A test of Love - Navaura Campbell (best management books of all time .txt) 📗

Jordan felt the speed of his heart beat when he heard her enter his room, her footsteps tender on the carpet. He threw the covers off of his body and sat upright. She stopped in front of him and stood there. He glanced up at her. "What are you doing?" He whispered. She swallowed the agitation that gathered itself in her heart and exhaled. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" He whispered.
"For being such a bitch." She whispered. Jordan watched a tear fall down her cheek. He sighed and grabbed her hands. Standing up, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her tightly to him. "Hey, it's alright De-De. I forgave you for that a long time ago."
Denise swallowed the lump in her throat, "I know, but looking at your parents, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was wrong with me."
For a reason unknown, this struck Jordan as funny. He let out a snicker, "We all had issues in high-school Denise. Part of being a teenager is having retarded reasons that seem like obstacles get in our way."
"Yeah..." She sniffled, "But your mom and dad refused to let anything stand in their way. They saw they had something good, and they let it be."
Jordan ran his fingers along her back, consoling her, "De-De, they weren't in high-school when they started dating, they were in college. I mean everything wasn't al l bliss when they first met. My mom was very much like you in fact." He stated.
Denise wrinkled her brow. "No."
"Yes. She was timid about even dating my dad. He talked her into their first date. She said she didn't trust him."
"Really?" She whispered.
"Yeah, Dad pursued her relentlessly though, showed her that he was indeed worth her time and then before he knew it, he couldn't get her to leave him alone."
Denise laughed, "Are you serious?"
Jordan smiled at her laughter, bringing his fingers up to the nape of her neck and then across her shoulders. "Yep. Before dad knew it, he was the one running away from her, scared because she would stand outside his window reciting sonnets."
Denise wrinkled her brow, her laughter heavy in her throat, "Sonnets?"
"Yep. Mostly some Italian poetry, but then she managed to find one written by an old Irish Poet and quote that to him. It worked. He stopped being fearful and dated her like a real man. That's how mom put it."
Denise giggled at this, "That's crazy."
"Well, this family's always been crazy. Wait till you meet my Aunts and Uncles." He stated.
Denise felt her heart beat accelerate. Was that any indication that she would be in his life for quite a while? Jordan glanced down at her, "Do you feel better now?"

Denise glanced up, "Yes, some what." Her eyes connected with his, boldly for the first time since he'd come back to town. The green orbs were lightened by the stretch of light coming in from outside, where the lanterns were lit up on the street. Denise swallowed, feeling her heart squeeze tightly. He let out a sigh and began running his hands along her shoulders again. Scooping up the back of her neck, he ran his fingers through her hair, "Denise, you're safe with me." He whispered. Her eyes were beautiful in the glow of light. Gulping, she whispered, "I know."
"You can trust me." He whispered.
"I know."
"I'm not going to let you just leave." His tone was soft, yet authoritative. His eyes darkened and Denise's heart paced faster. His hands were stroking the front of her pajama shirt. As if explaining himself he whispered, "I can't anyway. Not again."
Denise swallowed the ache in her throat. Grabbing his head, she pulled it down to hers. Staring him in the eyes, she whispered, "Don't."
Jordan felt his heart pause and then began again. The rush of blood to the device, made him feel like it'd completely melted. "I won't."
With that, she wrapped his mouth in the most sensuous kiss, eager, yet patient. As he opened his mouth, he heard her sigh as her body came into his and molded itself there. He was taken back to the day he and she had gotten back together Junior year, when he'd accused Quinton of being her new boyfriend after she'd broken up with him. Ironically enough, it made him smile to think of this.
"What's so funny?" Denise inquired, feeling his mouth change positions. Jordan licked his lips, staring into beautiful brown eyes, "You are. I can't believe you had me believing that you and Quinton were dating."
Denise narrowed her eyes confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Back in high-school. Remember that time I punched him out in the parking lot of that restaurant?"
Denise laughed, "Yeah. I told you he wasn't my boyfriend. Nobody told you to go crazy anyway."
"Well, if you'd been clear with me, I wouldn't have jumped to conclusions."
Denise rolled her eyes, laughing some more. "Clear? Jordan, the guy told you he was gay when he first started training you in weight lifting."
"It never looked that way to me, you guys always seemed so close."
Denise raised a brow teasingly, "Were you jealous?"
"No." Jordan lied, his cheeks becoming red with embarrassment.
"Then why'd you hit him?"
"He called me a pussy. That's such a vulgar name and I am not a wimp. I can defend myself just fine."
Denise laughed, "How cute, you were jealous."
"No I wasn't."
Denise poked his nose with a teasing finger, "Yes you were."
Jordan raised a brow, "Did you just hit me?"
Denise broke out into a wide grin, putting her hands on her hips. "What are you gonna do about it?"
He narrowed his eyes at her and Denise eyes sparked at such a sexy glare. In a deep voice, he said, "I'll show you. Picking her up, he grabbed her and carried her out of his room and down the stairs to the living room, where he threw her down on the couch. Pulling herself up into a corner of the couch, she giggled and yelled that doesn't hurt."
"You want a spanking?" His eyes had darkened so much, that she felt herself come to life.
"No." She crossed her arms over her chest and stuck out her tongue at him.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her out of the corner and up to him. Leaning over her, he whispered, "How about a kiss?"

