“Fletcher! Oh my God, Fletcher!”
He lifted his head and slid his hand from her body, but pulled her in for a deep kiss.
She could taste herself on him and that was a whole new level of dirty. He stroked and circled her tongue as he had her clit just moments ago.
Then he pulled back, shoved his shorts and boxers to the floor, and pulled her into his body, as he turned to sit on the cushions.
“We didn’t talk about this the first time,” he said. “Do we need a condom?”
She shook her head. Then frowned. “I’m on birth control. And I would say I was clean—Jason said he and Vivian hadn’t slept together yet, but I don’t know if you trust him.” Then she frowned deeper. “But Jason and I haven’t been together in months anyway.”
Fletcher nodded. He stroked his hand up and down her back slowly. “I’m clean. Up to you.”
She ran her hands into his hair and cupped the back of his head, staring down at him. “I would love to have sex with you without a condom. Are you sure?”
He let out a long breath. “Holy hell, Jordan. Of course I’m sure.”
She reached between them, stroking her hand up and down his hard length. He was big and hot, and she couldn’t wait to have him filling her up.
She moved to position him at her entrance.
He sucked in a breath.
“You ready for this?” she asked.
“I’ve been ready for this for years.” He gripped her hips and helped guide her up and forward.
As she sank down onto his length, they both moaned.
They took it slow at first. He stretched her slowly and deliciously and Jordan felt the sensations licking her body, from the soles of her feet to the back of her neck.
“God, you feel amazing,” he ground out.
“Yes,” she agreed breathlessly. “Oh, yes.”
“Tell me what you want. What you need,” he said.
She moved her hands to his face and looked him directly in the eye. “You. Fletcher, all I need is you.”
He looked at her for a long moment, then he gripped her hips and surged upward, taking over. She gasped as he completely filled her. It was so, so good.
He paused for a moment, as if letting them both adjust.
But after a moment he started moving. And it took her breath away.
She was on top, but Fletcher was very clearly in control. He lifted and lowered her, meeting each slide with a thrust of his hips. Jordan helped, sort of, but she definitely let him set the rhythm.
The position made him go deep with every stroke and she felt her body climbing quickly toward a second orgasm.
“Play with your clit,” he told her. He took her hand and put it between her legs. “I want you to come like this.”
She really thought it was possible she could come without that, but they’d definitely established that her orgasms were strongest with clitoral stimulation. She loved that he was not put off by the idea that she needed more than just his cock.
She circled her clit, lazily at first, loving the deep, slow strokes.
But then Fletcher leaned in and took her nipple in his mouth and sizzling sensation shot through her body. Her finger began rubbing faster and he moved her hips accordingly.
Soon the rhythm was almost frenzied as he fucked up into her and she climbed closer and closer to that pinnacle. Her fingers on the other hand dug into his shoulder and she gasped his name.
“Yes, fuck, Jordan.”
It was the need in his voice that finally pushed her the rest of the way. The coiling ball of pleasure exploded and she came hard, crying his name.
He was right behind her, pounding up into her and then suddenly tensing, squeezing her against him as he came.
The sound of her name on his lips at that moment was the best thing she’d ever heard. Knowing that she could push him to the brink that way, but then also give him the ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction was amazing.
She slumped against him and felt his hold on her ease slightly. But he wrapped his arms around her and she curled into his chest.
They sat entwined, breathing hard, cooling off, for several long minutes.
Finally, Jordan lifted her head and looked down at him. “Beginning, middle, and end,” she told him. “Very, very nice.”
He grinned, kissed her, and then said, “What do you mean end? We’re just getting started, Mrs. Landry.”
20
The next four weeks were a whirlwind of activity, and happiness. Jordan and Fletcher fell into a very easy, happy, sexy routine. They didn’t shower together every morning and Jordan continued to be a later sleeper than Fletcher, but they figured out that the sex in the kitchen worked just fine if he bent her over the kitchen table, without the drop leaves up in place, and that the shower bench really was something they were thankful to Zander for.
And they both got a grand finale or two every day.
Things at the petting zoo also were going well. Spreading the cursing parrots out had worked and no one had heard the word “motherfucker” in weeks—at least not from the birds.
Ana had agreed to have Sophia spend an hour with Chewie every day after school and had started bringing a friend or two with her over the past couple of weeks so he could get used to more kids.
It was working. Chewie was becoming more friendly with the rest of the herd and was eating much better. It was also adorable to watch him strolling toward the fence around three fifteen every day, anticipating Sophia’s arrival. When their visit was over, the alpaca would stand at the fence and watch her go, but after she disappeared from sight he would wander back over to join the rest of the herd and would allow other children to pet and feed him at times.
The porcupines, Spike and Dill Prickles, had gotten used to Jordan handling and feeding them quickly, and everyone thought Spike was the first animal to have a crush on Jordan.
The red panda enclosure was completed. And Griffin and Fiona had both come around to the idea of adding zebras, much to Zeke’s delight. Zebras would not be arriving in Louisiana for at least another month or so, but their barn was nearly completed.
Regan continued to give input as did her two ex-patients, and Brittney, the psychologist who had agreed to consult with the petting zoo’s new program, was incredibly impressed by the plans and how open-minded and passionate Jordan was about everything.
Fletcher really did try to stay out of the way. This was Jordan’s project and she was amazing when it came to brainstorming and discussing new ways for the kids and animals to interact. But sometimes it was hard to hold back his pride and enthusiasm.
Sophia had completely come out of her shell. She was now participating in class discussions, her artwork and writing both showed a much more optimistic and positive attitude, and while she was still quiet during big group activities, she smiled more, sat with other kids at lunch, and played at recess. Ana thanked him at least twice a week and Fletcher continued to insist that the majority of the work was thanks to Jordan and Brittney.
Jordan and Charlie had done a few interviews about the direction of the petting zoo and the new program. They were getting great local attention and had seen an uptick in donations to the zoo. However, they were still waiting for news about the grant application that would make all the difference to Jordan and Brittney’s salaries and Jordan’s ability to attend more specific training and expand the program.