged hard at her hair, sending tingles through her scalp as he pulled her mouth away from him.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he promised. “I’m going to take you hard and fast until you scream.” He bent down to her and took her mouth in a full-on assault of a kiss. His tongue invaded and possessed, and the eroticism of tasting her own essence on his tongue almost made her orgasm. He thrust it deep into her mouth and she sucked it, welcoming the taste that filled her mouth.

Jordan
returned the favour, nipping her bottom lip when she tried to regain control. Then he pulled away and she did her best to follow rising to her knees on the bed. But he just nipped her again and smiled.

“I’m going to make you scream all night long,” he vowed. “Now turn around and get back on your hands and knees.”

She did as he asked and then moved further onto the bed to make room for him behind her. And with no more foreplay between them he grabbed her hips, pulling her back into him and arching over her. His teeth found her shoulder just as he slipped one hand down between her thighs to guide his cock home. And then it was stars and explosions and a euphoria that coursed through her in never-ending spirals. It was hard and it was fast. It was everything she remembered and so much more.

He pounded into her wet cunt giving her no time to recover as she lost herself in the orgasms racking her body. It was like the final firework display on the Fourth of July, the one where the colours kept booming into the sky and it seemed that it would never end. That she didn’t want it to end. This never ending orgasm was making her body a display of fireworks, with tiny ripples giving way to larger ones, and then going back to smaller ones in a never ending circle.

She was screaming. She had no idea for how long, she only knew that her throat ached with the cries she was making. Her back was arched, her ass high. Her hands claws in the bed-clothes. And still Jordan fucked her. He took her to heights that even they had never reached in the past. Took her there and held her there in that intense moment for what felt like forever before grasping her hips with a force that she knew would leave small bruises as he joined her.

She could feel his cock explode inside her and knew that he had somehow found the time to put a condom on, though she had no idea when. Still, she felt the heat of his release fill her and it sent small contractions rippling in her pussy again. He had given her just what she had wanted. Oblivion. And with a contented sigh she drifted down to the mattress and finally let the world fall away. She was asleep before Jordan ever left her body.

Jordan
finished cleaning them up and lifted Andy to place her under the comforter and sheet before joining her there. He smiled when she automatically rolled to cuddle at his side, one hand going to his chest and one leg lifting to cover his thigh. But it was when she murmured his name that he knew he hadn’t lost her yet. Only in this unguarded moment would she allow him to see that she just might still love him. And that was all the hope he needed for right now.

He wrapped his arm around her, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder before closing his eyes and joining her in slumber.

Chapter Seven

Andy woke alone in her bed and wanted to scream in frustration.
 
The bastard had left her again.
 
What was it with her?
 
And how the hell could she feel something for a man that didn’t know how to stay? She remembered exactly what she had experienced with Jordan last night. Heaven. She still loved him. But she wasn’t comforted at that revelation like she should have been and not just because he had pulled another disappearing act. Because she felt the beginnings of something with Jackson as well? Now what was she supposed to do? It wasn’t like she could have them both. She groaned and rose from the bed to head for the kitchen and started coffee before hitting the shower. She needed both this morning.

Today was the day that she intended to talk to her sister about what had transpired between them. They were older now and, truth be told, Andy thought they would need each other in the days and weeks to come. For their mother and father and for each other as well. It was time that they officially put the past behind them and move into the future. All of them.

She filled the pot with water and put a filter in and measured out the coffee. Once she turned it on, she noticed the note on the table form Jordan.

Last night was perfection. I know that you may still need time to forgive me and I don’t blame you. But I also know that last night wouldn’t have been all that it was if there wasn’t still some love inside you for me. I love you too. I’ve never stopped though I never showed it as I should. I’ve never had anyone in my life like you and instead of showing you I put you on the back-burner taking for granted that you would stay there waiting for me. I was wrong, so wrong. You are better than I deserve and I know it. But I’m hoping that you won’t feel that way.