Page 12 of True Soil-Mates

“I need to taste you,” he murmurs before consuming my mouth again as his tongue slides against mine. It feels like he’s starving for me, for my touch, for my essence. “You feel so good,” he mutters in between kisses, nibbling along my bottom lip. “My delicious sweet, earthy girl.”

He lays me back on the couch, propping me up with a cushion. Then his thumbs trace the crease at the top of my thighs before slowly moving inward. My breath catches as he leans forward, licking a slow line as he discovers every pulse point.

Although I’m still getting to know Alex, it’s clear he’s a stickler for details, and has studied anatomy. But he’s also studying me – every gasp, every whimper. Every time my fingerstighten on his shoulders, or my breath almost stops for several heartbeats.

As his tongue drags along my seam, I feel like I’m sinking deeper into the couch. Falling deeper into his world. Deeper in… Is this love? It’s probably too soon for that, but I think the seeds have been planted. It’s just a matter of time.

For once…and I’m glad when I notice it…Alex is happy to become messy. His mouth is shiny with my arousal as he uses his tongue and fingers to explore every fold, every sensitive spot.

“Mmm…delicious,” he murmurs, the vibration against my clit ratcheting everything up several notches.

I’m about to have the orgasm of a lifetime right here in my new client’s living room, all the while desperately hoping that he is the man I truly belong with.

What an evening.

8

ALEX

I’ve always kept people at arm’s length – there’s never been a reason to get close with anyone, because I’ve never felt a connection like this.

Jasmine is different. With her, I can’t possibly get close enough. I want to wrap her in my arms and never let her go.

I don’t believe there’s any way to get closer to her than in this moment, dragging my tongue slowly through her folds. Listening to every uneven breath, every squeak of the couch as her hips rock.

She smells so sweet, yet there’s an earthy note underneath that I love. Jasmine is real. There’s a natural goodness about her that has been driving me wild from the second we met. I’ve never felt so alive.

And fuck, I’ve never been so brutally, achingly hard.

Her head falls back as I grip her firm ass with one hand, yanking her closer. I think she likes it when I manhandle her, pinning her down with my other hand as my thumb works gently inside her.

I can feel her snug pussy gripping me, demanding more. Finally I stop teasing, lapping up her salty-sweet juices andusing them to coat her clit. I circle it gently, watching as she props herself up on her elbows.

“Alex?” Her voice is thready. Weak.Good.That means she’s as overwhelmed as I am.

“Yeah, gorgeous?” I trail my tongue slowly around her button again, then straight across it, applying a touch more pressure.

Her fingers latch onto the back of my head. “I – oh –there,” she gasps. “Right there… Please…”

A surge of fire floods my nervous system. Purpose. I now exist purely to bring Jasmine pleasure. Satisfaction. Comfort. Everything she could ever want or need.

She was so instinctive when she was working on my shoulders. She saw that my body was tight and did everything she could to loosen me up. I’ve never felt such a caring touch in my life. Now it’s my turn to make her feel incredible.

I hum in agreement, the vibrations clearly having the desired effect. Her chest heaves, her nipples tightening as her breasts rise and fall. She’s so hot. I’m going to be thinking about this moment for averylong time.

When her lovely eyes meet mine, a breathless, shaky moan escapes her throat. I continue lapping steadily, keeping up the pace, feeling her sensitive flesh warm and expand.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that we’re moving too fast and maybe this is a bad idea. I don’t care. I’ve never felt so alive, been so consumed by anything before.

Her back arches slightly, fingernails pricking my scalp as she stops breathing for several long, drawn-out seconds. Then she gasps, the climax shaking her from within. My thumb sinks deeper, reveling in the sensation of her channel sucking me in, her body flushed and trembling in pleasure. Pleasure I’ve given her.

When she stops shaking, I pull her into my lap, flipping her skirt down and pulling her top back up. “Good idea,” she murmurs. “Don’t want to mess up your couch.”

“Huh?” I look, but there’s no wet spot. Even if there was, I wouldn’t care right now. “I just need to hold you, angel.”

Jasmine clings to me, breasts still heaving with her ragged breath. “You are so unbelievably, sexy,” I murmur, stroking her arm, snuggling her hip tight against me. “I’d love to hold you all night long.”

She looks up at me through her thick lashes, fluttering them slightly. My lips brush her ear as I release a soft growl. “You have no idea what it does to me when you do that, Jasmine.”

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