I’m a quick study. It doesn’t take long to figure out which combination makes her leak into the palm of my hands and how to strum her clit in a way that makes her hold on my neck tighten into a death grip and her lips freeze as small tremors ripple from her pussy and out through her extremities.

Jourdan’s clit is incredibly sensitive. Her body begins to shake in my hold each time my fingers even get close to that hard nub, so I only graze it. I don’t want her to come too fast. I want to tease her the way she’s been teasing me. I want this to last. Unlike our first meeting, I don’t have to rush off to work. I have time to linger with Jourdan today. I can spend as much time with my fingers as deep in these small ass shorts as her schedule allows. And I’ll consider this date a failure if I don’t leave here smelling like her pussy. I want to be able to tell Nadia every note of her scent tonight when we’re in bed.

I shove one finger inside her, and she furrows her brow, so I give her another, and she smiles again.

“Good?” I ask her, licking her top lip.

Her teeth sink briefly into my bottom lip, and she curses at me. “Fuck yes,” she groans and then shoves her tongue between my lips, begging me to fuck her mouth with my tongue, the same way I’m fucking her pussy with my hand. I’m all too happy to oblige. I add a third finger, and Jourdan giddily begins to push her ass back onto my hand, humping me enthusiastically.

This isn’t the ideal position. I can’t quite get my digits inside her as much as I want, and my wrist is already starting to ache, but I don’t care. Next time we’ll know better, because the first time Jourdan comes on my fingers, I know that there will be a next time. I’m willing to do what it takes to make sure of that.

“Play with your clit,” I grind out.

She whimpers and immediately lets me go to do as I ask.

Her fingers brush my hand inside her shorts, and that makes her shiver. I pull back from our kiss so I can see her face, so I can take in what Jourdan looks like when there’s nothing but lust seeping from her pores. Her eyes are shut tight against the faint sun, and she’s panting, moaning, cursing under her breath. Radiant.