Denise felt shivers run throughout her spine. "A kiss? That doesn't sound too bad." Without delay, Jordan leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. She intensified the kiss with steady movements over her lips. Jordan's hands went to the flannel top she wore. Undoing the buttons, he pushed his hand on her chest, covering the dark skin with enthusiasm. This caused her to push herself up to him. When he ran his thumb over her nipple, he felt a small bite on his lip. He continued in short motions, till the nipple puckered. When it did, he imagined running his fingers over it. His tongue emerged itself into her open mouth and she gasped. He moaned and grabbed her breast in his hand and squeezed tight. She pushed her hips up to him. He closed his eyes, feeling the adrenaline rush go through his pants, the blood flow there too, causing an erection. Denise felt her whole body heat up.

Jordan ran his hand from her breast, to her stomach and then further down to her vagina. Inserting a finger inside, he moved it around slowly. He listened as she moaned, creating waves of tingles throughout his body. He moved his fingers, becoming excited by her sounds. The feel of her on his hands made him even harder than he already was. He began to move at a faster pace, steady out his movements. When he did this, her body began to arch upward and she began to moan really loud. He continued on until finally she gasped and he felt the pressure of her vagina contracting on his fingers. This sent a pleasant chill down his spine, leaving him with an intense ache that begged to fill her entirely. Sighing, he pulled his fingers out of her.

Glancing down at the sticky substance on his fingertips, he licked his lips and then glanced up at her. "Did you like that, De-De?"
Denise pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. "I'll like it better when you're inside of me, loving me."
Jordan smiled at her frankness. She always had been like that. He enjoyed it. Grabbing her pants, he pulled them down and stared in awe at the silver colored underwear she wore. They sat on her waistline in the most provocative of ways. Taking his hands, he ran them over the material, feeling the silkiness of the fabric. "What is it with you and silk?" He inquired, his mouth began to drool at the beautiful sight of luscious brown thighs and what he knew was under there. His hands ran down the front to her clitoris rubbing it underneath the fabric. She whispered, "How is it that you know what to do every single time?"

Jordan laughed and leaned in to kiss her stomach. His breath was hot on her body, "I've known you for more than four years De-De. I know you better than I know myself."
Denise sighed, not really caring about that at the moment, he was slowly trailing kisses down her stomach to her belly button. "You don't have to do that again, Jordan." She whispered. His mouth continued past there to the fabric panties. Opening his mouth, he ran his tongue along the panties, wetting the fabric. Denise shivered, her toes already curling. He whispered, "Baby, you're my girl, I can do what ever I want to you." Denise's eyes closed as he pulled on the skin covered fabric, his lips suckling gently.
"Jordan, I don't know if I can take this." She whispered.
He laughed, "You can baby girl, you can."

Denise inhaled sharply, feeling the wetness inside her throb as he moved his mouth from the top of her vagina, to the vulva, the lips and licked there. She swallowed sharply, "Oh, Jordan." He pulled on the waist band of her underwear and slid them down her legs. There was something about the way they moved down them that turned him completely on. Over strong shapely legs that begged for kisses, giving him an idea for next time. He watched as they slid to her ankles and then off her feet.

This caused him to want to suck her toes, but he wanted to wait. Sighing, he went back to her vagina and licked the vulva again, this time feeling the wetness that had soaked through the silk. He lapped at her taste, loving the infusion of liquid that poured out of her body. Grabbing her legs, he held them while he pulled the sweet skin into his mouth.

He wanted to taste all of her, even if it meant making her quite uncomfortable. She often had gotten overheated in high-school and tried crushing his head with her thighs. Had he not been holding them, she would've probably done severe damage. Immediately as if on cue, she grabbed his head and pulled him to her, trying desperately to squeeze her legs together. He quickly switched to running his tongue around her lips, trying to pacify her. She gasped, her legs stiffening up. He then switched to licking the insides, turned on by her behavior. She cried out his name, telling him to stop. He didn't. Instead, he moved his tongue up higher, to her clit and whirled it around and around. She half moaned half cried. He loved when she got like this, because that meant she was close to cumming.

He switch tactics and began licking her again, applying a little pressure on the insides of her vagina. He felt her heat up there. When he did, he pushed his tongue into the hole and was rewarded with a tight squeezing very much like the one he'd gotten from