He made it up the exterior steps to the shop then placed Jasmine on her feet so he could retrieve the key for the studio from underneath the decorative flower pot on the stoop to unlock the door. Ty turned on the light switch as they walked into the room that she and Laurel had usually stayed in when they’d come out for visits while they had been in college. It was a nifty little studio apartment with a pull-out sofa bed, flat screen TV mounted on the wall, a fully functional kitchen with a semi-stocked wine rack and a small bathroom with a shower stall.
“I think I’ll take a shower,” Jasmine announced, walking in that direction.
“Want company?” Ty asked as he followed her and placed her bag on the floor.
“Sure, just give me a minute first. I need to pee.” She gave him a shy smile and gave him a playful shove to push him back out into the main room.
“Fine, I’ll just get us set up out here while I wait.” As Jasmine used the toilet, she heard Ty rustling things about, and the sound of the sofa bed being folded out and readied. She soon had the shower water running and the tiny room filled with steam. She quickly shed her dress and bikini bottoms, opened the door slightly in invitation to Tyson then stepped into the shower.
Moments later she watched, through the glass shower door, as Ty entered the bathroom. He’d already removed his board shorts.
Ty slid open the door and just gazed at Jasmine for a minute. Her head was tipped back under the spray, a stream of suds running down her body, and she could feel her nipples harden both due to the chill and the thrill of being the object of his lustful gaze. He was watching as though he wanted to memorise every freckle, every scar—well, he would probably get a good start at that tonight.
“Are you going to just stand there staring at me or are you going to come in and join me?” Her eyes were half-closed as she spoke, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.
He stepped in the small stall and closed the door. There wouldn’t be much room for fun in there, but that was okay. This was only the warm-up for what should be a long and satisfying evening for the both of them. Ty picked up a bottle of shower gel and squeezed some into his hand. Jasmine fully opened her eyes and smiled at him when she felt his hands slide the floral-scented suds down her torso. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he replied. “You looked like you could use a hand.”
She looked down to see the droplets of water on his well-defined ab muscles, matting down the treasure-trail of hair down to his groin. His cock wasn’t quite hard yet, but it definitely wasn’t flaccid either. “So do you.” She smirked.
Tyson chuckled and handed her the bottle of shower gel. “Be my guest.”
Jasmine squirted some into her hand, put the gel on the shelf, then rubbed her hands together to create a lather. She reached out to him and smoothed her hands down his chest, letting her eyes roam over his form while she explored it with her fingers. Every part of him was firm, yet surprisingly smooth. She refrained from leaning down for a taste, there would be time for that later and the cramped shower was not the ideal location.
They washed each other in silence. Jasmine languished in the tender intimacy of the moment, tension mounting for the anticipated pleasure to come, before they stood together under the large shower head to rinse away the suds. Ty’s arms looped around her waist while her wrists rested behind his neck, and he lowered his lips to her shoulder to place a gentle kiss. His kiss slowly trailed up from her shoulder to the side of her throat, where he sucked the tender flesh between his teeth.
She moaned, leaning her head to the side to give him better access, knowing that he was probably going to leave a mark, but it felt so good. It had been years since a man had held her this way. Kyle had grown complacent and careless in their lovemaking when their marriage was barely a year old, and the sex had been nearly non-existent for several months. For the first time in a long, long time, she felt…adored. She revelled in Ty’s worshipful embrace.
“I need you.”
His words were uttered close to her ear, so quietly she wondered if she was actually supposed to have heard them. Nevertheless, she responded in kind. “Then have me.”
He raised his head and he captured her eyes with his intense gaze. He opened his mouth to speak then seemed to think better of it. He cupped her face and kissed her.
“What’s wrong?” Jasmine had a feeling whatever he’d been about to say was serious, causing her concern.
“All in good time, sweetheart. For now, let’s go to bed.” Ty shut off the water, grabbed the large bath towel she’d draped over the nearby hook, and gently, though briskly, dried her off.
Her hair was still dripping so she took the towel from his hands. “Allow me.” She made quick work of twisting her long, wet tendrils up in the towel to allow it to soak up some of the moisture while Ty stepped out of the shower to retrieve another towel from the shelf.
Jasmine pulled on a sleep tank and a pair of panties. “You know those are just gonna come right back off,” Ty joked.
She snickered as she retrieved her toiletry bag from her overnight duffle. “Gimme just a sec,” she said to Ty as he walked out of the bathroom wearing only the towel he’d wrapped around his hips.
She made quick work of brushing her teeth, then smoothed on some face and hand cream. Her night routine complete, she turned off the light and emerged to find the main room darker, with the only light coming from a couple of scented candles in jars which adorned the small kitchen bar countertop. There was soft music playing from the radio that sat nearby, helping to complete the mood. Ty was nothing if not thorough. Jasmine hesitated against the doorjamb of the bathroom, watching him and feeling a little anxious. She’d removed the towel from her head, allowing the damp ringlets to cascade down her shoulders. He turned around and, by the soft glow of the candlelight, his expression conveyed she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Hey,” he said quietly.
“Hey.”
