After dinner, they relocated to the couch where they continued their conversation snuggled up together. It felt like they’d only been talking for a few minutes, which was why she was surprised when Jordan looked at her watch and made a face.
“I better get going, honey. We both have to be up early tomorrow.”
Kirsten sighed. “I guess. I’ll walk you to the door.”
Jordan pulled her to her feet and held her hand as they walked to the door. Then she turned and took Kirsten in her arms. “Thank you again for a wonderful evening. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” Jordan gave her several kisses good night before opening the door and walking to her car.
The rest of the week continued much the same way. Jordan and Kirsten would get together after work for dinner, more talking, and even more kissing. Thursday night, as Jordan was leaving Kirsten’s home, she turned to her. “May I take you to dinner tomorrow night? Like for a real date?”
Kirsten was charmed by the shyness Jordan was exhibiting when asking her out. “I would love to.”
“Great. I’ll pick you up after work. Bye, baby.” Jordan kissed her good night and walked to her car whistling a little tune she couldn’t quite make out.
Chapter Thirty-eight
Jordan arrived at Kirsten’s on Friday night dressed in her best gray slacks; a black silk, short-sleeved, button-down blouse; and low, black heels. Her hair was down, and she wore just a hint of makeup, something she rarely did. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about her appearance—she did—she just hadn’t cared for any other woman like she did for Kirsten, and she wanted to look her best. Kirsten was an elegant-looking woman, and Jordan wanted to look like she belonged with her.
She walked up the pathway to the front door, wiping her sweaty hands down the sides of her slacks. She knocked on the door, and when Kirsten answered, she was once again awestruck. Kirsten was dressed in a form-fitting, V-neck cashmere sweater that was the same shade of blue as her eyes, a black pencil skirt that came to just above her knees, and four-inch black heels that brought her eye-level with Jordan. She looked—in a word—spectacular. Jordan didn’t know what she’d done right in this life to have a woman like Kirsten interested in her, but she hoped to keep doing it.
She handed Kirsten a bouquet of white roses surrounding a single sunflower. Sure, it was quirky and untraditional, but she knew Kirsten loved sunflowers, and she had decided on white roses because they represented new beginnings. Tonight would be a new beginning for both of them. Despite the fact they had been spending almost every evening together for the past week, tonight was their first actual date.
Kirsten took the bouquet then Jordan’s hand and led her inside without saying a word. She placed the flowers on the table, stepped into her arms, and kissed her soundly. “They’re gorgeous, and so are you. You look amazing.”
“You look so beautiful. No”—she shook her head—“there’s not a word that I’m aware of that adequately describes you.”
Jordan thought they should just stay there for the rest of the night and keep on kissing. She was quickly becoming aroused. Jordan shook that thought from her head. She wanted to take Kirsten out to a nice restaurant and dote on her all night.
“Let’s get those flowers into a vase then head out. I made reservations for eight o’clock at a little Italian restaurant by my place.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
*
The restaurant was dimly lit, and each small table was adorned with a candle in a Chianti bottle. The waiter brought their wine, and Jordan picked up her wineglass and held it to Kirsten’s. “To new beginnings.” They clinked their glasses and took a sip.
The flicker of the candle flame couldn’t hide the desire on Kirsten’s face, which ratcheted Jordan’s own arousal up several more notches. They took their time, savoring each succulent bite of their meals. After they were finished, they decided to share an order of tiramisu and an espresso.
When their desert arrived, Jordan gently stopped Kirsten from picking up her fork. “Please allow me.”
Kirsten grinned. She dipped the small fork into the creamy dessert and held it to Kirsten’s mouth. Kirsten’s lips parted just enough to allow entry of the sweet offering, and once she took the first bite, she closed her eyes and moaned softly.
Jordan imagined the look on Kirsten’s face to be very similar to the one she made when she climaxed. Just the thought of that made her entire body thrum with desire. She put down the fork and motioned to the waiter.
“Check, please.”
