Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
GABE
My heart nearly beat out of my chest as Jasmine leaned back on her elbows, leveling her heated gaze on me. I was already half hard, but the sight and her breathy command had the rest of my blood rushing to my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned dropping my head back and pinching my eyes shut. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“No, I’m just following your rules. You said you couldn’t touch me, so I’m going to touch myself, and you’re going to guide me.
” She stared straight into my eyes when she said it.
There was a flash of uncertainty in her gaze as though she worried I might refuse her, but it was overshadowed by the hope I would play along. “Tell me how you would touch me.”
I let my greedy gaze rake over her body before responding.
“First I would kiss you. I’d start with your lips then work my way down your neck and to your breasts,” I announced without hesitation.
I’d thought of this so many times. It wouldn’t be hard to fulfill her request. She trailed her fingers over the path I’d outlined, fluttering them over her skin as I would my lips.
“I would tease the tops of your breasts, peppering kisses along the edge of your bra.” She gently brushed her fingertips across the swells of her breasts before slipping the straps down her shoulders.
I continued, transfixed by the motion. “Then I’d yank the cups down and suck on your pretty pink nipples, flicking one with my tongue while I used my fingers to play with the other.
” I could almost taste her skin on my tongue, imagining how sweet she would be.
She obediently pushed the cups of her bra down to expose her breasts.
Licking both of her middle fingers, she brought them down to circle each nipple, plucking and pinching them until they were tight peaks.
The string of curses I groaned was a desperate plea. Her breaths started coming faster, and her entire body flushed.
“Take off your bra,” I demanded. She sat up and unhooked her bra, slowly pulling the straps off her arms. Then she tossed it at me, giggling when it bounced off my chest. “Fuck, I love that sound,” I said, shifting in my seat as I fought the urge to break out of these reins.
My jeans were strangling my cock, and it was begging for release.
“What would you do next?” she asked in a sultry voice, prompting me to provide the next instruction.
“I would peel those panties off slowly,” I began.
She hooked her fingers into her waistband and began shimmying them over her hips as I continued.
“Savoring the way your breath caught as I revealed your dripping wet cunt.” She sucked in a sharp breath, just as I predicted.
“Slow down,” I demanded. “I want to take my time with you.” She was so worked up, she’d begun to frantically shove her panties down her legs.
She halted her progress and slid the fabric over her skin at an agonizingly slow pace.
“That’s it,” I praised, and she whimpered, pressing her thighs together.
She squirmed, desperate to get some friction, and the muscles in her stomach clenched.
That was when I noticed something was missing.
“Where’s your insulin pump?” I growled, and she glanced at me as panic seized my chest.
“I took it off,” she replied and I scowled, displeased by her recklessness.
“I needed to change my insertion site today, so I figured now was as good a time as any to remove it.” My scowl deepened, and I opened my mouth to protest, worried about her going too long without it, but she giggled and waved me off.
“Don’t worry. My blood sugar is currently within range.
I’ll hook it back up when we’re done having our fun,” she claimed as she slipped her panties the rest of the way off.
My gaze slid over her naked body, and she simply sat there for a moment, letting me drink her in.
My chest heaved with ragged breaths as I tried to calm my racing pulse.
Rising from the bed, she sauntered toward me and bent over suggestively.
Balling up her discarded undergarment, she stuffed it into my shirt pocket and patted it twice.
“A little souvenir,” she stated before slowly making her way back to the bed, swaying her hips seductively. She was putting on a show, a damn good one. “Now what?” she asked, glancing at me over her shoulder.
“Crawl across the bed and lie on your back,” I instructed.
She did so slowly, on all fours, giving me a front row view of her perfect ass.
Then she stretched, arching her back and lifting her ass in the air as she pressed her chest to the mattress and spread her arms out over her head.
It opened her up completely for my perusal.
The chair rattled, and I growled a series of expletives that would make a sailor blush at the sight of her glistening pink pussy, her lips swollen and begging for my touch.
