Angela's POV

We sat in his living room after dinner; I was still working on the bottle of wine I had brought for dinner. Jordan had a small glass with his dinner, stating that he didn't drink a lot anymore, and that it wasn't like he was an alcoholic, he just found that he didn't really like the person he was while he was drinking. So it somehow came my task to drink the bottle, which he had no problem topping up my glass. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked. I was sitting at one end of the couch, my legs curled up underneath me.

He simply raised a dark eyebrow, "Will I get lucky if I do?" he asks suggestively.

I just laughed, I was trying to hide the fact that all I wanted to do at that point was rip his clothes of his hard body. So I laughed and took another sip of wine.

"Stay there for a sec," he said and scrambled off the couch, he was only gone for a moment when he cam back he was holding a camera.

"Jordan," I say in a partial squeal.

"What, I want to take your picture."

"Why?"

"It's what I do, take pictures of beautiful things."

I felt a blush creep over my cheeks. "You think I'm beautiful?" I ask shyly.

"Yes. Is that ok? If you wanna call me pretty then I can call you beautiful."

"Fine," I say, now truly embarrassed, I had never considered my self beautiful, I just thought myself to be average, but Jordan he made me feel extraordinary, like I was the most stunning woman on earth.

"Just relax, be you," he said crouching down in front of me. He took several different shots of me. He kept talking to me while he did it, telling me to relax, and which way to lean, and to smile. Then he sat down next to me, he held the camera out with one arm, and pulled me close with the other.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Taking one of us together."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

I shrug and let him take some, even on of us kissing. I felt a little strange, but with Jordan's gently coaxing I let him talk me into it. "I would love to take one of you sleeping," he says as he puts the camera down.

I raise my eyebrow and laugh, "That's getting stalker like now."

"Why? I mean you look so perfect when you sleep." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You were watching me sleep?" I asked as I fold my hands in my lap.

"I don't sleep much,' he tells me softly.

"Why?"

He shrugged, "Don't know, could be the coffee, could be lots of things."

"Maybe you think too much." I tell him.

He laughed, " I don't accused of thinking a lot."

"I always thought you did, you just never knew how to say what you were thinking."

"Meanwhile you always knew what to say."

"Oh my god, I think you kissed me half the time just to shut me up," I tell him, remembering our first real kiss in the front seat of his car.

"Do you think it would work now?" He says as he leans into me, his placed his hands on my legs.

"Why don't you kiss me and find out?"

Jordan's POV

Angela seemed to feature naturally into my body. We lay on my couch, her on top of me as we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. I had pulled her sweater from her long ago. My hands roamed up and down her back, as hers ran up and down my clothed chest. She would make small mewling noises in the back of her throat every so often, which just made me kiss her harder.

I can feel her hard nipples against my chest, and I'm using every inch of self control not to rip her tank top from her and to run my tongue over her breasts. Then suddenly she pulls her mouth from mine, her lips are swollen and glossy, her cheeks are flushed are her hair is kind of tousled, and I don't ever remembering her looking more desirable.

She sits up, so she's straddling me, and I groan as her pelvis pushes into mine. I'm hard as rock, but that almost sends me over the edge. She pulls at the hem of my shirt. Running her hands over my bare skin as she raises it up. She slips between my legs again, but this time it's her breasts that sitting against my cock. I have images of her doing that naked, and I groan. He lips are now running up over my belly button and up my chest, her tongue darting out every so often. Her hair falls like golden waves around her. I run my hands threw the soft tresses. "Are you staying?" I ask her.

She stops and looks up at me, her green eyes shinning, "Do you want me to?" she asks seductively.

"Yes," I say.

"Ok."

"So then why don't we take this to my bedroom?"

Angela's POV

I stood in his room, near the bed, at that point I am so turned on that I can feel my underwear become wet with anticipation. He closed the door and came towards me, his hands reached for my faced as his lips feasted on mine. It was like electricity every time his mouth covered mine. Little shock waves pulsed through me as he reached his hand under my tank top. His hands felt cool compared to my skin, which felt hot to the touch. His hands continued up my shirt until my breasts were in his hands. I felt my nipples harden instantly. He pinches them gently between his thumb and forefinger. I hear my self whimper and I pull away from his lips, I press myself into his body and run my tongue up over his jaw line to his ear where I nip at it, causing him to groan in pleasure.

I know he's hard, I can feel him pressing against me, and it causes me to smile. I loved knowing that I turned him on. I run my hands down his body, and down over his hardness. I press my palm into him, and I can feel him pulsate through his pants.

"Angela," he says raggedly.

