Sandy - Melanie Moreland Page 0,40

eyes. I knew how much nerve it had taken for her to make the first move. She awed me with her act of courage. Neither of us was seventeen with the blush of youth and the unblemished bodies of a teenager anymore. We both carried our life on our skin, within our hearts, and in the memories of the past.

Sandy’s body was lovely. Her skin glowed, taut and soft. There was a softness to her hips, a slight roundness to her stomach. Her breasts were high and sexy, the indent at her waist clear and defined.

And her legs. Her long, lovely legs I suddenly needed wrapped around me as we moved together. She had them crossed demurely in front of her, hiding her most personal of secrets, making me wait to discover all of her.

But I planned on that wait being a short one.

Our gazes held as I walked toward her. I ran my finger along her collarbone, back and forth, smiling as color flushed her skin and her breathing picked up. I trailed my hand down her arm, softly teasing the juncture of her elbow, ghosting it down her forearm, tracing it in circles on her palm, then back up. I heard her soft whimper as I circled her. Saw the shiver run through her body. I opened my robe and pressed myself against her as I drew her into the warmth of the material and my torso. She let her head fall against my chest and I pushed her heavy hair away, nuzzling her neck.

“You are beyond beautiful, my darling. I want you so badly, Sandy.”

She turned in my arms, making me groan. Our bodies meshed together, her suppleness melding against mine. Her breasts rubbed the coarse hairs on my chest, her hard nipples teasing my skin. She lifted her arms, wrapping them around my neck.

“My turn,” she whispered, pushing my robe from my shoulders. I helped her, shrugging off the white robe and letting it hit the floor. She drew a single finger over my chest, down my arm, mimicking my earlier actions. When she cupped my erection through my boxers, I dropped my head back with a long moan.

“Take me to bed, Jordan.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I lifted her into my arms, making her gasp then giggle as I carried her to the bed, placing her on the mattress. I followed her, my body pressing her down into the thick covering as I captured her mouth. We kissed endlessly. Long and hard. Soft and gentle. Exploring and discovering each other. Tasting and learning.

I couldn’t stop touching her everywhere with my hands and my mouth. I discovered the slope of her shoulder, the elegant length of her throat, the spot behind her ear that made her shiver. Her nipples were firm peaks as I tongued and sucked them, making her groan. Her hips fit perfectly in my hands.

She was ticklish behind her knees, her shapely calves strong and smooth under my touch. I ghosted my fingers up her thighs, laughing as she sat up, pushing me back and demanding her turn to explore.

It had been a long time since anyone had explored my body—and I enjoyed every second of it. Her tongue was talented and inquisitive as she traced it over my ribs, up my neck, and along my jaw. She used her sharp teeth to nip at my ears, tease the juncture where neck met shoulder, and nibbled at my chest. She tongued my nipples then slipped lower to my stomach.

“You are so defined,” she murmured against my skin. “So sexy, Jordan.”

“Aiden and Van keep me in shape.”

She sat back on my thighs, her eyes locked on mine as she traced over my aching erection. “Is this for me?”

I groaned as she slipped her hand inside my boxers and wrapped her fingers around me. “Yes,” I choked out.

She stroked me, her eyes glittering in the muted lighting of the room. “So hard, Jordan. So…big.” Her finger circled the crown. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Her words released something inside me. With a low growl, I had her under me, our mouths fused together. She yanked at my boxers, then used her feet to drag them down my legs, pushing them off impatiently. She opened her legs, and I settled into the cradle of her body, feeling the heat of her surround me. The blunt head of my cock rubbed against her, the slickness of her making me groan.

I pushed up on