****Just wanted to warn you, this scene isborderline PG-13 and R.;) Just so everyone is aware! I did make it as PG-13 as I possibly could, but some things I couldn't take out or it would take away from Jordyn.***
Cole’s body was warm as he stretched out next to her on the bed. He was shirtless, leaving plenty of places from Jordyn to press her palm, places for her fingers to stroke while he kissed her. Every time she touched somewhere new, she felt his taut muscles constricting under her fingers.
Making out had become a really fun pastime for Jordyn, but their pastime hadn’t really involved a lot of touching until tonight. This was the first time she’d ever been in bed with him, and it was pretty exciting, even if they were on top of the covers, fully clothed.
He was being so patient with her. He was the first guy she’d ever made out with, the first she’d ever been able to call her boyfriend. And she wanted Cole to be the first of other things, too.
Her decision was made. The making out was getting heavier, Cole stroking her hip, but never once moving into forbidden territory. She wasn’t quite sure how to signal for him that it was OK to move into that forbidden territory, just that she wanted him to.
“Cole,” she said breathlessly, pulling away, her lips brushing his as she spoke.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered back.
“Uhm, nothing,” she said. “I just, uhm, it’s OK if you want to do more tonight.”
He raised his eyebrows, studying her for a moment. “Are you sure? I mean, I won’t go any further than you want to.”
She nodded. “I’m sure. I trust you. I want to. I promise.”
He just smiled at her and kissed her. “I won’t pressure you, OK? When you say stop, we stop.”
Jordyn nodded with a smile, then leaned over to kiss him again, her hand behind his head, her fingers running through his soft hair.
Soon, his hands began to wander, touching her shoulder, cupping her cheek. His kisses intensified, and finally, he cupped her breast.
Jordyn felt her breath catch. She’d never been touched intimately, so she thought she would have been more nervous. But this was Cole, and he made her feel so comfortable. And maybe she was a little nervous about what could happen tonight.
She loved the feel of his hand on her, though. Slowly, he unbuttoned her blouse. “OK?” he asked.
She nodded, and once the buttons were undone and her bra was exposed to him, she helped him pull the shirt off.
“You’re beautiful, Jordyn,” he said as he traced her bra with his finger.
Normally she hated for people to compliment her looks. It made her uncomfortable. But when Cole did it, it made her really feel, well beautiful. Everything he did made her feel special. She had this strange feeling she loved him, but she wasn’t ready to jump into that quite yet.
Right now, her main focus was the fact that he was reaching behind her, unhooking her bra.
She shivered as her breasts were bared to him, and when he let out an unmistakable appreciative sigh when he laid his eyes on them. The way he looked at her made her feel a little bashful, but with this being Cole, like everything else, he made this feel right. He made her feel silly for being so self-conscious over her breasts since she first got them.
“Cole,” she said, when she finally felt his big, cold hand on her.
“You alright?” he asked, pulling his hand back.
“Very,” she said. And he smiled, placing both his hands on her breasts and leaning over to kiss her while he rubbed his thumbs over the tips, teasing and twirling them between his thumb and index finger.
She’d never felt this before, and she liked it, but she wasn’t sure how to respond to it. She wasn’t sure about anything, except that she wanted this. And she was going to go as far as Cole would take it.
“You like this?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said, nodding.
And suddenly, he bent his neck, and put his mouth on her breast. A tingling feeling dropped to the pit of her stomach, tugging on her all over. He was sucking on her now, and she was overcome by this overwhelming need.
He switched to the other breast, and while she watched him, she saw his gaze lock on hers. Meanwhile, she took notice that his hand was toying with the button on her jeans. His hand slid into her underwear, and she didn’t protest when he touched her.
She didn’t know what to do, but instinctively, her head slung back against the pillow while he slid in and out of her. She had no idea this would feel so good, but it was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
“How does that feel,” he asked her, moving back up to kiss her neck, then her lips.
“Mm,” she moaned as he kept working his finger, adding another. And then his thumb worked her somewhere else, somewhere she didn’t even know worked like that, and she almost bolted off the bed.
“Oh,” she sighed. “That feels wonderful!”
He chuckled. “It’s going to get even better in a couple of minutes.”
She didn’t see how it could get better, and then it did. Oh, it did. It felt like everything he’d done had been leading to the top of the mountain, the pressure in her womb gradually building, and now she had hit the peak of that mountain and had bolted down at lightning speed.
It was unexplainable.
After it was all over, and she felt limp, she looked at Cole, who smiled down at her. “OK?”
She nodded. “Very OK.”
He smiled, then he took her hand, and placed it on his crotch, which she could tell was straining behind his sweatpants. She looked down at it, and saw that he was very hard. She could feel it through the cloth of his pants.
“I’m, uh, not sure what to do,” she admitted.
He kissed her. “It’s OK. I’ll show you. If you want to, that is. It’s cool if this is as far as you want to go.”
She shook her head, kissing his cheek. “No. I want more, baby.”
He tugged his shorts down, boxers and all, and she saw it. It was big, too. Well, she thought so, anyway. She had nothing to compare it to. She’d never seen one before. Logan’s as a toddler and a baby didn’t count at all.
But she was sure Cole’s was big.
“Wrap your fingers around it,” he instructed. So she did. It felt funny. It was hot, and she hadn’t expected that. And it throbbed, pulsing against her skin.
“Move your hand up and down,” he said. “Put a little pressure on it, but not too much. Yeah, just like that, baby. Nice and easy. You’re doing great.”
He stretched out on his back with his hands behind his head, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as she pumped her hand up and down. “That feels so good, Jordyn. Yeah, baby.”
He sat up suddenly, and kissed her lips. She got so wound up in the kiss, she must have stilled her hand because next thing she knew, he had his hand on hers, moving it again.
“Whoa, whoa, stop,” he grunted. “I’m about to come.”
She chuckled lowly. “Isn’t that the point.”
“Not if you want to go further,” he said seriously.
She thought about it. She bit her bottom lip, and looked down at his hard, erect, and hopeful penis. Did she want it to go further?
When she didn’t answer immediately, he shook his head. “You’re not ready.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Jordyn,” he said softly. “I know this means a lot to you. I’ve have sex before, but my first time with you means a lot to me, too, and I don’t want anything more to happen until I know you’re ready for sure. And I know you’re not. I promise, baby, when we finally have sex, it’s gonna perfect, OK?”
She nodded and smiled. “Thank you.”
He looked back at the clock. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t make the most of the hour we have until it’s time for me to take you home.”
So, he pushed her back on her back, and popped the button on her jeans. “So, relax, Jordyn.” He leaned over, kissing her just below her belly button. “Just relax.”