Page 47 of Pleasure Games

Holy...fuck. She lifted her hips toward this imaginary lover. Needing...

“But you are his captive. His prisoner to torture and tease. He nudges your swollen clit with the tip of his tongue before moving on, enjoying the sound of your muffled cries of frustration.”

Jasmine grunted.

“He drags his fingers up from your hips, past your belly, clutching your sides so he can lean down and play inside the sweet indent of your navel. Your hips strain beneath him, your pussy jealous of the way he licks your belly and of the attention he gives to your breasts, pinching your pretty nipples, preparing them for his mouth.”

Oh, God, oh, God...

“Slowly he continues in an upward direction, kissing and licking your sides, your rib cage beneath your breasts, circling round and round until he finds a nipple made taut by his fingers.”

Her breasts ached as if they had been fondled, but not hard enough...

“No touching. Put your hands back up over your head, Jasmine, or I won’t finish.”

Dammit. She hadn’t even noticed she’d done that, but her breasts were so sensitive, so needy.

“He sucks on one nipple and then the other. He sucks hard and you cry out. While he does that, he places a knee between your parted thighs and grinds back and forth across your swollen cunt.”

That word. No one had ever used that word with her before. She hadn’t thought she liked it, but...now? Now her pussy wept at the carnal image the word painted.

“You’re so fucking wet, you’re staining the knee of his jeans with your arousal.”

Jasmine gasped; her pussy throbbed.

“The man slides to the side so that he is propped beside you, gazing down at your perfect body, caressing you with his gaze before giving in to the need to touch, following the cords down your neck to your collarbones and your breasts, barely skimming his fingers over your skin, leaving gooseflesh in his wake.

“He plays with you, draws circles and patterns across your breasts and abdomen before finally hovering just above your mound. You lift your head, as if to see. Needing to watch when he finally buries his fingers inside of you. But the blindfold prohibits it and you moan with frustration.”

With her eyes closed, Jasmine enacted his words, lifting her head off the bed as if unable to see her lover lying between her legs.

“He needs to taste you. He’s longed to suck the sweet honey from your pretty pussy lips, so swollen and rosy with desire.”

A soft whine formed at the back of her throat as a tingling sensation that simultaneously started at the tips of her fingers and toes rushed through her limbs to coalesce low in her belly.

“He spreads you even wider, holding you open with his thumbs and then leans in for a taste. Lapping along your slit, sucking on you and fucking you with his tongue...”

Oh, shit...oh, shit...

The tingling, throbbing mass swirling in her abdomen exploded, tugging on all her parts until Jasmine swore she’d disintegrate. Crying out, she clutched at her throbbing crotch with both hands in an unsuccessful attempt to quell the orgasm raging through her.

“That’s it, Jasmine. Come for me.”

Her eyes popped open.

She was lying on the bed, legs splayed, still wearing her bra and panties. Luca stood over her, his cock in his hand, stroking.

“Did you like it?” he asked, his voice gruff.

“Yes,” she managed, keeping one hand clamped between her legs and reaching for him with her other hand.

He stepped closer and let her cover his hand with hers.

“I’m going to come on your belly. Is that okay?”

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

He grunted. Placed a knee on the edge of the bed and pumped his cock like a piston. Jasmine could barely keep up with the pace. But she knew he was close by the sounds he was making and by the pained expression that flicked over his features.

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