He slowly walked towards her, removing his towel from his waist, and in a swift move, swooped her up in his arms to carry her the short distance to the bed. “You’re overdressed,” he observed as he laid her atop the soft comforter.
“I hate it when that happens,” she replied, and peeled her tank top over her head, satisfied at the way his eyes roved over her exposed breasts. “Better?”
“It’s a good start.” Tyson lowered his body over hers, and she languished in the sensation of his body against her skin, pressing her into the mattress. The mattress wasn’t so comfortable but that didn’t matter at all. Gazing into his eyes in the dim lighting of the room, she could see the internal battle he was fighting. It was as if he was torn between wanting to ravage her body, and taking his time to completely and thoroughly express his love and desire for her. Jasmine decided to help him along, cupping her hand behind his head to pull his face closer. He moved his lips against hers and with a swipe of her tongue across his lower lip, she quickly assumed dominance in their kiss.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him as he did, so that she lay straddling him, surrendering control to her for the moment. Jasmine gave in to the secret desires she’d harboured for years, letting her hands memorise every curve and indentation of his chest as she plundered his mouth greedily. She trailed her lips down to his earlobe, taking it between her teeth to bite gently for only a moment before continuing down his throat. She moved her hips against him, grinding against his erection with only the thin, damp cotton of her panties as a barrier. Every hitch of his breath, every sigh of contentment only heightened her arousal that much more.
She slid down his body farther, tasting as she went, licking around his pebbled nipple, before lightly biting it, then softening the sting with another soothing stroke of her tongue. He groaned her name, his voice raspy with his pleasure and she smiled as she moved to repeat the action on the other side. She felt his hard cock twitch eagerly against her stomach, and continued on her path farther down his body, tracing a salacious trail along the
lines of his abs with her tongue, until she was settled between his legs.
All movement ceased and her peripheral vision caught Tyson raising his head to see why, most likely hoping to God that she hadn’t had a sudden change of heart. She stared at his cock, almost reverently, then shifted her stare to meet his eyes. She didn’t look away as she took him in hand, grasping firmly. Ty seemed to comprehend that she intended him to watch, and he reached behind his head to prop his head with another pillow. A shudder escaped him along with a whimpering moan as she slowly, sensually traced her tongue around the head once more and smiled at him, pleased that he was so obviously getting off on her shameless display. She was really quite enjoying herself, having been used to considering this act to be more of a chore than a pleasure.
After giving him a few solid strokes with her hand, she lowered her mouth over him, sliding his length down her throat as far as she could take him. She pulled back, applying suction as she went then, still watching him, slid down again. Her head bobbed, tongue swirling around him, sucking him, cupping his balls in her hand to gently squeeze and tug. She felt his dick pulsing in her grip and knew he was approaching his climax. She fully intended to finish him off, but it seemed he had other plans.
“Jasmine, baby, that feels amazing, but I think it’s my turn to feast on you for a while.”
She sat up on her knees, looking at him through lust-heavy eyes and massaging her sore jaw. Her nipples stood erect, begging for his touch, but she wasn’t ready to surrender the reins to him just yet. “You sure? I’ll finish the job, I don’t mind swallowing.”
Tyson groaned, sitting up to pull her down to lay beside him on the bed, then kissed her almost roughly. “I’m gonna file what you just said, and the way you look right now, away in my brain for future use, both with you and most likely for ‘flying solo’ as well. You are the hottest, sexiest…” He kissed her again, seemingly unable to find the words to accurately describe the effect she had on him.
He was soon kneeling between her legs, gazing down as she lay spread before him. “Glorious,” he murmured. “Well, almost glorious.” He grasped the waistband of her panties and began tugging them down her legs. “These need to go.” Once the obtrusive article of clothing was removed, he remarked, “Now it’s perfect. You, my sweet Jasmine, are perfection.”
Placing a hand at each side of her head, he slowly lowered his body down to hers, meeting her lips for a kiss so sensual that they both moaned at its intensity. The kiss turned hungry, and Jasmine felt nearly ferocious with her need for him. Her hips bucked up against him, allowing his dick to slide deliciously against her wet folds. It wouldn’t take much for him to thrust, to be inside her, but it seemed he had something he wanted to do first.
“Not yet, Jassy.” His words were practically a purr. He trailed his hand down her body, dipping his fingertips to lightly skim across her clit and then a little deeper inside, before withdrawing them and licking them off. “Oh, sweetheart. I have to have some more of that.”
Jasmine was fairly certain her vagina had just turned into molten lava because that was the sexiest thing she’d ever encountered.
He began to descend down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts. They weren’t small by any means, but they weren’t especially large either, just a little more than a handful. He didn’t seem to mind. He placed his mouth over an areola, licking and sucking the soft mound while his hand moulded and squeezed the other, rolling the tip around with his thumb and forefinger.
Gasping and moaning at the sensations he was causing her, Jasmine was now unabashedly rubbing against him for the friction she needed so badly, making his stomach almost slick with her juices. “Oh, God, please, Ty…” she begged. “Touch me, fuck me, I need…”
“What do you need, Jasmine?” he asked quietly, continuing his descent to the glistening prize that awaited just a few inches farther down.
