Chapter 25
Everything was all set, now he just had to arrive and they could start. Well, it's not like they could start without each other really, that'd be kind of weird and defeating the purpose of getting together and, oh her thoughts were all jumbled.
She was a mess, she was riled, and she was extremely nervous. She could handle this, really. She rubbed at the now massive headache that'd formed; she really needed to relax.
Jordan walked into the kitchen, grabbing some aspirin and washing it down with some milk. Tonight would prove to be interesting. Maybe she could let her guard down a bit and have a little fun, fun was foreign to her here lately, hell for the last few years.
Walking over to the table, she looked it over again for what had to be the twentieth time in the last two hours. She adjusted the silverware and the plates and all and started to sit, when the doorbell rang. Whirling around, she took a deep breath and started towards the door, flinging it open.
"Good evening Jordan." Howie smiled, a single rose in one hand and a bag in the other.
"Good evening. Please..." She stepped aside so he could come in.
"This is for you." He handed her the rose.
"It's beautiful, thank you. The kitchen's this way." She led him into the kitchen where he set the bag on the counter. She set the rose in a cup of water and turned to him. "How can I help?"
"By going and sitting in the living room, I got it covered."
"Howie really, I don't mind helping."
"You've worked all day, you need to rest, let me do this for you."
"But I didn't really, I left early so I could..." She trailed off.
Howie raised an eyebrow. "So you could what?"
She shrugged. "Ya know, do stuff."
He smiled. "The house looks amazing." Taking her hand, he led her out the kitchen over to the set table. "Very nice, is this why you left early?" He questioned softly.
Jordan blushed. "Mmm, yeah, I guess."
"Thank you for taking the time to do this. I appreciate it." He leaned in, kissing her gently on the cheek before gently pushing her into the living room. "Now, you relax and tell me about your day, while I get dinner going." He turned, heading into the kitchen.
Her head was spinning, whatever she'd been expecting, it wasn't this. She shook her head. "Uhh, not much to tell really. Same ole' stuff today. Couldn't really seem to focus on my work so I fear I didn't get much accomplished."
"I have days like that too. I'll go into the studio and nothing happens, or it seems that my progression is slow. It's frustrating. Usually if I step away for a short time and then go back, it seems to help. Hopefully tomorrow, you'll be more clear and focused." Howie announced, setting the bag on the counter in the kitchen and starting to empty it of it's contents.
She wasn't even listening to what he was saying now, just his voice. The tone and the flow of his words. Her head tilted to the side, her eyes shut, she wanted him to go on.
"So, Jordan, how long have you been in your job?"
She could barely answer the question, she'd be happy if he just talked all night. "Uh, a-about seven years."
"And you enjoy it a lot correct?"
"I...well I suppose, I mean, I wouldn't do it if I didn't right?"
"Not necessarily. A lot of the time we as people do things we don't enjoy just to have something to do, even if it gives us no real pleasure."
Pleasure, the word seemed so much more intense coming from his mouth, through his lips. Jordan could imagine the kind of pleasure he could give someone, a woman...her. Her eyes flew open.
"Jordan? You still with me in there?"
"What? Y-yes, I'm with you. Sorry, was...thinking." Her face was burning, she was glad he couldn't see her. She heard him opening and closing cupboards and then the sound of a whisk against a bowl. He seemed so comfortable in the kitchen, so at ease. Jordan admired that about him. She turned her head just as he walked out of the kitchen, starting over to the couch.
"It's cooking so we have a few minutes in-between." He smiled, sitting next to her.
She smiled.
"You look tired."
"I am, I left early, but the days really start to take their effect. It's only, what? Tuesday evening." She sighed. "I used to think there was more to life than just...work all the time."
"But, there is."
"For everyone else maybe, but for me it's consistent work."
"So change it, you have the power to. I hate to say it, but the work will be there if you take a day off Jordan."
"I know, and that's the problem. Why put it off when I can get it done and out of the way?"
"Because, everyone needs a break. I'll be the first to tell you that I like to have things done, but I also like to let loose and relax, we all need time for ourselves outside of work, even if that means shutting the door on reality for a few hours. We need to recharge."
She sighed. "It sounds so easy."
Howie studied her. "It is."
Jordan smiled sadly, looking down. "Yeah...easy."
