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

Over the next couple of weeks, Jordan and Denise got to know one another all over again. Jordan exchanged the date of his ticket for a week extension, just so he wouldn't have to leave so soon. Jordan knew he wanted to come back, but had a lot of loose ends to tie up in Chicago. Saying goodbye to Andrew and Tanya, as well as working with his job, plus the apartment, he had to do something.

On a Tuesday evening, Denise was sitting on top her desk, legs crossed, wearing a three piece blue and beige suit. The beige blazer was covering a sky blue quarter sleeve blouse underneath. The beige skirt she wore went to her knees, but when she sat down in it, the skirt slid up to mid thigh. She was balling up pieces of paper from her printer and shooting them through the hoop. A knock sounded on the door, she figured it was just Quinton, coming in to gossip about incompetent staff, that he somehow always managed to hire. She answered the knock, "Come in."

"Is that appropriate?" Jordan inquired, closing the door after himself. He stood there taking in her position on the desk. Strappy beige colored sandals adorned beautiful feet, accentuating nice ankles. Her chocolate toned legs began with the calf muscles that still were even better shaped than what he remembered. Her calves led up to beautiful curvy thighs. He swooped his gaze upward to the blazer that catered to her shapely hips, waistline and covered a size c cup. Though the top she wore was an ordinary silk blouse, you could see her chest playing peekaboo. His eyes stayed there for a while, as he felt parched. Once they manage to complete their mission, scooping up a lovely long neck and finally hit an oval shaped face, he took in full beautiful lips, that held no suggestive tone what so ever, but didn't necessarily need one either, for there was already one embedded in the small dimple resting in her chin. His eyes soaked up prominent cheekbones a wide yet delicate nose, and the sexiest almond shaped eyes he'd ever seen. The coffee bean colored irises haunted his dreams every night from the moment he'd first met her. Now, five years later, he was still getting a hard on. This caused a dreamy smile to form.

Denise flickered her eyes, pushing herself out of her stunned state. She'd forgotten that thirst that seemed to explode through one lingering gaze of his. His eyes had taken in so much of her and as a result, her stomach was churning, her nipples hardened into like pebbles, and the throbbing in her center went from tingling, into jump mode. She hadn't had sex in so long. Just remembering the feel of his mouth over her body or the feel of his member inside her, brought an intensive vibe that threatened to shatter what sanity she did have left. She swore that her need for him now surpassed that in high-school. She couldn't help but wonder just how much he'd grown in two years. Hearing a throat clear, she came back down to earth, her gaze meeting with his. He had a perfect smile greeting her. "Hey, De-De."

She smiled back and was about to push off her desk, when he arrived in front of her and settled in-between her legs. She stare at him, "What are you doing?"
He raised a brow, his hands touching her ankle. "Nothing." His fingers massaged around it and went upward, trailing her shins, then calf. He squeezed there. Tension was felt throughout her leg. He took in her response. She stared at him all the while saying nothing. He inched his hand further up her leg, to the top of her thigh. His eyes on hers, he waited for her to stop him as he pushed his hand further. She didn't. Her eyes became smoky with passion.

He watched the deep coffee brown light up as he brushed his fingers over the top of her womanhood. He did it so slightly, with his fingers barely touching the silky underwear. As if giving permission, he watched as her legs unfolded and she opened them slightly, not giving him complete submission, but enough for him to slide his fingers down, feeling the moistness of her panties. It was during this time, he recalled the scent of her woman hood, the slipperiness of her flesh as it was bathed in her own body fluids. Grasping the side of the underwear, he slid his forefinger underneath. He felt her move up a little as his finger slid over her. The flesh there was really hot and moist. He stared as her eyes turned darker while his hand moved in gentle motions up and down the lips of her vagina. He massaged that area, feeling the heart beat in his chest accelerate and warmth began in his entire body, starting with his groins. He closed his eyes as his fingers ran over the different areas of her womanhood, feeling the soft skin become hotter with each stroke. This in turn had his body responding to hers, lighting up every area possible. A soft moan escaped her lips, causing him to open his eyes at hearing such a beautiful sound. She had her hands leaned back on the desk, while she'd pushed her bottom forward, almost off the desk.