“I need you…I need…fuck…” She finished with a groan as his lips slid between the folds of her pussy, his tongue plunging into her depths to greedily sample her honey. She was instantly on the edge of orgasm and it was wonderful. She threaded her fingers into his hair, grasping, guiding as he switched between fucking her with his mouth to ravenously licking and sucking her rock-hard clit. Doing away with what little restraint she had left, she moved her other hand to his head, both fists grasping his hair as her hips met the thrusts of his mouth, literally fucking his face.
Ty tightly gripped her ass in his hands, assisting her in her efforts. The slight change in position only heightened the sensation and with a keening cry, Jasmine came undone. Her muscles trembled and the noises coming from her throat were unlike any she’d heard herself make before. While she was in the throes, Ty wasted no time. He knelt over her body and sheathed himself fully within her with one powerful thrust. Before the first had even worn off, Jasmine spiralled into another orgasm, as Ty pumped in and out of her with vigour. Their tender lovemaking had evolved into the ravenous claiming she’d so desired. He wasn’t gentle and she wasn’t holding back. Jasmine’s nails tore into his back, spurring him to fuck her that much harder until finally he came with something akin to an animalistic growl. He rocked into her a few more times until his spasms subsided, her contracting inner walls milking him dry, before he withdrew from her and collapsed on the bed closely beside her.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, but Jasmine lay in Tyson’s arms as they came down from their ecstatic heights. A few minutes had passed when Jasmine realised that they no longer felt level.
“Um, Ty? Is it just me, or are we lying at a slope? It feels like we’re lopsided.”
She felt him carefully extricate himself from her then sit up, verifying it was definitely dipping drastically to one side. “Uh oh,” he mumbled.
“Did we break the bed?” Jasmine’s question was muffled as she continued to lie spent. Broken or not, she didn’t feel it warranted sitting up quite yet. “I thought I heard something pop.”
”All I could hear was us, sweetheart.” He leaned over and looked under the bed. “It’s kind of hard to see in this light, but…yeah, pretty sure we broke it.”
Jasmine giggled weakly. “That one’s going to be fun to explain to Marcy.” Marcy being Ty’s mother. Panic bubbled up in her briefly, enough to bring her out of her freshly-fucked haze before she pushed away the thoughts to deal with at a later time. She did finally sit up. “Maybe we should move the mattress to the floor?”
“Probably a good idea,” Ty agreed, then chuckled. “And don’t worry, I’ll try to come up with something other than ‘Sorry Mom, I was fucking Jasmine’s brains out’ when it comes time to explain what happened to the sofa bed.” He sobered and reached for her hand. “That wasn’t really my intent, you know. I hadn’t planned on giving you a proper pounding ’til at least our third or fourth round.”
Jasmine pulled her knees up close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable. “Well, I hope you’re not apologising, because that, by far, is the best sex I’ve ever had,” she quietly replied.
He put his arm around her and pulled her towards him, planting a kiss atop her head. “That definitely was not an apology. I fully enjoyed myself and it was pretty much my greatest dream realised. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, that I didn’t hurt you or anything.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow, but that was so worth it. I think I’d like another shower though. I don’t know about you but I feel sticky.”
“Care if I join you? Maybe we can wash the sticky off each other.” Ty nuzzled and kissed the side of Jasmine’s neck.
Jasmine sighed, basking in the pleasurable sensation of Ty’s lips on her skin. “You are definitely welcome to join me.”
They got up, then Ty paused. “I think I’m going to go ahead and move this mattress real quick, so then when we get out it’s already for us to lie down and settle in?”
“Good idea.”
She helped him move the
mattress, then while Jasmine went to start the shower, Ty coaxed the sofa bed frame back into the sofa as best as he could, causing her to cringe at the sound of metal bending in a way it wasn’t meant to.
The shower was conducted quickly, solely for the purpose of cleansing themselves of their sweat and other bodily fluids, before they settled back down, in only their bare skin, on the bed they’d made on the floor. Jasmine was asleep in minutes in a seemingly equally satiated Tyson’s arms.
Chapter Six
Jasmine awoke to Tyson’s lips kissing her stomach, just below her navel. He looked sexy and adorable, staring at her with smouldering eyes while his hair stood up every which way. “Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted. “I was in the mood for breakfast in bed, so…” He trailed off as he continued kissing her stomach, tracing the soft curve of her belly with his nose. She was usually so self-conscious of that area, no longer firm and flat as it had been eight or ten years ago, but Ty didn’t seem to mind in the least. She sat up on her elbows to watch him, reaching down to lovingly smooth some of that wild hair out of his eyes.
He turned his focus to meandering his way to her pussy, sprinkling leisurely kisses all around her pubis along the way. There was no hurry this morning, no sense of urgency. He was simply taking his time to appreciate her body in the light of day. She moved her hand up to her breast, casually massaging it, teasing and stroking the nipple while she watched him. His expression became more lustful once he caught sight of what she was doing to herself and he stopped what he was doing.
“Problem?” she inquired, lifting an eyebrow coquettishly, all the while continuing to palm and squeeze her breast.
He shook his head slowly. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
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