Howie reached out, lifting her chin. "Hey..."
She looked up at him.
"Anything's worth it, if you want it bad enough." He whispered, staring into her eyes intently.
Her breath caught, she was sure he was going to kiss her and right then, she wouldn't have had the power to tell him no.
"I'd better check on dinner." He said softly, smiling. He stood and walked back into the kitchen.
She blinked, what'd happened? He, he didn't kiss her. She felt a tremendous loss suddenly, a loss over something that she didn't have, something that never even happened. Her skin tingled from where his fingers had been. She slumped down on the couch.
He braced his hands on the counter, staring down into the sink. That had been close. It'd taken everything he had in him not to kiss her just then. He knew she was waiting for him to, he'd wanted to, but he didn't feel that it'd been the right time. She was intoxicating though. He wanted to be around her, which is why he had to leave when he did; he wouldn't have been responsible for what would've happened if he hadn't left.
Turning, he stirred the sauce in the pan and lowered the heat, lifting the lid on the pan and tending to the food, adding a few spices here and there.
If he could just get her to relax more. He'd said from the beginning, that he'd like to see what she'd be like relaxed and indifferent. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a bottle of wine and set it in the refrigerator.
Ok, so he was crafty. If he needed a little alcohol to get her relaxed, he'd do it, anything it took for her to be more receptive to the time they were sharing together. Not only that, but the wine brought out the flavor in the food. Dinner was almost ready. Walking back over to the table, he set the candles he'd bought out along with some matches.
Jordan listened carefully to the sounds coming from the kitchen and slowly sat up. She watched as he placed various things out on the table and what appeared to be candles. She smiled a bit; the thought seemed awful romantic.
"Jordan, dinner's ready."
Standing, she walked over to the table, getting ready to sit when Howie shuffled up behind her.
"Whoa whoa, wait...allow me." He smiled, pulling the chair out for her.
She chuckled, sitting carefully. "Thank you."
Howie winked before walking back into the kitchen. He came out a few seconds later with two plates, sitting one in front of her.
"Oh this looks delicious! I love grilled salmon!" She beamed.
"Whew! Got lucky." Howie smiled.
"Thank you." She grinned and watched as Howie poured them each a glass of wine before sitting himself.
"I hope it tastes good."
"I'm sure it does." Howie smiled, lifting his glass. " A toast, to relaxing and intimate meetings."
She almost tipped the glass over picking it up, swallowing hard. She lifted her glass to his, staring into his eyes intently.
They touched glasses lightly before each taking a sip.
"Oh, this is delicious."
"I'm glad you like it. Please, dig in, I'm dying to know what you think."
Nodding, she speared some of the meat and took a bite, immediately overwhelmed with a sea of flavor and spices. "It's absolutely delicious!" She moaned.
"Yeah?"
"Oh yes, it's so good." She took another bite, groaning in pleasure.
Howie smiled, breathing a dramatic sigh of relief. "Now I can sleep peacefully tonight."
Jordan rolled her eyes. "I just made your night didn't I?" She chuckled.
"You did!" Howie laughed.
They continued eating, making pleasant conversation. Once dinner was finished, Jordan insisted on cleaning up. So they did the dishes together and sat in the living room to talk a bit.
"So Jordan, tell me a bit about yourself."
"Like?" She asked, watching him thoughtfully.
"Anything. I know you have the same brother sister combination as me, but what else? What do your parents do? How did you become a PR?"
"Wow, well let's see. My parents are into Real Estate. Dad has his own company and Mom does the secretarial stuff and all. They live in Indiana. I got into PR work right out of college. I got my degree in Business Management and I minored in Psychology. I did a few odd end jobs for a while, when I heard about an opening with the Olympics Committee and I applied. I got the job and moved about three months later."
"That's pretty amazing. It seems like you enjoy your job a lot."
"I do, I really do. But sometimes I wonder if it's worth it all ya know? I work and I work and I really have nothing to show for it except bags under my eyes."
"Time off, it's a beautiful thing." Howie chuckled.
"Yeah I know. I'm realizing how much I enjoy just relaxing; I haven't done it in a while. I mean, I've never been the kind of person who partied hard or whatever, never my style. But, on occasion I like to hang out, but I stopped once work became so demanding. Now it's like I don't know how to."
Howie nodded.
