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“Jasmine?”
“Yes?” she breathed, finally gifting me the sight of her pupil-blown eyes. Not one ounce of fear or wariness rested in her gaze. Nothing but desire radiated from her.
“Where else do I touch you?”
“D-Down there.”
Fuck yes I would, given the chance.
“Lift your skirt so I can see how wet you are.” Every muscle in my body tensed to move, but I held myself still, expecting her to put a stop to what I pushed for.
A full body tremor rippled over her—but she didn’t hesitate to shimmy her skirt up to her hips. White panties hid her pussy from my view.
I groaned, and she moaned as though the noise coming from me pulsed need through her core.
With one finger, she skimmed down the lace darkened with wetness.
“Goddamn.” I clutched at the recliner’s armrests.
She slid her fingertip beneath the edge of her panties and rubbed up over her clit, a gasp parting her lips and tipping her head back.
I found myself stroking my cock through my jeans. Jasmine might be an innocent in the physical sense, but her mind? That thing of beauty was a different story.
But how far would she go? How much trust had I earned? How much honesty would she allow between us?
“Do I make you come in your dreams, Jasmine?” My tone was wrecked with lust, husky and broken.
“Yes,” she whispered, eyes clenched shut.
“Let me see your pretty pussy.”
With one hand, she pulled her panties to the side. Her pink, swollen labia glistened beneath a thatch of blonde curls.
Drooling, I stroked myself and stared as she pressed two fingers into her pussy.
She whimpered, slowly fucking herself, hips grinding her core against her palm.
“I want to watch you come, Jasmine,” I offered her my truth, lifting my attention to her face as little noises flew past her parted lips. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
Panting, she did as told, hazed, pale eyes peering at me—butseeingme.
“Imagine those fingers fucking into your needy pussy are mine,” I murmured, knowing my words would make or break the scene we were indulging in.
A sharp inhale lifted her chest, and her back bowed off my couch, giving me what I wanted. “O-Oh!” Her breath caught again, and she shuddered, crying out. The sounds of wet finger fucking caused my mouth to flood with drool. Cream covered her fingers, and I squeezed my cock to keep from blowing my load in my jeans.
“Jesus, Jasmine.” My blood rushed and my ears rang as she slowly settled.
Her breasts heaved with every aftershock rippling through her flushed body.
“If you ever decide you want me to touch you for real,” I rasped, “you only need to ask.”
Praying to God she would beg right then and there, I held my breath the best my pounding heart allowed.
Face growing a deeper shade of red, she wiped her fingers off on her panties and tugged her skirt back into place. “I should go,” she whispered, her gaze on the floor.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Jasmine.”
