He didn't laugh or equivocate as she was half-afraid he would. His knee came up and pressed between her legs and she felt his shaft hard and long on her leg. Her legs were pried further apart. She was sure he was going to come inside her then. She reached around to cup his ass and bring him forward.
But instead he released her nipple and slid down her body, orphaning her hand, whose fingers clenched futilely on what had been taut male gluteal muscle but was now just air.
"Done," he said. "I'm all yours."
His tongue was in her navel when all she could think was, I want your cock inside me.
He'd give it to her, too, if she asked him to. The knowledge made her wild and determined not to ask him or stop him on his course.
"I love this," he said, his face there where he could, and did, kiss the splayed inside of her thigh. "Sometimes you sit at the table tapping your keyboard and in my mind you're spreading your legs and opening yourself and showing me how hot you are."
"Matt."
"You say something to one of them and you don't look at me, Jas, but I swear you're wet. I swear you want…mmm."
He knew. His tongue was wicked.
"Don't you, love? Want this as much as I do?"
She could comprehend him, but with what he was doing, saying, she seemed to have lost the ability to respond with coherent thoughts, words.
"You come so hard when I fuck you, it burns. That's what I want, all the time. Open now. Legs up. Let's see if you're wet enough to…Christ, sweetheart."
Jasmine stifled the too-piercing sound she made then with the back of her wrist.
Matt stretched out beside her, his muscled leg hooking round hers while his fingers pressed up between her legs, holding in the toy he'd just slid smoothly into her passage like it was coated in butter.
"You okay with this, Jas?"
"Nnn." That wasn't an answer, she realized vaguely. But it couldn't possibly be improved on right now. She trembled.
"Feel good? Can you keep it in there with your muscles?"
This time she managed to choke out his name.
"You're wonderful." His thumb rubbed the side of her clitoris. "Don't come yet," he said raggedly. "Save that heat for me."
"Then you have to stop—Matt—you have to—"
"Ah, but your clit feels so good. It's as stiff as my cock. Bite my shoulder. Yell if you want. But don't come. Not until…"
"Dammit, Matt—"
He laughed softly. "Too much? All right." He rolled onto his back. "C'mere, you're going on top. Like this. No—put it here. There you go. Ever done this before?"
And Jasmine found herself in the most intimate position of her life. She was inverted with him, on hands and knees above his body with her face at his groin, while his face was below her bottom.
"No," she squeaked. "But I know what it's called." Sixty-nine. Such a prosaic name for such an intimate position. "Is this possible?"
"Should be. I think we're pretty well matched, but you'll have to move things a bit to get a comfortable angle. All good?"
"Maybe."
"Will you take my cock into your mouth, love?" he said, stroking her buttocks. "Even though it's been up your pussy? Or are you super-finicky?"
God, no. I love our smell and I want to taste us and feel your heat in my mouth….
Rather than use words to answer, she bent, took his flesh, and licked him.
Matt made a sound that was half a laugh, half a groan.
She shifted again to find a better position to get at the glans, then let his shaft sink into her mouth. By angling his flesh downward, she managed to take more of him, but then had the problem of directing her attention to what she was supposed to be doing. She was just too aroused.
Knowing how exposed she must be to him made her even hotter. She could feel his breath, warm and erratic, there where she needed him to caress her. For some reason he was waiting, not touching her, though she was pretty sure he intended to.
Focus. Concentrate. Seriously challenging, when the dildo inside her made her want to cry. It had nearly enough girth, but not quite, and it was unyielding. Nothing like a man. Like a tease of a man.
"Jasmine," she heard Matt say breathlessly. "You've got to use those muscles of yours to keep it in." And she felt the dildo sink in more deeply.
He'd touched the sex toy, obviously, to push it back in. But still he didn't touch her.
Jasmine squirmed. Around his shaft, the kiss of her mouth, the movements of her jaw, became frantic. To Jasmine, their taste was fresh and intoxicating, heightening her already overstimulated senses. Her hand cupped his balls. She whimpered.
