The air bursts from my lungs on a soft sigh. I wrap her in my arms. We watch each other as she lifts onto her toes, and I bend forward, our mouths inching closer and closer. Our lips meet in a soft brush and then retreat once and then twice and then again. Jourdan likes to tease, and I follow her lead, grateful for every taste of her, however brief.

She smiles, and I lean forward, expecting her to pull away, but this time, she doesn’t. Her lips are soft and warm, and she tastes likes lemon and honey. I lick her bottom lip, and she sighs into my mouth. I smile against her lips.

I don’t want full control of this kiss, but I do want her to know how badly I want her, so I move my thumb under her chin and tip her head back. She smiles against my mouth as she spreads her lips wider for my tongue. I kiss her deeper, stroking my tongue alongside hers, nipping at the fattest part of her lip before I pull her tongue into my mouth and suck on it rhythmically, in the exact way I want to suck on her clit; slow, with varying pressure that’ll have her thighs shaking around my head the way her body is shaking in my arms. And I think Jourdan wants my mouth on her that way as well, considering the way she’s squirming as if she wants to climb me.

Maybe next time. God, I hope there’ll be a next time.

But today, I wrap an arm around her back to hold her in place and shove my free hand down those tiny ass shorts.

“Oh, fuck,” she groans against my lips, and then she spreads her legs wider so I can shove my fingers between her thighs.

Jourdan’s pussy is slippery wet. Her moisture coats my searching fingers. I want to touch her everywhere; her hard clit, her soft lips, her clenching hole, both clenching holes, and so I do. I use Jourdan’s wetness to tease her while I kiss her harder, and she presses her body against mine.

I do the same thing I did when Nadia and I were discovering each other all those years ago. I listen to her body as I explore it. I catalog what she likes and what she doesn’t by the soft inhalation of her breaths when I touch her somewhere she likes and the sharp gasp when I touch her somewhere she loves. And then I keep touching her, playing her pussy like an expensive instrument.