Page 13 of True Soil-Mates

Her giggle is adorable. “I could stay tonight, sure. But… There’s something I’ve always wanted to try. You run a lot of experiments, right?” Her thigh brushes straight across my erection, aching for her touch. “May I run an experiment of my own with you?”

“Anything you want, gorgeous.”

A split second later, I’ve been rolled onto my back and she’s unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way. Her eyes widen as she spreads it open, staring at my chest. “You seriously donotlook like a lab technician,” she mutters.

“It’s all about efficiency. If I’m in top physical shape, then I have the stamina to work fourteen-hour days for two weeks at a stretch when necessary.”

Jasmine’s mouth twists. “I hope you don’t have to do that very often.”

“Only once or twice a year.”

I blink in surprise when I realize she’s already unfastened my belt and hitched my pants down several inches. I lift my hips to help her as she curls beside me, getting comfortable. Can she tell how desperate I am for her to touch me? I’m already on theedge. Honestly, I could come just from watching her stare at me, licking her lips like that.

She reaches out with her right hand, slowly stroking my cock all the way from base to tip. A shudder runs through me at her intimate touch. Also, at the idea that I’m the first man she’s ever touched. It’s obvious from how cautious she is.

“You won’t hurt me,” I mutter, trying to keep the gravel out of my voice. The sweeter Jasmine is, the more I feel like I’m turning into a savage beast, and I’m not sure how she feels about that. “Go for it.”

“Like this?” Using both hands, she strokes more firmly, instinctively knowing to touch as much skin as possible.

“Yeah,” I grunt, my thighs tensing. I’m about to embarrass myself by coming way too fast, but I’m not sure how much I mind.

She stares at me, then her head tilts as her gaze skims all around my body.

“Something wrong, gorgeous?”

“You’re…big,” she states. “Even in proportion to your size.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Not at all.” Her eyes sparkle. “I just hope you don’t expect me to get the entire thing in my mouth.”

My blood turns to fire. “I don’t expect anything, but—” My words cut off instantly as I go dead silent.

Jasmine’s perfect lips are circling the head of my cock, working up and down in time with her hands. She looks up at me, her eyes smiling as her mouth stretches around my thickness. She’s reading me, just like I did with her. Analyzing my reactions. Noticing my body language.

“Jasmine,” I choke, one hand stroking her back, the other in her hair. My hips tilt, not quite thrusting into her mouth. Okay, maybe just a bit.

There’s a wonderfully filthy look in her eye as she winks, then sucks harder, her soft hands squeezing my flesh, commanding my body and making me utterly powerless. I love giving myself to her. Love when she takes control. I love…oh my God…

I’m falling in love with Jasmine. So hard.

“You don’t have to swallow,” I manage to choke, “but you do have to decide fast.”

Her hands and mouth tighten, working harder, faster, until I can’t stop myself from moving with her, pumping between her petal-soft lips as I explode down her throat with a raw, strangled noise.

Collapsing back against the rug, I watch in disbelief as Jasmine swallows, then delicately wipes her mouth with the back of her hand while laughing. She snuggles against my side, waiting patiently as my focus returns.

“That was…” I groan. “Brain can’t word.”

Jasmine laughs. “I get it. Wording time is officially over.”

“Yeah.” I could fall asleep right here on the rug, except I’d never want Jasmine to be uncomfortable.

I sit up slowly, pulling her with me. “I’ll find you something to sleep in.” My palm drifts along her shoulder, then takes a detour to caress her breast. “Maybe something cozy, but baggy enough that I can accidentally snuggle you in my sleep.”

“Sounds good.”

“I have some new toothbrushes. Mouthwash. The works.”

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