He brought his bottom lip into his mouth at the visual display before him. Her skirt had been pushed upward and her legs were open more than they had been when he first started. He saw the blue silk underwear with rhinestones covering the waistband of the underwear. He moved his hand from inside her, and grasped the band of her underwear and slid them off. He watched her bottom lift up, giving him a full view of her womanhood. Pulling them down her legs, he was caught up in the motion as they slid down to her ankles.

Once they came off, he put them beside her on the desk. His eyes went to her chocolate beauty, taking in the dark sprinkle of curls there. He licked dry lips. Grabbing her legs, he whispered in a soft, deep voice, "Lay down, De-De." She did. When she did, his hands pulled her forward. He placed kisses on the inside of her thighs, inhaling a sweet scent mixed in with the hotness of her. This was enough to make him heady, caught up in the sweetness.

Denise didn't know what to think. she couldn't grasp beyond the fact that he was going to taste her. The strangest thing to her was that there was no rejection of the idea in her mind. She'd always been a what if type of girl, but now, there wasn't any. From the day she'd allowed him to step foot inside her vehicle, there hadn't been one single caution or idea that she was doing something wrong. As a matter of fact, the only thing she felt during the whole time he was here was right. Everything for once felt right. Even now, as he'd teased her and pulled her underwear down, there had been no with drawls and nos.
As he delicately pressed kisses to the lips leading to her insides, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the soothing touch they brought. She had no idea that her body had been smoldering. After the kisses, came the smooth stroke of his tongue over her clitoris and then sliding down her insides. She felt his tongue cover the second skin inside, moving over the area. This brought on small tingles. He swirled it around in circles, moving in medium set strokes. She gasped, for the pleasure was exquisite, leaving her pulsating, her juices flowing even more rapidly. When his tongue lifted up and he began to stroke the bottom of her, licking over the hole of her vagina, she moaned softly, feeling the tremble in her legs began. He moved his tongue around in rapid circles and then pushed it down on the second flesh inside.

Her heart beat sped up and she grasped his head, pulling him forward to her, wanting him to taste all of her. Finally a stroke upward and then a smooth movement over the clit, sent her into a climax. To intensify the moment, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud and then applied the pressure of his lips to it, suckling gently. She gasped his name as her body locked and then waited for the feel of the smooth liquid to run down her vaginal folds. She didn't have to wait long as they did. Instead of getting up, he lapped up the liquid with his tongue. She moaned softly, enjoying the heightened sense of touch as he did this.

When he finished, he blew on it gently. This caused the tingles to become burning sensations and she whispered, "Oh, God, Jordan, baby, I think..." She was interrupted by another blow, this one very soft and hitting her clitoris. She closed her eyes and arched her hips forward, letting out a groan. He watched as more liquid came out, this time squirting. He stared in fascination as her body finally calmed down. He glanced at her panties and then back at her womanhood. He was throbbing so bad. He wanted to be inside her. Grabbing the underwear, he tucked them into his front pocket of a pair of jeans. She whispered, "I have to put those on."

He grabbed her hand and pulled her up. Staring her in the eyes, with deep set green irises, his voice deepened, becoming husky, "Come and get them."
Denise swallowed, feeling the twitch in between her legs. The burning sensation was still there, reminding her of what she wanted. He licked his lips. She watched in irritation as his tongue went around the movements. She closed her eyes, let out a shaky breath and whispered, "Jordan, I can't walk out of here with out any underwear. It was then, he leaned in, kissed her lips and whispered, his mouth extremely close to her ears, "I'll be waiting, Denise. If you come, I'll know you want me and if not..." He left that hanging in the air. She watched with irritation, and her sex burning with need as he walked out of her office.
Jordan stood underneath the shower stall, his face connecting with the blue tile. He wanted her so bad, that all his methods of trying to rid himself of the hard on he'd gotten while tasting her, weren't of use. He'd never felt a need so heavily, that it left him weak, breathless and with a thundering pulse.

He tried to imagine all the different ways he could take her, all the different ways he could feel her. He knew she would be a perfect fit. Imagining how tight that skin was when he entered, was enough to almost bring him to his knees. He'd assumed that she'd come already, but no, that wasn't happening. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes. The ferocity of his heartbeat could be heard through his ears, coming out in the sound of bongos. There was a severe pressure filling his ears. Trying to swallow the ache in his chest, he stood up in the shower and made his body comply with his will. Grabbing the bar of soap, he wet it and lathered it all over his achy body.