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I lay in bed thinking. Thinking about the night before. It had been perfect and had somehow filled me with sexual confidence. Jordan had taken control and guided my fairly inexperienced self into the abyss, more than once.
He was definitely dominant and now I needed time to make my plan as I decided that I now wanted to be the once in control.
''I'm just going to take a shower,'' I said as I rolled over to look Jordan straight in the eye. He grinned and nodded without saying a word.
The spray was the perfect temperature and I closed my eyes, giving a soft moan as the cool water drenched my heated flesh. For a moment I stood there, humming softly to myself, reveling in the fact that once I left the shower, I was going to be the one in control.
My feeling of smug satisfaction lasted all of eight seconds.
''I never knew you had such a good singing voice,'' came a dark male drawl from directly next to me and a soft gasp of shock as I opened my eyes and brushed the water away from my face to clear my vision.
Jordan stood only inches away from me, gloriously naked and unashamedly aroused, It struck me there that his body was as close to male physical perfection as it was possible to get.
''Congratulations, a shower together was the perfect idea. I definitely approve,''.
My new found confidence vanished in an instant.
He wasn't supposed to approve. He was supposed to be feeling deflated at the fact that I'd left him laying in bed.
Instead he looked like a man who was well and truly in control of the situation. I however was the one resisting the temptation to flatten myself against the wall of the shower.
''You didn't need to join me,'' I said in a cool voice, averting my eyes from the tantalizing vision of a bronzed muscular chest. I didn't dare look lower.
Jordan gave a soft laugh and reached out to pull me closer in a gesture that was pure caveman. I stared helplessly at him, fascinated by his undiluted masculinity . My heart was thumping so hard I could hardly breathe and as I felt him reach for the soap and slide his hands down my bare back I couldn't hold back a moan.
''You have an amazing body,'' He said hoarsely, turning me round and sliding his hands down my body.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to think about something else but the only thing on my mind was Jordan and when I felt his hands move to my hair I shuddered in approval.
He lathered my hair, his fingers delivering a slow, sensual massage to my scalp. He knew exactly how to touch me. Exactly how to melt resistance . Exactly how to drive me wild.
He washed the rest of my body, lingering in some parts just long enough to make me squirm. He carried on until my whole body was quivering with anticipation.
Unable to wait any longer I reached out and slid a hand over his chest and then lower still, following the track of hair that lead downwards.
He caught my wrists in his hands and drew my arms around his neck, refusing me the satisfaction of touching him.
Still in teasing mode, he licked the corners of my mouth, played with my lower lip and kissed his way down my neck until I was gasping and writhing against him.
My whole body throbbed and ached with an intensity that approached pain. He teased and seduced me and until every nerve in my body was humming. My mind ceased to function.
He switched off the shower, wrapped me in a soft towel and lifted me into his arms. He laid me on the bed, removed the towel with a gentle but determined tug and then came down on top of me, a gleam of masculine purpose in his eyes.
Almost breathless with desperation I ran my hands down the sleek muscle of his back and shifted my body under him in an attempt to gain access to the male power of him. He slid away from me in a smooth movement.
''You touch me- why can't I touch you?''
''Not yet-'' He anchored my wrists in his hands and held them above my head and then finally lowered his head to mine.
He took my mouth in a kiss so hot and sexual that the room spun around me and I thought I might actually lose consciousness. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth with erotic expertise. I was so drugged by his kiss that I didn't realise that he'd tied my wrists until I tried to slid my arms around him and discovered I couldn't.
My hands were firmly secured to the head of the bed.
A flicker of alarm penetrated the sensual fog that had paralysed my brain and I tried to tug at my wrists but he chose that precise moment to flick his tongue over my nipple and I gave a gasp as sharp needles of sensations pierced my body.
I writhed and shifted on the bed, trying to rediscover my powers of speech and demand that he let me go, when he sucked me into his mouth and proceeded to subject me to the powers of his tongue.
I squirmed and gasped and tugged at my bound wrists and just when I though I couldn't take any more, he slid down my body.
Barely able to form words, I gave a moan of protest, horribly embarrassed.
''Untie me, Jordan, please-''
He lifted his head, ''Not yet. You still have too many inhibitions. You think too much. All that is going to happen is that I intend to torture you with pleasure until you will be totally unable to resist.''
Realising his intention, I tried desperately to keep my legs together, but he gave a low laugh and ignored my feeble resistance, opening me to his hungry gaze with the gentle pressure of his hands.
I'd never felt so exposed before, so vunerable, and my face burned hot under his probing, masculine gaze.
Then he was parting me and I felt the damp flick of his tongue exploring me intimately. I gave a gasp of shock he circled my clit, lapping frequently at my juices.
When he slid his fingers deep inside me, I shot into a climax so intense I cried out sharply in pleasure. The sensation went on and on, his fingers and mouth witness to the sensual havoc he was creating within me.
Finally the spasms eased and he slid up my body and ran his fingers through his damp, tangled hair. Then he reached up and freed me, trailing the scarlet silk ribbon that had held me captive over one hardened nipple.
''Now, you cant touch me,'' He informed me. He was all too aware of his own abilities.
I reached for him urgently, closing my slender fingers over the impressive throb of his erection with a moan of feminine approval.
With a grunt deep in his throat, he slid an arm under my hips, positioned me to his satisfaction and thrust deeply into me, it felt so shockingly good to have him inside me again. Wrapping my legs around him, I moved my hips instinctively and he muttered something against my mouth before driving hard and setting a rhythm that was primitive and out of control.
I raked my nails down his back and he dug his fingers into my thighs, bringing his mouth down hard on mine, connecting us in every way possible until the inevitable explosion engulfed me, suspending thought and time.
Dimly I registered a masculine groan and I knew that my climax had driven him to the same peak. I felt the liquid force of his own release, felt him thrust hard as he powered into me, felt his skin rub against mine. The spasms went on and on and I clung to him, overpowered by sensations, waiting for my world to settle.