"Many a night I've come home tense and stressed out. It's amazing; I corner the market on aspirin. I've taken to buying the economy size." She chuckled sadly.
Howie shook his head. "That's not good Jordan. Well, how bout I help you with that?"
"Help me how?"
Howie move closer to her. "Turn so your back is to me."
She raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
He rolled his eyes. "Just do it, don't ask so many questions. Trust me."
Hesitantly she turned and gasped as she felt his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her between his legs, she tensed immediately.
"Relax, just relax. I'm not gonna try to take advantage of you or anything."
She chuckled a bit. "Aww, that's too bad."
"It could be arranged ya know."
She laughed again. "I'm sure it could." She felt his hands settle on her shoulders and she swallowed hard. Clearing her throat, she jumped when she felt his hands starting to rub over her tired muscles.
"Relax."
She nodded, sighing softly and closing her eyes. He had amazing hands; he knew just the right amount of pressure to apply, and all the right places to touch. Her eyes flew open and she pulled away quickly.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing, just uh...thought I heard something."
Howie blinked, studying her frame. He knew as well as she did that she didn't hear anything. She seemed to have been relaxing when something startled her. He wondered what she was thinking. "Come on, come back here."
"Uh, ok." She scooted back again and felt his hands return to her shoulders. Soon her eyes drifted shut again, she felt herself leaning back against his wide chest, her head lolling back onto his shoulder.
Howie studied her intently, his hands dropping down her back slowly, rubbing still. He shifted slightly, his pants suddenly a little too tight. She looked so calm and relaxed; he took the moment to memorize the way her lips curved into a soft smile, the way her eyelids fluttered slightly. Bringing his hand up, he removed the clip from it, her hair spilling out over his shoulder. Slowly she opened her eyes.
"Howie?"
"It'll help you to relax, let me help." He leaned down, unable to resist placing a light kiss on her neck.
She shivered involuntarily; she hadn't been expecting to feel his lips like that, and how did she miss when he'd taken the clip out of her hair. One minute he's rubbing her shoulders and the next she's got her head on HIS shoulder and he's kissing her neck. What had just happened?
Howie slowly moved down her neck, pushing the silky fabric of her blouse aside, to reveal her shoulder, trailing his kisses along her soft skin. She was intoxicating, he feared that now that he'd started, he wouldn't be able to stop until he found out just how she tasted.
Again she shivered, she found herself clutching at his legs, stifling a moan. God those lips, suddenly she wanted them anywhere, everywhere on her body. A longing so strong, it rocked her to her core. A strangled gasp suddenly escaped her lips. "Howie."
He slowly brought his lips up, placing light kisses on her cheek and over her jawbone. "So soft." He murmured.
She felt herself starting to flush, the heat starting to take over her body.
He had to wait, to slow things down just a bit. "Jordan, why don't you go up and take a bath. Once you get out, we can finish your massage...ok?"
Jordan blinked. A bath? Was he serious?
"Go on, I'll start the bath." Howie smiled, standing and walking up to her bathroom.
She couldn't believe it, he was totally serious. This was not what she was expecting. Slowly she made her way up to her room. Walking to her dresser, she grabbed her basic underwear, when she stopped. Would Howie be seeing her in her...underwear? Quickly looking out the door to make sure he wasn't coming; she bolted into her closet. Shuffling through the various drawers, she stopped suddenly, pulling out the long white box.
She made her way back out, setting the box down on the bed and slowly lifting the cover to reveal a set of purple lingerie. She bought the set a while back as sort of a joke. Michelle had insisted she buy a set for her then boyfriend. She'd never felt comfortable enough to wear it for him and never really understood the point to the thing. That was then, this was now. Now she wanted to wear it, now for some reason, she understood.
Jordan snatched the lingerie up and put it with her robe and other stuff, out of sight and started toward the bathroom, stilling just inside the door. The tub was filled with bubbles; the room was dark except for a few lit candles. The heady scent of roses filled the air. Jordan watched, stunned as Howie turned to look at her, a soft smile on his lips.
"I'll get your bed ready so that when you get out, you'll be able to slip right in and get some rest. Enjoy your bath Jordan." With that, he slipped out, shutting the door softly behind him.