Matt's hands settled on her hips and upon feeling just that contact, her body jerked in shock. She almost bit down on him.
And then pleasure exploded in her pussy as his mouth plastered her.
Lips. Tongue. Teeth.
One…two…three…four…one more beat and she came apart.
The orgasm shook her whole body and her head jolted back to free his cock. Not that she would have injured him, but the way she felt, she could have.
Although she came hard, the climax itself was almost a tease, because the rod inside her didn't move, didn't thrust, and Matt just kept on nibbling, licking her, kissing her, and desire rose again almost as soon as the convulsions had eased.
Her delectable pussy was dripping, and so was his face. Fuck it, who needed to breathe? Matt felt dizzy with her taste, her softness, and yeah, the lack of oxygen, but mostly the knowledge of how hot she was for him. His cock objected to being abandoned, but he could live with it for the moment.
The liquor had burned up hours ago. So it was all down to her. The heady reality that she was his.
Even as he ate her out, his mind was racing. A thousand thoughts were flying around. Things he wanted to tell her. Plans. Ideas. Hopes he'd abandoned.
She was so turned on she was quivering. He had a cock-swelling view of her hidden parts that wouldn't leave his mind's eye anytime soon. The skin of her buttocks was enticing, light creamy chocolate and silky smooth, the globes taut, and he had to consciously restrain his fingers from wandering between them and really freaking her out.
This position was nothing new; he'd done it with too many women. It wasn't his favorite. He couldn't see her face, and it was slightly uncomfortable to have his cock bent at such an extreme angle. Probably not thrilling for her to have it down her throat, either. But he'd wanted it tonight, the immediacy and the reciprocity.
And it was new to Jasmine. New to them.
It had been one of the shittiest days of his life, walking down a dark tunnel with barely a light at the end, saying goodbye to her multiple times. Between her clawing and his own defensive strikes they'd both pretty much dimmed any possibility of coming through it together.
Until she'd bared her soul.
Then the tunnel had opened into blazing light and let them through.
Matt wondered if she realized the special significance of what she'd told him. Listening to her trying to convince him her love was worthless was like looking into a mirror and seeing himself six months ago.
Through. Free. Together.
Talk about a long shot.
It made him want to take the ultimate risk before he probably should.
He considered it.
Too soon, Berne.
Live the moment. You've got your face in her pussy. That's something. Maybe everything.
Her climax was building. Her thighs were tensing, her breathing had changed, and the toy was slipping out again. Sweetheart, we're going to have to work on that muscle tone. An exercise I so look forward to….
With a thumb-flick he nudged it back into her, watching as she reacted by arching in a cat stretch he promised himself he'd enjoy viewing from above and behind one day very soon.
She made the sweet sounds that told him she was growing desperate. Jasmine loved orgasms the same way she loved sugar. He could give them to her all day.
Optimizing he
r pleasure meant shifting their bodies a bit. Matt angled his head and let his mouth play around. His nose was crammed up against the dildo but who cared? She was running wet with her own hungry fluids and her clit was so distended just the feel of it on his tongue made his cock hurt with the need to be inside her.
He needed the heat. The closeness. To feel her spasming all over him as he pounded into her.
Short of that, her mouth on him.
Soon.
From the tightening of her legs, the subtle tilting of her pelvis, he knew she was on the verge of coming. Yes, now, baby. He let his teeth scrape her flesh, something she'd got off on from day one. Her hands clenched on his thighs, nails digging in painfully. Fuck, it hurt. The hurt was made more acute by not being able to see her expression as she came.
And that was sex. Pain and ecstasy. What he needed.
Jasmine, too.
Judging by her wail and the twisting of her hips, the inert toy in her pussy was driving her out of her mind. Good; he hoped he was driving her out of her mind.
