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As my fingers hinged at the top of her underwear, I was rewarded with another small tremble. I’d need to remember that spot. I slipped her underwear down until she could step out of them. Then I dragged my hand up her inner leg, my fingers taking their time on her soft silken flesh. They reached the spot between her legs. Warm. Wet. I groaned. My dick needed to be inside. My tongue wanted to taste it.

I slid a finger along the wet folds and pushed it in. Jasmine grabbed hold of my shoulders. I repeated the action. Her fingers tightened and a small moan escaped.

I moved her to the bed. Two fingers this time. She moaned louder. My dick throbbed harder. She responded to my every touch like I was wielding some kind of magic—pressing against me with a moan or shiver.

I pushed her down onto the bed and manoeuvred her higher then lowered myself to my knees. My fingers went back to giving her pleasure. She had been timid days ago, scared, but not now, now there was trust and desire. Lightness spread through me knowing I’d helped her get here.

She opened her legs wider, baring herself to me. I slid my tongue up from her entrance to her clit. She tasted divine. Fuck restraint. I licked and sucked, taking in every last drop she would give me.

Her hips rose and she cried out my name. She was so close. But still holding back. I circled her entrance with my tongue. A drawn-out moan. Louder. Every moan settled in my stomach, expanding, reaching my groin. Fuck, I wanted her like I’d never wanted someone in my life.

I returned to her clit. Jasmine grabbed hold of my hair. Her legs trembled. She held tight, and I worked her a little bit more. I wanted to make her tip over the edge. She screamed out my name. Her whole body shook, the vibrations urged me on. I kept going until she let go of my hair and lay wasted before me.

My breath was coming hard and fast. I’d just done that. She’d just done that. I stood up and looked down at myself. I was still clothed. My dick couldn’t care less as it throbbed in my shorts. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Jasmine’s eyes were half closed as she looked up at me.

Time to awaken her again. I went to the bedside drawers and got a condom.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Jasmine

Never. Nothing. What? I’d never experienced anything like that. That... what he did, what he made my body do. Everything inside me had surged, like erratic eddies moving in every direction.

Ethan gave me a small smile as he undressed himself. My eyes were drawn to his fingers rolling the condom on. My heart rate sped up. I’d never been so excited about having sex in my whole life. If what just happened was anything to go by, this wouldn’t only be about him getting his rocks off. Was I being selfish? I shouldn’t be thinking just about myself.

Ethan approached the bed never taking his eyes off me. My stomach squeezed. I shuffled up the bed. He kneeled on it and kissed my stomach, my chest, my neck. Then he reached my lips, and I could feel the smile on his as he kissed me lightly.

“Lucky the kids aren’t home. Your screams would have woken them up.”

A soft laugh escaped my lips. I’d lost control and it was amazing. “That was a new experience for me.”

“Mmm.”

He captured my lips and kissed me hard and deep. Every part of me responded. I yearned for him.

Ethan pulled his lips away and raised himself onto his elbows. “OK?”

I nodded.

He guided himself in. I grabbed onto his shoulders as I stretched around him and he moved inside me. I’d done that earlier when I’d lost control. I blushed. I wanted to let go of him, to have some sense of composure, but his rhythm and size had me hanging on tight.

He slowed down. I searched his face as he let out a little huff. He slowed further.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Need to slow down a bit. I don’t want you to think I’m a one-trick pony.”

I ran my thumb over his lips and then followed with a kiss where I tugged at his bottom lip. “I don’t care how many tricks you have if they all feel as good as this.”

He pumped inside me. “As good as this?”

I sighed. “Yes.”

His rhythm picked up again. In. Out. In. Out. Hitting some magical spot each time. My fingers dug into his back. I met him thrust for thrust. He lowered his head, and his ragged breathing caressed my neck.

“Fuck... you…feel... so good,” he grunted.

He groaned stroke after stroke. Each thrust moved me higher up the bed until he anchored me there. With every movement, his groin rubbed against my clit. Holy shit. Heat spread through my body. I cried out. Spasm after spasm around his dick.

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