She looked around the room. He had everything set up for her. Quickly she undressed, slipping into the water. She sighed contently as the warm water surrounded her aching muscles. Grabbing her loofha sponge, she dunked it in the water, running it over her body. Her thoughts drifted to Howie.
What he was doing in her room? He was getting it ready for her to get into he said, but what did that include? Just pulling the covers back? She squirted some bath gel onto the sponge, continuing to wash. Her mind wandered again, she wanted him there, with her. She bit her lip, it was driving her crazy that she couldn't focus on her bath, the only thing she could seem to focus on was her wanting him in the bathroom with her. Quickly she brushed some of the bubbles over her chest. She was cracking up; just the thought of him in there with her made her all self conscious. Jordan sank deeper under water, closing her eyes. She wouldn't think of that anymore, she wouldn't.
Howie listened to the water splashing in the bathroom and slumped down heavily on the bed. It was taking everything in him not to break the door down and join her in that tub. Shaking his head, he stood again, continuing to fix everything. He hadn't planned on doing this, but luckily, he'd come prepared for it. Scented massage oils, scented candles, how could he have known to bring them? Somehow he had and had a wide assortment. He supposed some part of him on some level had hoped he'd be able to use them on her and he would and it'd be totally innocent.
Walking over to the window, he opened it, the cool air blowing into the room, carrying the scent of the night. Starting back over, he grabbed the matches off the dresser where he'd left them, and started lighting the various candles around the room.
Jordan made her way out of the tub, feeling refreshed and totally relaxed. Drying off, she fumbled through her clothes and pulled out the lingerie and stilled. What had she been thinking?! She'd totally lost her nerve. Before she'd been ready for him to see her in it and she still did, but now her nerves were taking over and beat out the daredevil part that had encouraged her to do it. She had no choice now though, the only thing she had was her robe, and she couldn't leave it on. Well she could, but then Howie would know something was up.
Gritting her teeth, she slipped the provocative lingerie on and quickly wrapped the robe tight around her, tying the sash so tight her stomach hurt. Tossing her dirty clothes into the hamper, she did a quick check in the mirror to make sure nothing was showing. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked out. Turning quickly she walked into her room and stopped, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping open. The light scent of lilac and something else hung heavy in the air.
There were numerous candles set up around the room. Her bed had been turned down; rose petals graced the pillow and the rest of the bed. The window was open, a gentle breeze flowing through the room causing the candles to flicker. She stood there, stunned, too stunned to move.
"I take it that this isn't how your room looks normally when you go to bed." Howie chuckled softly.
She slowly shook her head. Howie started over to her, taking her hand and leading her further into her room.
"You don't like it?"
Jordan blinked. "I-I love it."
Howie smiled. "Good...come on, into bed. I can finish your massage before I go if you want."
She blinked again, looking at him. "Huh?"
"Do you need help with your robe?" Howie continued on, reaching out, slowly starting to untie her robe. Suddenly she came to and jerked back. "N-no! I'm fine! I, I can just..."
"Just?" Howie raised an eyebrow.
"I can just stay in my robe."
"You sleep in your robe?" He blinked.
"No, I mean..."
"Well then let's take it off. Do you want me to turn around? I can leave the room if you'd rather."
It was too late for that, she had no choice. "No...it's ok. I'll...I'll do it."
Howie blinked. "Do it?"
"Yeah, you know, drop it, the robe." Howie was quiet for a moment before reaching out, untying the sash on the robe, opening it and slipping his hands inside, his eyes locked on hers.
She stilled, her body reacting immediately to his touch. She watched as his eyes suddenly became darker as his hands came into contact with her bare skin.
"Jordan, baby what are you wearing?" He whispered.
She shivered against his voice, her body moving closer to him suddenly. Jordan held her breath as Howie pushed the robe off her shoulders and to the floor.
He continued to look into her eyes, his heart pounding frantically against his chest, and his pants once again suddenly became tighter than normal. The flimsy thing she was wearing was a sin. It revealed her smooth skin, her curves, her luscious body. He swallowed hard and watched as she suddenly became shy and nervous. After all this time, her poise and her confidence had faded, and now she was exposed, raw and totally vulnerable.
Howie could see the uncertainty in her eyes and took another step forward. "Come on, into bed Jordan."