Chapter Thirty-nine
Jordan drove them back to Kirsten’s house after dinner. She had rested her hand on Kirsten’s bare leg just below the hem of her skirt, and Kirsten traced her arm with her nails. The faint scratching on her arm elicited chills throughout Jordan’s entire body. Arousal and fear dueled for supremacy, and she was unsure what she would do when they finally reached Kirsten’s.
Jordan was certain she was falling in love. She couldn’t help where her heart was leading her, but her head still had something to say about it. She was trying to trust Kirsten, but she was afraid she would end up with a broken heart again. Her head was telling her to continue to take it slow, but her heart was telling her the wait should end. She wished she had a say in the matter.
There was no denying it—Jordan desperately wanted to make love to her. The numerous hours of kissing and touching each other this past week had been enough to drive any woman mad, and more than once she’d had trouble leaving at the end of the night. Not only had she wanted to stay in Kirsten’s embrace, but she’d found it extremely difficult to walk to her car when her clit was throbbing and ready to explode. Normally, she would have taken care of it once she’d gotten home, but she no longer had any desire to touch herself. The next time she reached orgasm, she wanted it to be at Kirsten’s hands or mouth.
To Kirsten’s credit, she had behaved herself by not asking Jordan to make love to her. She’d been very patient, but she’d driven Jordan crazy with every kiss, nibble, and touch. Jordan had known Kirsten had been ready to make love, but she’d still been plagued by a whisper of doubt. When she finally made love to Kirsten, it would be the first time in a long time that she would give herself completely to another woman, and the very thought terrified her. But Kirsten deserved nothing less. She had been open and honest with Jordan, and Jordan finally realized that she wanted to give Kirsten everything.
She pulled into the driveway and walked quickly to the other side of the car to open Kirsten’s door. She offered her hand and helped Kirsten out of the car before leading her up the front walk.
Kirsten unlocked the door before she looked over with uncertainty in her eyes. “Would you like to come in?”
Jordan just smiled and nodded. As she followed Kirsten into the house, she noticed the pictures of Kirsten and John had been taken down. Their absence made her feel so much better about where they were headed. It probably hadn’t been a simple act for Kirsten to remove them, but she appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
Kirsten led them into the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Just some water would be fine.” Jordan wandered back into the living room and sat anxiously on the couch, fiddling with her nails.
Kirsten placed their glasses on the table and sat next to her. She took Jordan’s hands in hers and looked at her with concern. “What’s wrong?”
Jordan knew what she wanted to say, but she couldn’t find words that didn’t make her sound like a dolt. Her chest tightened, and her stomach churned. She looked down at their hands and studied Kirsten’s cradling her own. You’re safe with her, Jordan. She won’t hurt you like Kelly did.
She found her resolve and looked directly into Kirsten’s eyes. “I need to tell you something. You know that from the moment we met there was something between us. Something so deep that it was impossible to ignore.”
Jordan shook her head lightly and licked her lips. “This past week has been amazing. You co
nfirmed what I already knew in my heart. You are the most caring, giving, loving woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You have a way of calming my fears, reassuring me with just a look, making me laugh, turning me on like no one ever has.” She chuckled.
She cupped Kirsten’s cheek. “Kirsten, you mean so much to me.” She positioned herself a whisper’s breath from the most luscious lips she had ever had the privilege of kissing. She hesitated a moment, then closed the distance until she felt Kirsten’s lips upon hers. The first kiss was gentle, but the next became more passionate and heated.
When Kirsten broke away, she hugged Jordan fiercely. “You mean a lot to me too, sweetheart. You are my Anam Cara.”
“What is Anam Cara?” Jordan asked.
“It’s the Celtic spiritual belief of souls connecting and bonding. When two people connect and become completely open and trusting with each other, the two souls begin to flow together. When you find that deep bond, you’ve found your Anam Cara or soul friend.”
“That’s so beautiful, and it describes perfectly what I feel between us.” Jordan smiled. “It’s so good to hear you say that. I never thought I could trust another woman again, but I’m so glad I can, and I’m so glad it’s you.”
