Chapter 26
Chapter
Twenty-Six
Reinaldo
I woke with my arm around someone soft and warm. It took me a second to realize that it was Jasmine within my grasp and in my bed. Her level breathing told me she was still asleep. I leaned toward the side of the bed and reached for my phone.
Fuck, it was after ten in the morning.
I couldn’t remember ever sleeping that late. On the other hand, except for a few hours’ nap on the plane back to California, prior to falling asleep, I hadn’t slept for over forty-eight hours. Maybe I’d need to admit I was human. I needed sleep and food.
My mind went to my bedtime snack.
At first, I was afraid I’d pushed Jasmine too far. It’s hard for a man like me to imagine a woman as genuinely na?ve as the one I married. With access to Wanderland and other cartel-owned clubs, my go-to women have mostly been professionals. A long-term relationship with just anyone wasn’t something the second son of the drug lord was on the lookout for. I was historically a one-and-done type guy. Even frequenting the same whore too many times gave them the wrong idea.
I knew by Mafia standards, Jasmine was probably a virgin. I knew that for sure when she confirmed it for me that night in her bedroom. A virgin was one thing. Dario Luciano basically raised Jasmine in a convent. Not only was her body pure, but God help us both, so were her thoughts.
Admitting that she’d touched herself was a relief. It gave me hope of her responsiveness.
Last night, I sensed that I was pushing too much and too fast for her to keep up. Of course, I wanted to fuck on my wedding night—didn’t everyone?
Nonetheless, I was strangely okay with the way things progressed.
Jasmine and I were getting to know each other.
I may have a reputation as a monster for the way I handle interrogation and the ease with which I take lives, but that didn’t extend to the woman I swore to protect and care for. My thoughts went back to just after Jasmine was roofied. She’d asked me if I could love her. I’d said yes for many reasons. One, the capo was standing there. Two, Jasmine was searching for confirmation that she could be loved.
My capacity for love wasn’t figured into my answer.
In a world of monsters, love was a weakness—an Achilles’ heel .
Staring down at the woman at my side, I marveled at her unique beauty. Her red hair sang to me with a siren’s call. I wanted to run my fingers through it, to wrap it around my hand and tighten my grip. One day, Jasmine would not only welcome but want both lovemaking and fucking.
Even if she didn’t remember asking, I’d answered her question the right way. I’d risk the weakness to love and be loved by her.
Knowing that she was sleeping completely naked had me harder than a usual morning.
Jasmine’s long eyelashes fluttered as she snuggled toward me before her eyes quickly opened and she scooted away.
“Hey,” I said, keeping my voice low. “No need to jump. I won’t bite.” I rolled toward her until our noses nearly touched. “Unless that’s something you want.”
Her pink lips curled as she blinked away the sleep. Her soft hands came to my cheeks. “I forgot to tell you something last night.”
Staring into her eyes was like staring into the deepest depths of the ocean. “What did you forget to tell me?”
A rosy blush filled her cheeks. “I liked what you were doing, what you did.”
Bringing my nose to hers, I chuckled. “I mean, you didn’t say that, but there were clues.” I ran my palm down her back, past her slender waist, and over her firm round ass. “Your skin is so fucking soft.”
To my surprise, she pressed her hips toward mine. Only to jump back at finding my contained erection.
“You can be close. I’m not pulling him out until you say so.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Me?”
“You.”
She supported her head on her hand with her elbow on her pillow. “Why the change? Do you not want me?”
“Fuck, Jasmine. My hard cock should tell you everything you need to know about me wanting you. I also won’t force you. I want you to want me.”
She laid her head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. “I want you, Rei.” She turned to me with wide eyes. “Could I maybe…like you did but me to you?”
“Could you suck me?”
Fuck yes.
“At least touch you,” she said.
“Remember, I said I’m always available for touching.”
With her lip secured between her teeth, Jasmine sat up, her perfect round tits on full display. Her long veil of red hair flowed over her shoulders as she reached for the blanket and lowered it to my waist.
“ Preciosa , the blanket can go lower.”
Jasmine nodded. “I’ll get there.”
She’d said anticipation.
“Fuck, I may die first.”
