Jordan moaned when Sam bottomed out, burying his face in Sam’s neck. For a second Sam wondered if he’d gone too fast or hadn’t done enough prep, but Jordan put that thought to rest in minutes. “My God, you feel so good inside me, Sam. It’s so amazing, you filling me up just like this.”
Sam kissed him then. Jordan could say all the pretty words he wanted, but anything he was feeling could be no comparison to what Sam was feeling right now. It was too perfect. Gravity pulled them together just right, and Jordan wanting and needingthis so badly only spurred Sam on. It was better than the first show Sam had produced. It was better than Sam’s first Emmy.
It was Jordan, and that made all the difference. The thought was terrifying.