"Jordan," I moan back.

He pulls free from me and strips his shirt off, and then reaches for mine, lifting it over my hand and throwing it to the ground with his. I run my mouth down his shoulder towards his nipples, my tongue snakes around one of them. I look up at him, his head is thrown back, and he was enjoying it.

As my mouthed moved down over his chest towards his abdomen, his hands threaded threw my hair, and I could here him panting. I start to undo his pants; slowly unbuttoning them, then lowering the zipper, I run my hands over his tight ass as I pull them down. Jordan Catalano was an amazing built man. He had those hard firm hips that could make a woman's mouth go dry. Yes, he was nicely hung, not too big, but defiantly not small. I remembered getting tipsy one night with Rayanne, ok I was drunk, she was sober, and had asked her if he was small or large. I remember her laughing at me, but then telling me she really couldn't remember, all she knew was that right before he was talking only about me, and even during I was the only thing on his mind, as it was my name he had called out. Kind of funny how that was going through my mind I was contemplating how exactly I wanted to take him into my mouth.

I lower my mouth slowly over the tip, sucking slightly. I feel his hands tighten in my hair, and he starts panting harder. I slowly lower my mouth over the shaft, as my tongue rubs up the length of him inside my mouth. There is one thing I know, and that's oral sex, my ex-husband was a big fan of it, so I had to become good at it, which I was. I withdraw him from my mouth, and then let the tip of my tongue run from the underside of his balls to the tip in one fluid motion. It must have been too much for him, he's moaning my name, "Angela, oh god, baby, please stop."

"Don't you like it," I ask, painting a slight pout across my lips.

"I do," he's looking down at me, he runs his hands down and pulls me off the floor. His hands are now working on my jeans. He pulls them off me, leaving me only in my panties, that were now wet from wanting him. He pushes me back until my knees hit the edge of the bed. His hands lift my up by the waist, and deposited me on to the middle of the bed.

"My turn," he says to me as he pulls my panties off of me in one fluid movement. Before I can react his mouth is on my wet womanhood, "Oh god," I cry out. His tongue circles my clit as he inserts a finger into my wet core. My hands are pulling at the dark green sheets on the bed, as my hips rise off of the bed. It seems like its only seconds before I cum. Screaming his name as I did.

He kisses way up my body slowly, his beard tickling me. I try not to laugh, but I can't help it. "What's so funny," he asks when he reaches my neck.

"Your stubble it tickles," I say breathlessly.

"Sorry," he says as he pulls on my earlobe with his teeth. He sits up for a second and grabs a condom. He slips it on quickly and then he takes my mouth in a hungry kiss as he spread my legs, and enters me slowly. It fills me fully and completely that I feel like I'm going to cum again. He tries to pull himself out of me, but I wrap my legs around him, to stop him, "Please don't stop," I beg. "Oh God Jordan, Fuck me hard," I tell him.

He plunges into me, again and again; I rack my nails down over his back, which makes him thrust harder into me. I cry out again.

"Come on, Angela," he pants in my ear. He withdraws from me again, thrusting quicker, harder than the last time. I let out another moan, my nails scraping skin from his shoulder. This time when he withdraws, he teases me with the tip, rubbing it up against my clit, my hips rise off the bed.

"Want more, huh? " He traces my ear with the tip of his tongue. A whimper of a moan is the only answer I give him. "You know what I want." He teases the tip in a bit more. I arched my back even more, trying to get him to enter me again, it wasn't doing any good. He eases in me just a bit, moving his hips in a slow circular motion. That was all it took. "Oh God, Jordan!" I screamed again, as he slams into me hard and fast. Over and over again, he entered me with force, making me scream my release over and over again as I scratched more skin from his back.

"God, you feel good, baby," Jordan runs his right hand up my body, cupping my small breast in the palm of his hand. He slows his thrusts, kissing my throat. The hand holding my breast moves further up, to my face.

"So good," he murmurs before covering my mouth with his. My body arches up to meet his. He was now thrusting slow and gentle. My body grinding into his, it felt as if our bodies were made for each other, each of my corves fit perfectly into the planes of his hard body.

He gently lifts my left leg, hitching it higher on his hip. He doesn't have to hold it there, I know what he wants me to do; he showed me this dance last night. I wrap the other leg around, and I run my hands soothingly over his back. "Jordan," I say into his ear. I know another orgasm is just on the horizon. This time its slower, longer, poetically beautiful. My heart is racing; my mouth pressed against the pulse beat in his throat. He calls out my name, and thrust one last time deeply as his own orgasm takes over.