They held each other for a few minutes more until Jordan looked into Kirsten’s eyes. “I want to make love to you, Kirsten.”
Kirsten stood and held out her hand. Jordan grabbed it and followed her up the stairs.
*
Kirsten led Jordan to her bedroom, but Jordan stopped in the doorway, fear clouding her eyes. Kirsten turned to her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Is this the bed you and John shared?”
“No, honey, I got rid of that bed. I wanted a new mattress for our new beginning. I’m the only one who has ever slept in this bed.”
Relief washed over Jordan’s face, and it nearly broke Kirsten’s heart. She cupped Jordan’s face with her hands and kissed her soundly. She parted her lips and allowed Jordan’s tongue to enter, and she wrapped her arms around Jordan and pulled her closer against her until they were nearly one.
Their tongues danced passionately until they were breathing heavily. Kirsten led Jordan to the edge of the bed and gently pushed her down. Jordan sat on the edge of the firm, new mattress while Kirsten opened the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a box of matches. She lit a candle that was sitting on the nightstand, bathing the room in a gentle glow.
Kirsten stepped between Jordan’s legs and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. When the last button was undone, she pushed the blouse down Jordan’s arms and dropped it to the floor.
Jordan reached behind herself to unfasten her bra, but Kirsten stopped her. “Let me. I’ve been dreaming about this moment for a long time.”
Jordan obediently dropped her hands to her side. Kirsten reached behind Jordan, unfastening the black, satin bra. Jordan’s familiar scent flooded her senses, and her pulse raced. She stood back and admired Jordan’s muscular yet feminine body.
“Breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking.”
Jordan stood and grabbed the hem of Kirsten’s sweater. “My turn.”
Jordan slowly lifted the sweater over Kirsten’s head and dropped it on the floor next to her blouse. Jordan kissed her neck as she unfastened her bra and discarded it. The sensation of her bare breasts against Jordan’s skyrocketed Kirsten’s arousal, and she had to make a serious effort to allow her to continue slowly undressing her.
“You are so beautiful, Kirsten.” Jordan kissed her softly, all the while tracing the outer edges of her breasts. She moaned, and Jordan continued to tease and caress her nipples into tight peaks until she broke the kiss.
“Touch me, Jordan. Please touch me,” she said breathlessly.
Jordan took the rigid nipple into her mouth and sucked lightly, swirling her tongue around it, then flicking it up and down. She grabbed Jordan’s head and pulled her closer as she threw her own head back. Jordan pulled Kirsten’s breast further into her mouth and continued to suck hard, firing a jolt to Kirsten’s clit. Jordan released her breast and moved to the other one. She licked and kissed the underside before moving to her nipple and gently biting it.
“Oh, baby, that feels so good,” Kirsten whispered.
Jordan slowly released the zipper at the side of her skirt and lowered it to the ground. Jordan dropped to her knees and placed soft kisses along her abdomen until she reached her thong. Jordan continued to place light kisses along her waist while slipping her fingers inside the waistband then unhurriedly pulled the thong down to her ankles so she could step out of it. Kirsten was on fire as Jordan ran her hand reverently through her trimmed hairs.
“Baby, I have to lie down,” Kirsten pleaded.
Jordan led her to the bed. Before Jordan joined her, she unbuttoned her slacks and rushed to get them off. Jordan climbed onto the bed and lowered herself onto her before she again began kissing her face, starting with her forehead, kissing her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, before finally reaching her lips. Kirsten could feel every loving emotion through those kisses. She moaned into Jordan’s mouth as the flames continued to lick at her center, begging to be extinguished.
Jordan brought her hand to her breast and began to tease the nipple again. It pebbled under the expert ministration, and she began to move her hips. Jordan broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.
