Page 21 of True Soil-Mates

A weak cry escapes my lips as Alex crowds me into the corner of the large shower stall so that most of the spray now misses me as he drops to his knees. I steady myself against the glass wall when he flings my leg over his shoulder.

Oh, my…My body turns to jelly as he devours my pussy. This is so wildly intimate. I’ve never been so close to another person before, and it’s shocking how much I’ve craved it.

I love the way Alex is teaching me to be more in tune with my emotions, my needs, my feelings…and, right now, my body. Everything is searing into my memory, my subconscious already knowing that I’ll want to recall every second of this experience.

His eyes blaze, like he’s drunk on the idea he’s giving me so much pleasure. Making me moan, triggering twitches and shudders all the way through me. My ability to think has flown out the window as his huge hands grasp my hip bones, holding me steady.

Alex keeps me pinned with his left hand, his right fingers dancing across my slick pussy. “I love how wet you are,” he murmurs against my skin, the vibration lighting me up from the inside.

He’s already an expert at working my body, analyzing every single data point until my eyes can’t focus. He doubles down, licking faster, his fingers working inside me, his gaze locked on mine. If he wasn’t holding me so tightly, I’d be sliding down the shower wall.

The climax roars through me, my shaking body weak as I gasp and twist, helpless and strong and…fiery.Alex makes me feel fiery. That’s a first.

As soon as my trembling slows down, he straightens up and turns the water off. He bundles me into a bath sheet, then wraps another one around his waist before scooping me up.

It’s toasty warm in his bedroom by now, and he briskly dries me off, then tucks me into bed, pulls the towels away, and flings them over a chair.

Why does it feel so natural to be naked with him? It’s strangely beautiful. I pull him against me until I’m surrounded by him. He’s so big that he’s everywhere. And the weight of his thick, hard cock against my hip nearly takes my breath away.

“Tell me what you want, gorgeous.” His breath is a bit unsteady, like mine.

“You. All of you.” I’m not sure what else to say, so I just grab the back of his muscular thighs, spreading my legs as I pull him on top of me.

I can feel his pent-up tension in every movement, but he doesn’t rush as he moves over me, settling into position. When his shaft drops between my thighs, he seems to ignore it.

The heat in his next kiss feels possessive. And as I feel his skin brush lightly against mine, I know that he is about to make me his, just as soon as we can both find our breath.

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ALEX

This is love. Lust. Longing.

It’s also confirmation, even though we haven’t said it out loud yet.

Jasmine is the one. She’s my person.

I’ve never laughed with anyone like this. Never unclenched and de-stressed with anyone like this. I genuinely feel like a better version of myself. Jasmine has upgraded me to Alex 2.0, but I can’t tell her that right now or I might laugh, and don’t want her to think that I’m not totally focused on this incredible moment.

Knowing that Jasmine wants me fills me with more pride than any of my company’s technical awards. Any of my other accomplishments. She has transformed me from a bundle of stress to a man with a purpose.

Her soft, curvy body moves underneath mine as I kiss her with my entire soul. Our lips feel overheated, but I can’t slow down. Not when this surge of raw need is overtaking us both.

Jasmine’s always filled with life and color, but now her deep blue eyes and pink flushed cheeks make her look like one of those centuries-old paintings of an Earth goddess.

My cock is so hard I can feel my pulse thumping in it as I drag it against her wet skin. She’s not just damp from the shower. She’s wet again, every brush against her clit making her a bit readier.

My palm caresses her breast as she adjusts slightly under me, her knees bending so she can wrap her legs around my hips. I love how excited she is. How eager. But I need to hear her say it one more time.

My thumb brushes firmly across her nipple, making her shudder. My other hand skims down her stomach, caressing gently until I fist my length, dragging the head across her sensitive wet skin.

“What was it you wanted again?”

“For such a technical genius guy, you have a really crappy memory right now, buddy.”

“I just want to hear you say it. Maybe a million times.”

Her hands cup my face. “I want you,” Jasmine whispers, squeezing me gently with her thighs to illustrate her point. “If you want me to beg?—”

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