Taking her hand, he lead her over to the bed, picking her up suddenly and laying her down gently on the bed. She could feel the rose petals under her, the scent surrounding her. She stared up at him, watching as he turned, grabbing something by the bed. She blinked as he opened the bottle that was now in his hands, squirting what appeared to be lotion, into his hands, rubbing them together vigorously. Her eyes widened as his hands met with the smooth skin of her stomach.
"Just relax Jordan." His voice was low and soft. He started rubbing at her stomach gently, slowly moving up, rubbing just under her breasts. He could feel how tense she was; her muscles were taunt and quivering. "Jordan, babygirl you have to relax for this to work. You're so uptight. Just let go and enjoy it."
She was trying, she really was. But she just couldn't seem to get past the fact that his hands were on her bare skin, she just couldn't focus. Her eyes drifted shut, she could feel her body slowly starting to relax, her eyes opening again to find that his hands were now on her chest, rubbing at her shoulders and she tensed again.
Howie chuckled and stopped suddenly.
Jordan looked at him. "You're...stopping?"
He smiled. "Roll over."
"What?"
"Roll over."
She stared at him a moment longer before rolling onto her stomach. She lay there waiting and suddenly she felt something cool hit her skin. "Ohh that's cold!"
"Sorry." He chuckled softly.
"Why don't I believe you?"
Howie just smiled, suddenly placing his hands on her upper back, starting to rub.
She moaned, it'd been so long since anyone had given her a back massage. Her eyes drifted shut as Howie's hands moved over her aching muscles. She could feel herself slowly starting to relax.
The scent of the lotion mixed with the scent of the soap on her skin, floated up towards him, making his head spin. He could still detect her own distinct smell mixed with it. Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat, struggling against the tightness of his pants once again. "Jordan, honey, I need to get all of your back. That means I'm gonna have to unhook the bra here, is that ok?" He asked softly.
She licked at her suddenly dry lips and slowly nodded. She shivered as his fingers brushed her skin lightly, smoothly unhooking the bra and pushing it down a bit. Suddenly she felt overly exposed, but it was too late to stop now.
He ran his hands over her back lightly, savoring the feel of her below his fingers. Her skin was cool and soft, smooth. Reaching out, he grabbed the bottle again. This time he squeezed some of the lotion into his hands, rubbing them together vigorously before placing them on her back. He heard her sigh and he started.
She tensed slightly as he continued to rub her muscles; she could feel herself starting to shake. She forced herself to relax, to take deep breaths. Suddenly she was relaxed again, her body easing into the firmness of the mattress, Jordan sighed again. The feeling was overwhelming; it was strong, intense.
He was itching to run his fingers through her hair, dying to bury his face in the soft tresses and inhale the scent of her shampoo, the scent of her. He studied her soft curves, the way her shoulder rounded down her arm, the slope of her neck, that neck. Just begging to be kissed, to be licked.
It happened before he knew he'd done it, before he could stop himself. Leaning down, he brushed his lips over the swoop of her neck, over her smooth skin that he'd been dying to taste. He could feel her stiffen, but he couldn't stop himself, he couldn't.
He gently trailed his tongue over her skin, before blowing on it. He could feel her shiver below his hands that were now still. Slowly he moved his kisses downward, kissing and brushing his lips over the span over back.
Her heart was racing, she couldn't believe this was happening, it couldn't be happening. Her hands fisted the sheets below her, god his lips felt great on her skin. So soft, so warm, she felt as if she were burning up. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips; she wanted more she realized, she yearned for it. Suddenly his lips were gone and she stilled. Why had he stopped? What if he...?
"Turn around."
She heard the soft whisper, not sure if she'd really heard it, or just imagined it.
"Jordan, please...turn around."
Jordan was certain this time, and she realized that if she turned that the events that would most likely follow, would change things forever. She knew he was giving her the chance, the chance to say no, would she take it?
His heart stopped. He'd made a fool of himself; he'd never be able to look at her again. Howie never stopped to think that maybe she really didn't want him as badly as he'd wanted her, still wanted her. He knew there was the risk that she wouldn't want this, that she wouldn't want to be with him, but he'd pushed that thought away, hoping against hope that this once, she'd let go and let someone else do something for her.