Jordan reached all the way into her soul with just her gaze, and she had never felt more beautiful than when Jordan looked at her the way she was now. She wrapped her legs around Jordan and turned them over so that Jordan was on her back before she straddled Jordan’s waist. She pulled Jordan’s hands to her own breasts and started to squeeze. Her nipples were quick to respond, to the point of a pleasurable pain.
Kirsten began to move her hips back and forth across Jordan’s stomach, leaving a trail of her arousal on Jordan’s skin. She was so incredibly turned on, and she could feel herself getting harder and wetter with every passing second. She needed Jordan to give her relief. As if reading her mind, Jordan flipped them back over and once again hovered above her.
Jordan slowly and methodically kissed her way down her body, and she shuddered with desire. Jordan stopped just short of her center and looked into her eyes. “I want to taste you, Kirsten. May I?”
“Oh, God, Jordan, please. I want your mouth on me.”
Jordan parted her inner folds and licked the entire length of her sex. She had been waiting for this moment for what seemed a lifetime, and she cried out at the first touch of Jordan’s mouth on her. Jordan was everything she had ever wanted in a lover—attentive, romantic, and focused on her needs. She wanted this moment to last, but she felt the beginnings of her orgasm start to build, and she was powerless to stop it.
Jordan took her time tasting every part of her, and she felt like she was about to combust. When Jordan simultaneously slipped a finger inside her and took her clit into her mouth, she screamed out Jordan’s name and grabbed her head, holding her, needing to stay in Jordan’s mouth. Kirsten exploded and came hard, but she knew she wasn’t done, and it seemed Jordan knew that as well.
Jordan softened her touch but continued to slowly swirl her tongue around her clit. She sucked on it gently, and Kirsten felt it start to swell once again. The tendrils of her second orgasm came almost as quickly as the first.
“Oh, baby, I’m coming again.”
Jordan moaned against her, and the vibration against her sensitive clit sent Kirsten over the edge. She held on to Jordan’s head for dear life as her body bowed. Her clit twitched over and over as Jordan kept constant pressure with her tongue.
She finally released Jordan’s head from captivity and collapsed. Her heart was racing, and she was gasping for breath, but she had never felt so wonderful. It was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, and it was all because of Jordan. Her sweet, wonderful Jordan.
In the blink of an eye, Jordan was lying next to her and holding her in her arms. Kirsten didn’t re
alize she was crying until she felt Jordan wipe her tears with her thumb.
“Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you?”
Kirsten turned her head, saw doubt in Jordan’s eyes, and hurried to reassure her. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It just…” Kirsten knew she had to find the right words, but for the life of her, she was coming up empty. Her brain must have shorted out with that last orgasm. “That was the most magical, special, sweetest moment of my life.” She turned her body toward Jordan and wrapped her in her arms. “That was beyond what I ever imagined I could feel, and it was all because of you.”
Jordan squeezed her tighter. “You’re so beautiful, so responsive. It was the most magical moment of my life, too.”
They lay with their bodies entwined, and after a bit, Kirsten recovered enough to roll Jordan onto her back. She kissed Jordan deeply and tasted herself on Jordan’s swollen lips. She continued to kiss her until Jordan’s breathing quickened. “Are you ready?”
Jordan’s eyes had turned dark green with her arousal, and she nodded slightly. Kirsten kissed and sucked on Jordan’s neck, loving the feel of her pulse in her mouth. She planted soft kisses on Jordan’s chest and finally took her hard nipple into her mouth. Jordan’s breasts weren’t as full as her own, but they were absolutely perfect as far as she was concerned—firm, yet supple.
She cupped Jordan’s breast and continued to feast until Jordan moaned. Kirsten knew Jordan must be extremely aroused and didn’t want her to suffer for too much longer. She promised herself that she would return to play with Jordan’s breasts later.
As she continued lower, Jordan spread her legs wide. The closer she got to Jordan’s center, the stronger the scent of her arousal became. She smelled musky and sweet and fresh, and Kirsten’s mouth began to water. She had never dreamed she would be in this position, but now that she was, she was worried she wouldn’t know what to do. She decided to let Jordan lead her.
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