Gradually she relaxed, but the tension in her legs and her gasps told him she could use another orgasm. He turned his head to take a breather and assess how much more of a delay he could handle before he lost his grip.
It was close.
Soon, sweetheart. I need a turn.
"Jas," he said. "Take me in your mouth. Please."
She tried. In her current position, it had to be awkward. He didn't help because he couldn't resist sucking her clit while she maneuvered him and herself. But she did manage to get him inside her mouth again and make him blissfully happy for a few minutes.
The lack of ability to see her face made the sliding heat and slickness of her mouth more intense. He spaced so far out that he got sloppy, lapsing into a lazy, off-center lapping with his tongue that was guaranteed not to get her where she wanted to go but made his head spin when her tiger claws dug in. He loved teasing her till she couldn't stop writhing. Drinking from the river of her need as it flowed on and on while his cock was bathed in her heat and the urge to climax came and was overcome, time after time….
He savored it until she got distracted and her mouth slacked off. That was his fault; he knew she wouldn't be able to stand his licking her like that for long.
Swiftly he tipped her over onto her side, turned and nibbled at her thighs. This was the way he should have started, he thought. Much more comfortable. Better access to her body using pillows as props, for one thing.
"Sweetheart, your mouth…"
And then she was there, doing it, swallowing his cock again. His blood, the whole damn world, pooled around his groin and he arched involuntarily. Far more intense than before. Sweet.
Usually when Jasmine sucked his cock, he got caught between tenderness and an emotional whirlwind stirred by her expertise. Just now she'd asked him about their first time together. What he'd held back was his sense that she used blow jobs to keep men at a distance. He didn't want to be kept at a distance. He wanted her clumsy and off-her-cool, and he wanted to be driven to the same. To lose his sanity. Surrender himself. Lose strategy, control.
Maybe because of the position, because of the dildo stimulating her inside, she was giving him that. Lust was driving her, and she wanted to please him with an animal ferocity, her hands and mouth moving strongly, focusing on his responses as much as technique. Forgetting technique. It made his heart ache.
Her mouth was luscious.
She loved him.
It felt so fucking good, making him thrust heedlessly.
Her lips and tongue suddenly hummered on his cock, telling him she was trying to talk through her stuffed mouth. She was shimmying like a belly dancer, legs jerking crazily. He'd been stroking her hip, dropping kisses on the inside of her thigh, neglecting to give her what she needed.
Poor girl, turned on past the point of tolerance.
She never told him when it happened. The fact that she trusted him to know when it got bad was a bigger high than anything his mom could ever have reached with her toxic chemicals.
He gritted his teeth. Sliding out of her mouth was a bitch. But heaven was waiting. Not just another home for his cock, but being able to hear her cries, see her face and gauge her responses.
Stupid from arousal, the breath hissing out between his teeth, he struggled with the logistics. They were oriented wrong. Given how agitated her movements were, it was easier to flip himself around. Quickly he was over her and braced.
And finally, finally he could look at her face. Jasmine looked dazed, her lips swollen, glistening, her eyes wet and wild. Exquisite. She needed to be fucked now.
He brought her hands together above her head and watched the ripple travel down her body.
"I'm going to take the toy out now, Jas," he told her deliberately, watching water well up in her eyes as she anticipated it.
Reaching between her thighs with the other hand, he tugged the thing out and tossed it aside. He was prepared to muffle her scream, but she managed it with her arm.
That was the trigger; abruptly, strategizing was over. She was female, open to him. He was male, going in.
He drove into her, rotating his hips to smash his groin against her clit so she started coming even before he'd penetrated fully.
Fuck, yeah.
He needed her coming, needed the orgasm to rack her body so hard he'd burn up from the eruption in her core and then for an eternity afterward as she spat out embers at him.
He wanted to tell her how he loved it, but his throat wasn't working. So he contented himself with ramming all the way in, fast, to satisfy her, over and over. Sweat dripped from his chest and forehead.
