Free Wrong (Breaking the Rules) by K Webster

perfect. I wasn’t sure why I’d fought the pull towards him all of this time, but I was a stupid bitch for doing it.
    Once the hot water had filled the tub, Jordan turned it off and stepped in. He slowly dipped himself into the water and motioned for me to join him. When I eased my bottom into the hot water to sit down, I winced at the burn on my sex. Now I could see what he had been talking about. As much as I wanted what we had just done to happen again soon, I was afraid a little healing was in order first.
    Once my bottom was fully submerged, I leaned my back against his chest. His arms wrapped around me and rested on my belly. We relaxed quietly in this position for some time. Finally he spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.
    “Babe, you know now you’ll never be able to get rid of me,” he teased. His laughter rumbled in his chest through my back.
    “Well, keep giving me earth-shattering orgasms and you’ll be lucky if I let you leave the bedroom,” I joked back. We both laughed. This moment was perfect.
    The room grew quiet again. One of his hands slid up to my large breast and caressed it. The other one found my clit and lazily rubbed it under the water. My body started to pulsate with the now familiar feeling of the beginning of an orgasm. It seemed further out of reach this time—my clit was probably overworked—but when his pace picked up, my fifth orgasm for the night burned through me.
    “God, Jordan, I’ll never get enough of those. I feel bad because we can’t do it again. And I know you need release because I can feel you pressed against my back. What do I do?”
    “Absolutely nothing. I can wait until you’re no longer sore. Come on. Let’s get out. Trent’s meeting me at the office tomorrow to go over some financial stuff, so I need to get up early.”
    Once dried off, we crawled, still naked, under the covers. He pulled my back against his chest, and we fell asleep curled into one another.

    I woke up with a smile once I realized Jordan’s heavy arm was draped over my chest. Last night had by far been the best night of my life. He had done everything in his power to not only make my first time memorable, but gentle as well. I’d felt taken care of. Looked after. Cherished. My body felt a little sore still, but my need to have him inside me overshadowed it. Turning my body towards him, I began kissing his chest. I slid a leg across him, resting my thigh on his cock. Already getting turned on, I could feel wetness between my legs as I softly ground myself against his thigh.
    His chest was perfectly shaped with defined lines I wanted to touch. As I kissed him, I dragged my finger along the lines, tracing each one. I felt him harden against my thigh, which made me grin. Clearly I’d woken him up. His hand made its way to my cheek, tilting my face up to his.
    “Did you sleep well?” he asked, his voice gravelly. He looked incredibly sexy with his hair pointing in every direction. The hair on his face was stubbly and his eyes drooped lazily with sleep. I had to have him again.
    “Yes, I slept amazingly well. I want you again.”
    His eyes blazed with heat at my words. When he made no motions to move, I quickly moved over and straddled him. He groaned when my wet pussy grazed against his very eager cock. His eyes devoured my naked body perched over him, and he eased his hands up to my hips.
    Carefully, I slid him into me, causing us both to gasp at the sensation. His thumb found my clit. Rubbing it expertly, he drew me closer to my newly discovered happy place. I could feel the delicious burn start to spread throughout my body. Starting off slowly, I moved up and down on his cock. Even though it still stung a little from the night before, I was able to ignore it as my orgasm snaked its tentacles around me.
    “Jordan!” I moaned as I threw my head back and rode my orgasm out. The hot gush pouring into me let me know he had come as well. We were perfectly in sync. I collapsed onto his