Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“James… James,” Jasmine gasps between my mouth over hers. Her voice gets shrill as my roaming hands discover her full chest.
“Hmmm?” I ask, shifting my attention just long enough to cock my brow in question.
I figure question time can wait until after show-and-tell, but I don’t mind.
“I’ve just… I mean… I’ve never…,” she wheezes, suddenly stiffening in my arms and then relaxing into a deep purr.
My own low growl joins in as my shins feel for the edge of the couch, easing her down gently as I get on my knees in front of her. No second prizes for guessing what I want to do next.
But hearing her say my name again, I give her my full attention. “What is it?” I murmur.
Half guessing her answer already, but knowing I couldn’t be that lucky… I mean, finding her is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. There’s no way she’d be…
“A virgin, James,” she says with some force, focusing her energy on her words just long enough to get them out before she swoons backward, moaning with a mix of frustration and even a little annoyance.
I slow down, but just enough to keep her little honey pot simmering. My hands look huge as they move slowly over every inch of her I can access, gravitating to her chest and squeezing her ample breasts, not even wanting to say anything in reply. It seems like a sore point with her, and gripping my forearms again, she asks if I heard what she said.
By now, I’ve already moved my attention to those track pants of hers, thanking the gods silently for two things: making her pure and giving her pants that I can just slide off.
“James?” she asks, looking like she needs some reassurance.
“It… it doesn’t bother you?” she asks. “I mean… I’m a lousy kisser, so I…,” she tries to say, but my thick fingers pressing her sodden mound through her sweats give her my thoughts on the matter.
“I told you already,” I croon. “There’s only one flower I want, and it’s called Jasmine,” I remind her.
Watching her expression shift to aww before it becomes an oooh again. Her eyes are wide, and her tiny mouth opens and closes before she surrenders to it. This feeling we both share inside. This feeling I’m about to show her inside.
She swears and then grunts loudly, already starting to buck hard from my hand against her sex, making me wish I had more hands, more arms.
Her own hands run over my neck and chest as she yields to her own arousal.
Suddenly she lifts herself enough so I can slide her pants off, gasping another moan when I take half her panties down with them, making me groan in disbelief. I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect. Her smooth, creamy skin. Her thick thighs. Those magic hips look like they were made for my hands. Her whole body is like a playground I need to explore, but it’s that sweet, virgin flower of hers that arrests my attention.
I watch her tense when I seize her panties hard—feeling her relax when we both hear the flimsy elastic tear under my grip.
Her hands automatically shift up to my face and then my head, gripping my hair hard as she pulls down. Not needing to, but guiding me where we both need me to be right now.
Breathing her in for a moment that I know I’ll never forget, I watch up close as my fingers part her pussy lips. The sheen of her essence is like a glass I want to drink from forever. Her already quivering little sex, winking at me, begging me to help her out of more than just sweatpants.
Helping her swollen, stiff bud with one finger, I bury myself in her flower, tasting her for the first time. The hum of my groans buzzes through her whole body under me, a live current from a circuit that’s about to be complete.
If I’m honest, though, I’ve never liked my name much.
James.
Until I hear it from her lips.
Slow at first, but as I explore her more with my mouth, it’s like a beacon, letting me map her pleasure centers one by one.
I feel warm inside, the cobwebs blowing off my heart. It makes today and Jasmine even more special because I know it’s real. She’s real, and this magic between us is real. Everything else I’ve been doing has just been killing time, waiting for her.
Waiting for this moment.
And “James” has never sounded so fucking hot, either.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jasmine
“Oooohhh, James, I…!”
Oops. Too late.
I thought it was maybe just a guy thing. The whole finishing early bit?
Every second of the car ride. Every fraction of a second in the elevator on the way up. Every millisecond of his fingers, hands, and tongue on me could only end one way.
That face. That sweet, handsome face buried tonsils-deep between my legs.