She said his name repeatedly. Knowing he'd made her feel this, knowing how long it was lasting for her, was more than fantastic. More than happiness.
He wanted this forever.
But of course, his body had other ideas. No meddling condom. She could get pregnant. Just the thoughts alone could do it, but together with the intensity of his thrusts, her clamping pressure, it brought the whole thing to an end too soon.
Always too soon.
"Jasmine."
The orgasm itself was electric, a lightning-storm of pleasure-pain. Even with his eyes closed, he knew she was watching him as he came.
One day she'd be less fascinated. Know him better than she knew herself. They'd both be predictable to each other.
But it would take years to learn each other like that.
And it would always be like this.
The one person who'd never stop loving him.
It was sweet afterwards when he rested inside her, letting his cock subside. Slow. Gradual. The return of functionality to his everyday neurons and the way the hair on his body stood up on end, the chill of the room, her arms slippery on his back, telling him he was filthy and wet and alive and not alone.
The ultimate risk.
Hell. Live for the day.
Jasmine knew she'd not been all that graceful. Coordinated. Or dignified.
Not while they were trying to love each other with their mouths at once, a much more difficult proposition than she'd imagined. Certainly not afterwards, when Matt had sensed her desperation and given her just what she needed, his body solid and warm on hers and his cock filling her to bursting, hotter and a thousand times more fulfilling than anything else.
Not even when she'd sensed him lose control. She'd almost bit her lip bloody as he groaned her name, his eyes dilated to the smoky blue color of his arousal, his mouth tightening in something like pain and the sweat dripping from his face.
With a kind of ferocity she clung to him afterward. When he finally rolled off of her, it was all she could do to content herself with reaching for his hand.
As her heartbeat settled down, the fierce emotion did, too, calming into a sense of peace.
And amusement.
Mistress of poise and elegance you are not.
As Jasmine looked around and contemplated the state of the union, she wasn
't impressed. They were coated in slime. Her hair stuck to everything. The smell of sex was so thick in the air she wouldn't be surprised to see it steaming up the room in clouds. She gazed down at her body, blinking away the tears and sweat, bemused as to how despite it all she could be so happy and exhausted and content.
She turned her head to look at him.
He looked the way she felt.
"Damn." He laughed, then wiped his face first with his arm, then the bedcovers, licking the side of his mouth and looking like nothing less than a lion cleaning itself after a meal. "Jas, if I ever have the energy to do that again…."
"Yes?"
"Remind me we need free access to a private bathroom first."
Abruptly he turned to her, grabbed her face, and kissed her.
Then he was springing off the bed. Energy? For someone so laid back, he never seemed to run out of the stuff.
He went to the closet and Jasmine groaned, wondering if she'd fallen in love with with some kind of sex zombie. "Matt, I might have to take a rain check on the all-night thing," she said sleepily, letting her eyelids drift shut.
She heard the soft pads of his feet on the carpet as he came back. The bed dipped, something soft landed on her stomach, and her eyes blinked open.
"Keep them closed," Matt said quietly.
The tone of his voice alerted her something was off. She obeyed, shutting her eyes again.
"So, Jas, here's the thing," he said, and she felt him reach for her hand. "I'd only known you a month when I got it. As stones go, it's tiny, and I didn't know about the sensitive skin so there's probably nickel and aluminum in the alloy. I'm a lot more solvent now. I'll get you something better if you want."
Her heart thundering, Jasmine opened her eyes and looked down at the black velvet case on her belly.
"Well?" he said, hand tightening. "What's your answer?"
She scrambled up to a sitting position and the box fell onto the bed. She stared at it, incredulous. "Matt, that's a…uh. Is that a…."
"Mm." He took her hand again. Despite his casual tone, his calm look, his eyes were alert and nearly black. And his grip was trying to break her knuckles. "Answer, please."
"Matt, my fingers—"
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