Starting to pull away, he went to stand, when she moved. Slowly at first, then suddenly she turned over, laying on her back. Slowly she brought her gaze to his and he was lost. Her dark eyes bore into his in some unheard surrender. He tilted his head to the side in amazement. Fear, there were fear in those eyes. Of all the things he thought he'd see in her eyes, he never expected fear.
Reaching up, he gently caressed her cheek, loving the feel. Bending over, he brushed his lips over her cheek lightly. Pulling away, he looked into her eyes again.
"Howie, I..."
"Shhh..." He placed a finger over her lips, still just staring at her. Slowly he leaned down, brushing his lips over hers lightly before kissing her softly.
It'd happened finally. She'd been waiting so long for this moment and all the waiting had been worth it, so worth it. It all felt so right, so perfect. She couldn't think about anything but the feel of his lips pressed against hers.
Howie deepened the kiss slightly, not wanting to scare her off, but needing more of her. So he wasn't expecting her to reach up and wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He moved closer, stretching out along side her, the kiss quickly intensifying to something more, something hotter. He brought his hands up her bare side and up her face to run through her hair like he so badly wanted to do.
She moved her hands down, frantically working on the buttons of his shirt. It was easier if she didn't think about it, didn't think about what she was doing. Quickly she pushed his shirt from his shoulders, and he shrugged out of it, tossing it to the floor. He turned to her, staring intently at her before leaning down to kiss her again.
Jordan sighed at the sweetness of it, not noticing as his lips left hers, trailing down her throat to her chest, kissing lightly. She ran her hands over his smooth back, reveling in the strength that rested just below the surface.
Reaching down, he managed to pull the bra off, letting it fall to the floor. He moved further down her chest, trailing his tongue over the top of her breast, moving down until he captured a nipple in his mouth, tugging gently.
Jordan's eyes flew open as she arched up against his mouth, whimpering loudly. She hadn't been expecting that, the feelings, the sensations. She drew in a sharp breath, her heart pounding frantically. She wouldn't loose control, she wouldn't. But, it was so hard with his mouth on her like that. She stifled a moan, trying to focus on the control that was now slipping.
Howie moved his hands downward, rubbing at her legs. He could feel her shaking, the way she was holding on, trying to keep in control. He would brake that control; he would tare those walls down and take her over. Now was his chance and he intended to take it. Moving his hands back up, he pushed the thin cover up over off her shoulders, bringing his lips down to kiss her shoulder. He could feel her shiver below him, her body tense slightly. Once again he moved his hands down, unhooking the garter belt on each leg and peeling the stockings down.
The nervousness rose within her, she could actually feel her body trembling. The feel of his hands on her legs wasn't helping either. She clutched at the sheet below her, struggling for calm.
"Jordan...Jordan, baby relax. Just relax." Howie whispered in her ear.
She was trying she really was. But that control she'd tried so hard to hang onto, was just about gone and was being replaced by an unnecessary fear. It'd been so long since she'd been intimate with a man; she'd pushed all of it from her life to focus on her career. What if she wasn't good enough? She felt his hands cup her face and his voice calling out to her softly.
"Jordan..."
She looked into his eyes slowly, those deep brown eyes. Those eyes that held such passion, such intensity now focused on her. Jordan took another breath.
"Jordan, just calm down. Enjoy the feelings." He leaned down, kissing her deeply. He slowly moved his hands up, slipping his hands inside the thin underwear, pulling them down. He hadn't expected her to be so nervous, so unsure. It thrilled and sobered him as well. He knew how important this was, how important that it was that everything went smoothly. Slowly he brought his hand up the insides of her legs, gently pushing them apart, still kissing her deeply. Moving his hand all the way up, he brushed a finger over her lightly.
Jordan gasped softly, she hadn't even been aware that he'd removed her underwear, she trembled, her hands clutching the sheet even tighter in her hands. He did it again and she felt her stomach drop. She almost wanted to laugh from the sheer pleasure of it. She sighed a bit, her breathing starting to deepen. Just when she thought it couldn't get any better; he slowly slipped a finger inside, rubbing her gently. Her whole body arched off the bed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Howie brought his other hand up, resting it on her abdomen, bending over to place soft kisses over her stomach as he started to move the hand that was inside her, rubbing and teasing her gently.
She moaned loudly, tightening around his fingers suddenly, urging him deeper. She wanted more; she wanted the feeling to intensify. Slowly she brought her hand down, covering his. "Howie." She whimpered, pushing her hips up to meet his hand.