She turned over on her back and peered down at me, trying to suppress a pleased grin as she held my rapt attention. “Spread your legs,” I demanded, and she let her legs fall open. “Touch yourself.”
“How?”
“Play with your clit.” Her breath hitched, and her gaze heated at the harsh demand.
So she liked being told what to do in the bedroom and nowhere else.
Dragging her hand down her stomach, she slipped her fingers over her center and dipped them inside before dragging them back up to circle her clit.
“Yeah, just like that,” I encouraged. She continued to work herself over until her stomach began to tighten.
Just before her orgasm crested, I stopped her.
“Dip your finger back into your pussy,” I instructed.
She wanted to disobey me and finish herself off.
I could see it in that hint of defiance in her eyes, but that wasn’t the point of this game.
She was giving me control while also allowing me to hold firm to my no touching rule.
She did as I asked, moaning when her fingers slipped inside, and waited for further instruction. “Now fuck your fingers,” I said, my voice growing more strained with every word. My cock swelled to an almost unbearable level as she thrust her fingers in and out, moaning my name.
“I’m imagining your fingers inside me instead of mine,” she confessed, and I nearly lost it.
“Fuck, Jasmine,” I groaned, my voice a desperate plea.
“I want to taste you.” She pumped her fingers in and out a few more times before withdrawing them and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she stood, my voice tinged with panic.
If she touched me, I would snap. I was barely hanging onto my control as it was.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I said, trying to inject some authority into my tone.
She didn’t care. She was hell-bent on torturing me.
“You said you wanted a taste,” she said as she approached. My throat bobbed as she lowered herself onto my lap, her knees straddling my thighs. I drew in a sharp breath when she lifted her fingers. “Do you want this?” she asked, trying to ensure I was okay with what was happening.
“Yes,” I breathed. She rubbed her drenched fingers across my bottom lip, and my tongue darted out to lap up her arousal.
It was intoxicating. I needed more. I wanted to savor her taste.
Wrapping my lips around her fingers, I drew them into my mouth.
Her lips parted on a gasp as I licked them clean before letting them pop free.
Every muscle in my body went taut, and my pulse ratcheted up several notches.
That was quite possibly the hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
“That was just a sample. You can have a taste of the real thing,” she proposed. The leather of the reins creaked as I flexed my hands, fighting the urge to beg her to release me so I could finally touch her. My finger brushed her thighs, and she moaned from that tiny bit of contact.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded, “and don’t stop until you’re coming in my lap.”
She brought the fingers I’d licked down to her clit again, whimpering when they met her needy, swollen flesh.
Bracing one hand on my shoulder, she worked herself over while I watched with rapt attention, whispering words of praise as she rose higher and higher.
My balls drew up tight, and a tingling started at the base of my spine.
My forearms strained against the reins, and the leather creaked so loud that for a moment, I thought they might snap.
I had just enough leeway to brush my fingers over the outsides of her thighs.
They trembled beneath my touch as she brought herself to the brink.
Her warm skin beneath my fingers, the sight of those glorious tits in my face, and the wet sounds of her fingers sliding against her dripping pussy had me hurtling toward it with her.
“I’m so close,” she breathed, her eyes falling closed, and her thighs clamping down on mine.
“Come for me,” I demanded, my voice gruff and thick with desire.
She cried out and her hips rocked forward, the motion involuntary and purely instinctual.
It was too much. The sound of her coming, the smell of her arousal and the taste of it on my tongue, the feel of her soft, warm skin, and the view of her naked body spread out over my lap.
It sent me tumbling over the edge. I released a guttural moan as her fingers slowed, and she rode out the final pulsing aftershocks of her release.
She pressed her forehead to mine, and her hair fell around us in a curtain, cocooning us in our own private bubble for just a moment.
We were both breathing hard by the time she stilled. She pulled back and opened her eyes. They were glazed over with satisfaction.