Chapter 8
8
ALEX
I ’ve always kept people at arm’s length – there’s never been a reason to get close with anyone, because I’ve never felt a connection like this.
Jasmine is different. With her, I can’t possibly get close enough. I want to wrap her in my arms and never let her go.
I don’t believe there’s any way to get closer to her than in this moment, dragging my tongue slowly through her folds. Listening to every uneven breath, every squeak of the couch as her hips rock.
She smells so sweet, yet there’s an earthy note underneath that I love. Jasmine is real. There’s a natural goodness about her that has been driving me wild from the second we met. I’ve never felt so alive.
And fuck, I’ve never been so brutally, achingly hard.
Her head falls back as I grip her firm ass with one hand, yanking her closer. I think she likes it when I manhandle her, pinning her down with my other hand as my thumb works gently inside her.
I can feel her snug pussy gripping me, demanding more. Finally I stop teasing, lapping up her salty-sweet juices and using them to coat her clit. I circle it gently, watching as she props herself up on her elbows.
“Alex?” Her voice is thready. Weak. Good. That means she’s as overwhelmed as I am.
“Yeah, gorgeous?” I trail my tongue slowly around her button again, then straight across it, applying a touch more pressure.
Her fingers latch onto the back of my head. “I – oh – there ,” she gasps. “Right there… Please…”
A surge of fire floods my nervous system. Purpose. I now exist purely to bring Jasmine pleasure. Satisfaction. Comfort. Everything she could ever want or need.
She was so instinctive when she was working on my shoulders. She saw that my body was tight and did everything she could to loosen me up. I’ve never felt such a caring touch in my life. Now it’s my turn to make her feel incredible.
I hum in agreement, the vibrations clearly having the desired effect. Her chest heaves, her nipples tightening as her breasts rise and fall. She’s so hot. I’m going to be thinking about this moment for a very long time.
When her lovely eyes meet mine, a breathless, shaky moan escapes her throat. I continue lapping steadily, keeping up the pace, feeling her sensitive flesh warm and expand.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that we’re moving too fast and maybe this is a bad idea. I don’t care. I’ve never felt so alive, been so consumed by anything before.
Her back arches slightly, fingernails pricking my scalp as she stops breathing for several long, drawn-out seconds. Then she gasps, the climax shaking her from within. My thumb sinks deeper, reveling in the sensation of her channel sucking me in, her body flushed and trembling in pleasure. Pleasure I’ve given her.
When she stops shaking, I pull her into my lap, flipping her skirt down and pulling her top back up. “Good idea,” she murmurs. “Don’t want to mess up your couch.”
“Huh?” I look, but there’s no wet spot. Even if there was, I wouldn’t care right now. “I just need to hold you, angel.”
Jasmine clings to me, breasts still heaving with her ragged breath. “You are so unbelievably, sexy,” I murmur, stroking her arm, snuggling her hip tight against me. “I’d love to hold you all night long.”
She looks up at me through her thick lashes, fluttering them slightly. My lips brush her ear as I release a soft growl. “You have no idea what it does to me when you do that, Jasmine.”
Her giggle is adorable. “I could stay tonight, sure. But… There’s something I’ve always wanted to try. You run a lot of experiments, right?” Her thigh brushes straight across my erection, aching for her touch. “May I run an experiment of my own with you?”
“Anything you want, gorgeous.”
A split second later, I’ve been rolled onto my back and she’s unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way. Her eyes widen as she spreads it open, staring at my chest. “You seriously do not look like a lab technician,” she mutters.
“It’s all about efficiency. If I’m in top physical shape, then I have the stamina to work fourteen-hour days for two weeks at a stretch when necessary.”
Jasmine’s mouth twists. “I hope you don’t have to do that very often.”
“Only once or twice a year.”
I blink in surprise when I realize she’s already unfastened my belt and hitched my pants down several inches. I lift my hips to help her as she curls beside me, getting comfortable. Can she tell how desperate I am for her to touch me? I’m already on the edge. Honestly, I could come just from watching her stare at me, licking her lips like that.
She reaches out with her right hand, slowly stroking my cock all the way from base to tip. A shudder runs through me at her intimate touch. Also, at the idea that I’m the first man she’s ever touched. It’s obvious from how cautious she is.
“You won’t hurt me,” I mutter, trying to keep the gravel out of my voice. The sweeter Jasmine is, the more I feel like I’m turning into a savage beast, and I’m not sure how she feels about that. “Go for it.”
“Like this?” Using both hands, she strokes more firmly, instinctively knowing to touch as much skin as possible.
“Yeah,” I grunt, my thighs tensing. I’m about to embarrass myself by coming way too fast, but I’m not sure how much I mind.
She stares at me, then her head tilts as her gaze skims all around my body.
“Something wrong, gorgeous?”
“You’re…big,” she states. “Even in proportion to your size.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Not at all.” Her eyes sparkle. “I just hope you don’t expect me to get the entire thing in my mouth.”
My blood turns to fire. “I don’t expect anything, but—” My words cut off instantly as I go dead silent.
Jasmine’s perfect lips are circling the head of my cock, working up and down in time with her hands. She looks up at me, her eyes smiling as her mouth stretches around my thickness. She’s reading me, just like I did with her. Analyzing my reactions. Noticing my body language.
“Jasmine,” I choke, one hand stroking her back, the other in her hair. My hips tilt, not quite thrusting into her mouth. Okay, maybe just a bit.
There’s a wonderfully filthy look in her eye as she winks, then sucks harder, her soft hands squeezing my flesh, commanding my body and making me utterly powerless. I love giving myself to her. Love when she takes control. I love…oh my God…
I’m falling in love with Jasmine. So hard.
“You don’t have to swallow,” I manage to choke, “but you do have to decide fast.”
Her hands and mouth tighten, working harder, faster, until I can’t stop myself from moving with her, pumping between her petal-soft lips as I explode down her throat with a raw, strangled noise.
Collapsing back against the rug, I watch in disbelief as Jasmine swallows, then delicately wipes her mouth with the back of her hand while laughing. She snuggles against my side, waiting patiently as my focus returns.
“That was…” I groan. “Brain can’t word.”
Jasmine laughs. “I get it. Wording time is officially over.”
“Yeah.” I could fall asleep right here on the rug, except I’d never want Jasmine to be uncomfortable.
I sit up slowly, pulling her with me. “I’ll find you something to sleep in.” My palm drifts along her shoulder, then takes a detour to caress her breast. “Maybe something cozy, but baggy enough that I can accidentally snuggle you in my sleep.”
“Sounds good.”
“I have some new toothbrushes. Mouthwash. The works.”
Something shifts in Jasmine’s eyes. Crap, what was that ?
We get ready for bed and end up cuddling all night long, but I can’t stop my mind from spiraling. This is uncharted territory for me. For every dozen things I get right, I seem to say one thing that sends tension rushing through Jasmine’s lovely features.
I need to figure out this problem immediately, before I accidentally ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to me.