"Ahhh Jordan, you feel so good, so wet." He murmured in her ear, rewarded to hear her cry out softly again. He moved his hand again, a bit faster now.
She couldn't think, couldn't hold back. Her body tensed uncontrollably and suddenly he was there, his lips covering hers as she released around his fingers over and over.
He pulled away, looking at her flushed face. He gently brushed the hair that'd fallen on her face away. "Open your eyes Jordan." He whispered.
Slowly her eyes opened, deep dark brown surrounded him. A smoldering passion burned just below the surface. She'd come totally undone, totally pliant in his arms, just the way he wanted her. But that longing, that ache inside him only grew stronger. He need to feel her, needed to be apart of her now. He couldn't hold off any longer.
"Jordan, I need you...I need you." He sighed, kissing her neck, burying his face there.
"Yes..."
He lifted his head to look at her; he wanted to make sure. He wanted to know that she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her.
"Yes Howie, please. I want you." She moved her hands down, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down along with his boxers until they fell to the floor.
He stared at her a moment longer, looking deep into her eyes, seeking what he wanted. Acceptance and that intense need, the same need he felt. Reaching down, he lifted her legs up, wrapping them around his waist as he gently rested between her legs.
There was no turning back and she didn't want to. Her heart was pounding frantically against her chest, she couldn't wait any longer for him. "Howie...please." Leaning down he kissed her gently, slowly moving forward, slipping into her gently. She moaned against his lips, tightening around him instantly. She felt him shudder against her and she held him tighter, tightening her legs around him.
He would try to hold back, go slow for her. He wanted it to be perfect. Howie moved slowly, tentatively at first, loving the feel of her around him. He knew it would take everything in him to hold off, it would be hard.
He watched her carefully, the way her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted. Leaning down, he tasted those lips, moving again gently, pushing in deep and withdrawing slowly, savoring every moment.
"Howie," She whispered, tarring her lips from his and bringing her hips up to meet his. It was too good, felt too good. If she were dreaming, she didn't want to wake up. She loved it, she'd wanted this from the moment she met him she realized, just was too blind to see.
"Oh god, Jordan. I had no idea it'd be this good, that you'd feel this good." He murmured in her ear, pushing into her again.
She held him tighter to her, running her fingers through his hair. She couldn't get enough suddenly, she needed more. Jordan moved her hands through his hair and down his back, trailing her nails along gently to feel him shudder.
"More Howie, please."
Gradually he started to pick up the pace, moving a bit faster, harder. He knew it was too late for him now, far too late to turn back. He'd fallen in love with her, in way too deep. He fell for someone he shouldn't have. He closed his eyes, but it wouldn't block it. Wouldn't block her face, her flushed face. He drove deeper, pressing against her tightly, feeling her tighten around him.
Jordan could feel her body tensing around him. Her eyes were starting to burn, her breathing becoming choppy. She wouldn't let it happen, she wouldn't. Not now, not right now. She squeezed her eyes tighter shut, trying to block out, what her heart had already let happen.
"Jordan, baby, please. Let me feel you, let me feel you."
She felt the warmth rush over her, the rush to her center as he moved faster. She called out softly when she felt his hand rub her gently. "Howie." She moaned.
"Cum for me Jordan, cum" He whispered, pushing harder. He needed this from her; he needed her to give up for him.
She could hold back no longer and arched off the bed, hugging him tightly as she released around him, her body pulsing over and over again.
He felt her release, prompting his own, stilling as he released gently after her, resting on her carefully.
She fell back on the bed, her body weak and heavy. Her eyes slowly opened before fluttering shut again. He'd done everything right, everything. She'd felt treasured and important. She wanted to feel this way forever, forever. But she didn't have forever.
Howie brushed a strand of hair from her face, trying to regulate his breathing. Leaning down his kissed her gently, running his hand up and down over her hip gently.
"Mmm, Howie. Thank you." She whispered, her voice barely audible.
He blinked, something deep inside him touched by her sudden soft words. He brushed his lips over her forehead lightly, rolling off her carefully and pulling her up against his side. She snuggled in close to him, drifting off quickly. He hugged her tightly to him, closing his eyes.
It was too late for him. He wanted forever.