Her head moved from side to side as her lips curved. “You said last night that no man has died from not ejaculating.”
“It’s an untested theory.”
She turned, sitting on her knees and stared down at my chest. After an agonizing, indeterminate amount of time, she lowered her hands over my pecs, running her palms over my skin. “How did you get the scars?”
“Knives, mostly.” I lifted my arm and showed her a more circular scar. “That one was a bullet.”
“I think you need to change your line of work.”
“ Mí padre would disagree.”
“I’d rather not think about your father or all the people outside this room right now. They probably know what we’re doing.”
“Right now, it’s not much.”
Jasmine’s concentration went back to my chest. Her touch moved lower over my abdomen, and she leaned forward, brushing my skin with her lips, whose touch sent shock waves through my entire body, doubling the size of my hardening cock.
She looked up with hooded eyes before kissing my chest again. Her hair skirted over my skin with a ghost of a touch. I had to cross my arms behind my head to stop myself from reaching out. Her sensuous body was so close and yet, I wanted her to go at her own speed.
Jasmine kissed lower until she reached the blanket. Without hesitation, she dragged the blanket down. Her lips followed the dark trail of hair until finally, she snagged the waistband of my boxer briefs and lowered them far enough for my cock to spring free.
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing when she gasped and flinched. With the focus of a surgeon, she studied my penis. The touch of her hands was better than any pharmaceutical enhancement.
Her voice was soft. “It’s getting bigger. ”
“It does that.”
Slowly, she leaned forward bringing a kiss to my hardened shaft.
I covered my eyes with one of my arms, certain that instead of a submissive virgin, I’d married a woman well-trained in torture. My body jerked when she licked the tip. “Fuck,” I growled, the word resonating from my chest. “Christ.”
Peering from beneath my arm, I watched as she tested the water, opening her lips and taking the tip. If she didn’t hurry, I was going to come all over her. She fisted me, her fingers and thumb unable to touch and ran her hand up and down my shaft, before once again leaning down and taking me inside her warm mouth.
It took every ounce of restraint not to come with relief.
“Fuck, your mouth feels good.”
Her long hair covered her face as she bobbed her head up and down, creating a torturous, agonizing ecstasy. Moans came from her lips as she fidgeted, rubbing her pussy over her heels.
She let out a yelp as my hand landed on her bare ass.
“What was that for?”
My wife was a fucking vision with her swollen lips and drool-covered chin. “You’re pleasuring me. You don’t get to pleasure yourself at the same time.”
“I wasn’t.”
I lifted an eyebrow.
Her lips curled. “I wasn’t sure…but…knowing I’m doing this to you.” She shrugged. “It’s hot. I’m turned on. ”
Crooking my finger, I beckoned her to me.
“What?”
“No one brings pleasure to your hot pussy but me. Is that clear?”
Jasmine nodded.
My grin quirked. “I have a solution.”
She wiggled toward my chest. “What’s your solution?”
“Trust me?”
Jasmine nodded.
“Let me lead.”
I directed her until her legs were bent on each side of my head, facing toward the end of the bed. Her weeping pussy was directly over my face. “Now, bend forward.”
I was in fucking heaven as we both sucked and licked. The noises were primitive and raw, sloppy and slobbering. As she tensed, my control evaporated. “Fuck, Jasmine. If you don’t want to swallow, stop now.”
She sat up as if my cock was suddenly on fire.
“Use your hands.”
Jasmine did as I said, pumping me dry as my cum oozed over my stomach and her hands. Quickly, she scooted over beside me. “I should have tried to swallow.”
Reaching for her shoulders I pulled her over me, my seed a slippery interface. We rolled until I was on top of her. “That was the best fucking blow job, hand job, and sixty-nine of my life.”
Her eyes shone as she smiled. “It was all right?”
“Better than all right. Perfection.”
Jasmine scrunched her nose. “I should try swallowing. ”
I ran my thumb over her swollen lips. “You try whatever you want to do.”
“Now” —she wiggled beneath me— “I think a shower is in order. I mean, before you present me to your mom, I probably shouldn’t have your cum all over me.”
“Mine,” I whispered. “And now you’re marked.”
“Yours.” Her lips met mine.