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She takes a step closer, the warmth of the steam enveloping us both. Her eyes lock with mine and then with one swift swoop, she's standing there in front of me in nothing but her bra and thongs, her t-shirt discarded to be forgotten on the floor next to her jeans.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I meet her gaze. "You're...you're stunning," I manage to say, my voice filled with both awe and desire. Her eyes never leave mine as she reaches behind her back, her nimble fingers deftly unhooking her bra. It falls to the ground, revealing the soft curves of her breasts.
I feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watch her delicate hands caress her own skin, tracing intricate patterns along her collarbone and down to her breasts. She rolls her nipples between her fingertips, a sigh escaping her lips.
The sound and act in itself sends shivers down my spine and ignites a fire within me that I struggle to contain.
I stand to my feet, drawn to her, my cock throbbing behind my trousers.
"Come closer," she whispers, her voice both sultry and sweet. I don't hesitate, stepping toward her and letting my hands roam over her body. Her breasts, the curve of her ass, everything is so tempting and inviting.
"Jasmine..." I murmur, my voice barely audible even to myself. My thoughts race, a whirlwind of desire and wonder as I step back and slowly walk a circle around her, taking in the full scope of her flawless form.
I trace my fingers along her collarbone, down her spine, and back up again, eliciting a shiver from her that sends a thrill through me.
"Tell me what you're thinking," she says, her eyes locked on mine as if she can read my mind. There's a challenge in her tone, daring me to reveal my innermost desires.
"I'm thinking I'm a lucky man tonight. I'm thinking about how all I want to do is show you a great fucking time tonight." As I whisper out my thoughts, I rest my hands on the small of her back, and pull her closer.
Her tits push against my chest and she gasps at the sudden show of force. I tilt her head up and stare into her eyes.
"I can't help but want to touch you, to make you feel as fucking horny as you make me feel."
Her lips curve into a smile, and her lips come closer, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Show me, then," she purrs, her breath hot against my ear. I feel her hand on my crotch, feeling the weight within my trousers.
"God, Jasmine, you're a fucking sex queen," I growl, unable to contain my desire any longer. She meets my gaze with a wicked grin, and her eyes sparkle with an untamed fire that ignites something deep within me.
"Then show me how a queen should be treated," she challenges, her voice dripping with sensuality.
I don't need to be told twice. I drop to my knees before her and rip off her thong, pressing my face against the softness of her inner thigh, inhaling her intoxicating scent. My hands find their way to her hips, fingers tracing the curves as I guide her closer to my eager mouth.
"Are you ready for this?" I ask, my breath hot against her skin.
"Please, Dario... make me feel it," she pleads, her voice desperate with want.
Slowly, I part her folds with my fingertips, revealing the glistening wetness within. I press my lips to her clit, teasing her gently at first, but quickly becoming more insistent as her moans urge me on.
"Fuck, Dario... yes!" she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me closer. Encouraged by her response, I slide one finger inside of her, feeling her body tighten around me as I explore her depths. Then another, thrusting them deeper as her moans become more urgent.
"More, Dario, please!" she begs, her breathing ragged as she approaches the precipice.
"Come for me, Jasmine," I command, my voice low and demanding. "Show me how much you want this."
It doesn't take long. With a cry torn from her very soul, Jasmine's body convulses, her orgasm washing over her. I continue to pleasure her, my fingers moving in time with the shudders that wrack her frame. She's beautiful like this, completely undone by the ecstasy I've brought her.
Our eyes lock, and I keep her a hold over her and my fingers in her, till the last waves of her orgasm pass through her.
When the final ripple passes, I pull away from Jasmine, my chest heaving with the effort of catching my breath. "Your turn, princess," I tell her, my voice husky with command, and desire.
"Get in the tub first," she says, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
I don't waste any time undressing myself, the heat and urgency of our passion spurring me on. My clothes join hers on the floor, and I step into the warm water, feeling it caress my skin as I settle into the tub. Jasmine's gaze never leaves me, her eyes dark and filled with longing.
"Come here," I urge her, holding out a hand. She takes it and, with my help, climbs into the tub with me. Water sloshes over the sides as we find a comfortable position, her breasts pressed against my chest, legs spread to accommodate my own.
"Ready?" she whispers, reaching down to grasp my throbbing length in her small, delicate hand. I can't help but groan at the sensation, the way her fingers wrap around me with such ease, her touch both gentle and firm as she begins to stroke me slowly.
"Fuck, Jasmine..." I gasp, closing my eyes and allowing my head to fall back against the edge of the tub. The feel of her breasts pressed against my chest adds another layer of pleasure to the experience, the soft, full mounds tantalizingly close.
