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My throat was tight when I explained, “It’s the responsible thing to do, Jas. You can’t be out here raw doggin’ it with everybody. Shit, if I didn’t believe you were a virgin before last Saturday, I wouldn’t be chancing it tonight. I’d send your big ass out for condoms—I still should be considering that…”
“What?”
That’s when I really had to ask. “Are you sure you want to try this?”
“Be with you?” The poor guy seemed genuinely confused.
“No.” I shook my head. “I know you want that.” I pointed to his compacted erection.
“Then what?”
“My period, you fool. Guys freak out over their girls’ period. That’s when they actually stay away. It’s gross—”
His big palm was at my neck, broad hairy chest pushed into my bare nipples, and fruit-scented lips on mine. Jas pushed his tongue into my mouth, sweeping until he found mine. Hungrily and with a pathetic burst of need, I moved against his tongue. Instantly, I was delirious with lust. With closed eyes and a racing pulse, I kissed his soft lips and sucked on his tongue. Breathless, I wanted to taste the man more than I needed air. I couldn’t break away no matter how bad my lungs burned and legs lashed in a fit.
Jas pulled back, peering wildly into my eyes. “Nothing about you will gross me out. I wish you’d stop saying that shit, Witherspoon.”
DANGER!
His grip on my neck was firm, yet I could breathe. I took inventory of my being the minute I realized his rapid and stealth move. I was half perched on the vanity, palms gripping his lower arms as he palmed my face. I was all breath and liquid. Incongruently, I was soft, pliant, and ready to receive his rigid thickness, his stiff veiny pleasure.
When his lips brushed down my neck, my spine bowed. Jas’ mouth dragged against my skin, scorching a blaze. He pulled a nipple into his mouth hard then sucked soothingly. He worked my pebble using the tip of his tongue with delicious relentlessness. My head collapsed backward enduring him.
“Tell me what to do,” his sotto voce whispered in my ear, reverberated in my core.
“You’re doing it,” I whispered back.
Needing him to shut up and just be in the moment of lechery with me, I twisted my neck to capture his mouth. My hands reached for the elastic waist of his boxers and with the assistance of my feet, I managed them down. I could live and die kissing this man. He was so eager yet wonderfully vulnerable, but Jas was also determined with his mouth. I loved it. Each time.
This time, I pulled away. “I need to do something. Go get in the shower. I’ll be right in there.”
Hesitantly, and after long seconds of him reading my eyes, Jas backed away and pulled down his fitted boxers. Then he turned and sauntered into the shower. His stride was powered by his beautiful glutes.
Sighing, I quickly trekked over to the toilet so I could unplug myself. I didn’t want him to see that part, but when I glanced up after flushing the toilet, his dark and heavy eyes were on me. They were filled with confident possession and yet insecurity. I tried mustering a smile as I toed in. Right away, I grabbed my mesh sponge and squirted body wash from the wall dispenser. After lathering it up, I reached up to his shoulder with questioning eyes.
Jas didn’t grant permission, likely because this was all new to him. So, gently, I went about rubbing him down, starting at his sculpted shoulders and arms then his defined chest and hilly abdomen. When I instructed him to turn, he did so with reluctance yet I could sense the unusual faith Jas was applying to me.
“I’m guessing you’ve never been washed by a woman before?” With his face to the floor, Jas shook his head. “Another cherry-popping experience from me.” I snorted, but the humor faded as soon as it came.
His body was pure godly architecture. Each muscle was defined, the hairiness and veiny presence of his virility held evidence of divinity. My hands trembled and mouth watered as I lashed the soapy scrub over his carved back. His legs were hard logs as I worked my way back to the front of him, unable to ignore the other log-like figure standing midair.
Swallowing with my hungry eyes stapled to him, I returned to the soap dispenser and squirted more. I didn’t ask Jas to wash me in return. There was something arousing about him watching me. And he did just that in silence, but the volume from his eyes was blaring. It was encouraging, mutedly granting me the empowerment I needed to seduce him. We shared uninhibited stares and reactive squints until I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d rinsed and was ready for Jas.
Dropping the mesh sponge to the shower floor, I leaped over to Jas’ big body, catching him off guard. My mouth was on him, legs wrapped around his waist. I felt feverish with lust and surprised by my instant comfortability around this man. With Jas, I didn’t feel shy or modest. I felt beastly and wanton. His inexperience turned me on, makingmefeel possessive of his naivety and desire of me.
And he caught me in all of my rabid impulsiveness. His kiss was just as desperate as mine. His touch just as greedy. We landed on the bench where I took him at his head and fed his mouth to mine devouring him. I glided against his soapy body with ease and need. The bristles of his hairy thighs teased my ass, his chest tickled my nipples.
My comfort level with Jas read as though we’d been lovers for decades. His big, calloused hands toured my neck and back, inspiring my hips to move into his hardness. So quickly, I felt lightheaded with anticipatory bliss. This was a first for me.
I lay my face against his to whisper in his ear, “None of your concubines ever made you feel the way I’m about to.”
“Tell me what to do.” This time the request, though low, sounded desperately urgent.
What?I was ready to talk more shit and he was still on this weird request.
Suddenly, I pulled back from his ear and looked him straight in the face. Jas’ eyes were so soft, he appeared so tender. “Why do you keep saying that?”
“Because you told me I can’t fuck and I wanna…” He stretched his forehead, forging ahead. “please you. I wanna make you feel good. I ‘on’t wanna spin the block and not handle you.”
