Page 51 of False Confidence

Liam was staring at her, his eyes brighter than any emerald she’d ever seen, a mix of shock and pride on his face. “Jasmine,” he said, panting and enclosing her face in his hands. “You fucking did it, darling.”

He pressed his lips to hers, grinning from ear to ear through the kiss. But when Liam started to pull away, trying to alleviate his weight from her, Jazz held him close to her, buried her face against his neck, and sobbed.

He was so fucking proud of her. Liam held Jasmine in his arms, brushing and kissing her tears away, just letting her let it all out. He could feel the exhaustion in her body, her grip on him weak, but she refused to let go, as if she was worried he was going to pull away. Like he even could.

With his chest pressed against hers, he could feel her heart racing, then slowly calming as she cried it out. “You’re okay, darling. I’ve got you.”

When her cries softened into sniffles, and she seemed a little steadier, Liam tried to pull away, but she clung to him. “No. I don’t want to let you go yet,” she murmured sleepily, and, though Liam wanted nothing more than to fall asleep exactly like this—still inside her, cum leaking all over them both, panting and spent—she needed water, at the very least.

He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. “Let me take care of you first. We’ll get ready for bed, and then I’m going to hold you all night.”

“But I want to fall asleep with you inside me,” she grumbled, and, though it took Liam’s brain a second to register the words, his cock picked up on them right away. Had he ever been hard again this quickly? Jesus.

Jasmine must have felt him, because she suddenly perked up, but, as much as Liam was already ready for round two (and three and four and beyond), they needed to rest.

“I promise we can still do that,” he said, with one last kiss to her nose before pulling out. “But we need to get ready for bed first.” Jasmine sighed and pouted, but didn’t protest. She was so fucking cute.

His muscles protested as he climbed off the bed. He grabbed a warm washcloth from the bathroom and a glass of water, which he handed to Jasmine first, making sure she drank some, before turning his attention to the mess they’d made. Liam willed his cock to calm down as he took in the sight of Jasmine glistening with his cum. He took a deep breath and focused on the plug.

She whimpered when he tugged gently on it. “Deep breath,” he instructed, and he heard her taking a big gulp of air as he slid the plug from her. He cleaned her up with the washcloth and she hummed in thanks, taking small sips of the water. When he was done, he rinsed the cloth and plug in the sink, tossing the cloth in the laundry basket and setting the plug aside to clean properly tomorrow.

As turned on as he was, sleep dragged him down. The temptation to just climb into bed and fall asleep beside Jasmine was strong, but they were too old not to know better. He knew he’d regret it if he didn’t drink some water and take his vitamins before bed.

“You go get ready in the bathroom first,” he said, offering a hand to Jasmine, who reluctantly took it and sat up. She looked dazed as he helped her to the bathroom, and who could blame her? Liam was floored after just a few weeks without coming. Ten years? He was surprised she could stand.

Jasmine was always beautiful, especially in the quiet moments she wasn’t trying to be anything but herself; first thing in the morning, before he brought her coffee in bed, when she had sheet marks on her skin and her hair was chaos; when she took the first bite of something she loved, usually involving chocolate, and a flash of bliss crossed her face; when they were just lying on the couch together and she really relaxed into the moment.

But Jasmine post-orgasm was effervescent, and Liam was well on the road to getting hooked on making that happen. Perhaps he already was.

While Jasmine was in the bathroom, he stripped the ruined blanket from the bed and tossed it in the closet to deal with later. He wasn’t entirely sure it was cleanable, but he’d give it a shot. He usually put a waterproof blanket on the bed, but he hadn’t been expecting that.

He filled Jasmine’s water tumbler and got a glass for himself, before turning off all the lights and making it back to the bedroom just in time for her to walk out of the bathroom, rubbing her eyes. She got settled in bed while he sped through his nighttime routine: teeth, vitamins, mustache oil, and moisturizer, so he didn’t wake up with a face that felt like sandpaper.

He half expected her to be asleep when he finished, but Jasmine was sitting up, squinting at her phone screen. “What are you doing?” he asked, climbing in beside her.

“Booking a yoga class for the morning. I can already tell my muscles are going to be screaming. You want to come?”

Liam winced. “Definitely not. I can’t imagine you still being attracted to me after witnessing me trying to do yoga.” Jasmine snorted as she booked her class and set her phone aside. “Why yoga? Wouldn’t a massage be better for your muscles?”

“I like yoga,” Jasmine said with a shrug and a yawn. “And I don’t want anyone else’s hands on me but yours.”

Before Liam even had time to blink at her words, she lay down, tugging the covers up over her naked body, hiding after saying something vulnerable. Liam lay down beside her, pulling her back against her chest and pressing a kiss to her neck. He didn’t address her comment, but it sank into him, nestling nicely alongside his heart.

“Jasmine.”

“Hmm?”

“I know you hate it, but can I have a free pass to say something praise-adjacent?”

She snorted, wiggling her ass against him. “Just this once, but I believe you made me a promise first.”

“A promise is a promise.” Liam tugged her closer and slid his cock inside her. She whimpered, her head dropping back against him, her pussy hugging his cock. “I assume asking if you’re going to behave is a waste of time?” he murmured in her ear and she shivered as his breath tickled her ear.

She squeezed around him, and he sucked in a breath. “Aww, are you worried you can’t handle me?”

He ran a thumb down her throat before wrapping his fingers around her neck and applying light pressure. She moaned, her breaths picking up. “I think I’ve more than proven I can handle your bratty ass, darling. Now behave and let me be nice to you for a second, for fuck’s sake.”

“Fine,” she grumbled, but a smile fell across her face. Liam leaned in and kissed the very corner of her mouth as he released her throat.

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