to take a seat at the head of my table.
After dinner, I showed Jordan the rest of the house and ended up in the basement sitting on my futon sipping on a couple of cosmopolitans. Jordan suggested that we dance and put on a CD. As we danced, he sang softly in my ear while playfully running his hands over my breast. We began to kiss passionately until the CD was over. Jordan suggested that I go upstairs take a shower and to come back down so he could give me a massage. He pulled out a couple of CDs from his bag and placed them in the player. I quickly ran upstairs, showered, and put on my favorite perfume. I grabbed a short sexy cover-up and started down the stairs. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed that Jordan had come up the stairs and turned out the kitchen lights. I started downstairs and noticed a flicker of lights emanating from basement. I made my way slowly down the stairs to find my entire basement adorned with candles, and on the table next to the futon bed, there were bottles of massage lotion. Apparently Jordan had found my stash of candles and strategically placed them around the room. I looked over at Jordan and almost cried. He walked over to me and took me by the hand then handed me a chilled glass of champagne. There was the most romantic CD playing in the background which set the mood for another night of outrageous lovemaking. That night, “Romantic Adagios” by Samuel Barber became my psychological connection to Jordan. He removed my robe, and placed me on the futon. He picked up a bottle of the massage oil and poured it in his hands. Jordan said that he was my personal masseuse and would give me the best tension relieving massage ever. He started on my neck, then focused directly on the muscles in my shoulders, then moved to my back, kneading each muscle with the utmost care till he reached the soles of my feet. Damn, I was whipped, and we hadn’t had sex yet! Jordan had me screaming and squirming when he alternated the massage oil with an ice cube. I couldn’t take it anymore and had to get him to stop before I lost my mind. So I turned over, unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him tenderly. I closed my eyes like I was committing his muscular stature to memory. I nibbled at the nape of his neck, and then kissed and licked my way down his shoulders till I reached the middle of his back.
Turning him around, I placed my lips on his manhood, and he moaned and sighed with passion. Jordan was of enormous size as I held his manhood with both hands. He cupped his hands around my face and slowly pulled me up to kiss his lips. I sat him down on the bed, and I straddled my legs across his. He flipped me over onto my back and entered me with a hard thrust. He grabbed my legs and placed them over his shoulder, then pulled out halfway then slowly worked his way back in with short strokes. Over and over we made love, just like the first time. That night, Jordan told me that he was in love with me, and I told him I was in love with him back. When we woke up in the morning, we were still exhausted from the night before. I had enough energy to make us breakfast and go back to bed. But this time was for sleep. We slept for almost five hours in each other’s arms. I was glad we remembered to turn off the ringers on our phones; we didn’t need or want anyone disturbing us. We wanted to give each other undivided attention and solitude. We needed to sleep and recharge our bodies without interruption.
Jordan decided to stay for the whole week, and I was glad he did. I would leave for work around 5:00 AM and would be home by 4:00 PM. Jordan felt right at home and comfortable being there with Hobbs. Three of the five days he spent there, he had dinner cooked when I got home from work. He was amazing! By the end of the week, we both had to take care of our much neglected chores and business, so for the first time in almost a week, we had to separate for two