Page 30 of He Loves Me Lots

Happier still when she shudders a breath, and I feel her hands resting on my forearms.

“You’re not a slow mover… are ya?” she asks, blushing and looking down at her feet.

“Not when I know what I want,” I answer instantly.

“And what do you want, exactly?” she asks after chewing at her lip and looking up at me.

“I think you know. But here’s a refresher course…”

Leaning down to kiss her again, I slide my arms around her, and feeling hers hook around my neck, it’s like springing a steel trap. Our bodies are closer than ever, locking tight before I lift her right off the ground, making her squeak.

Her legs instinctively wrap around me, and I shift one hand to grab some of that fine behind I’ve been dreaming of for what feels like forever.

She mews and shudders again, receptive to my every touch. She hums a low groan of her own when I start to press my aching stiffness into the heat between her legs.

I groan louder, turning to make my way to the nearest soft surface to set her down on. I could hold her like this all day and all night… until the end of time.

The tour of the place consists of me turning and making my way to one of the huge white leather sofas finally earning their keep after all these years. Like most other surfaces in the place, they’re sure to get a workout if Jasmine’s as ready as she feels.

“James… James,” Jasmine gasps between my mouth over hers. Her voice gets shrill as my roaming hands discover her full chest.

“Hmmm?” I ask, shifting my attention just long enough to cock my brow in question.

I figure question time can wait until after show-and-tell, but I don’t mind.

“I’ve just… I mean… I’ve never…,” she wheezes, suddenly stiffening in my arms and then relaxing into a deep purr.

My own low growl joins in as my shins feel for the edge of the couch, easing her down gently as I get on my knees in front of her. No second prizes for guessing what I want to do next.

But hearing her say my name again, I give her my full attention. “What is it?” I murmur.

Half guessing her answer already, but knowing I couldn’t be that lucky… I mean, finding her is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. There’s no way she’d be…

“A virgin, James,” she says with some force, focusing her energy on her words just long enough to get them out before she swoons backward, moaning with a mix of frustration and even a little annoyance.

I slow down, but just enough to keep her little honey pot simmering. My hands look huge as they move slowly over every inch of her I can access, gravitating to her chest and squeezing her ample breasts, not even wanting to say anything in reply. It seems like a sore point with her, and gripping my forearms again, she asks if I heard what she said.

By now, I’ve already moved my attention to those track pants of hers, thanking the gods silently for two things: making her pure and giving her pants that I can just slide off.

“James?” she asks, looking like she needs some reassurance.

“It… it doesn’t bother you?” she asks. “I mean… I’m a lousy kisser, so I…,” she tries to say, but my thick fingers pressing her sodden mound through her sweats give her my thoughts on the matter.

“I told you already,” I croon. “There’s only one flower I want, and it’s called Jasmine,” I remind her.

Watching her expression shift toawwbefore it becomes anooohagain. Her eyes are wide, and her tiny mouth opens and closes before she surrenders to it. This feeling we both share inside. This feeling I’m about to showherinside.

She swears and then grunts loudly, already starting to buck hard from my hand against her sex, making me wish I had more hands, more arms.

Her own hands run over my neck and chest as she yields to her own arousal.

Suddenly she lifts herself enough so I can slide her pants off, gasping another moan when I take half her panties down with them, making me groan in disbelief. I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect. Her smooth, creamy skin. Her thick thighs. Those magic hips look like they were made for my hands. Her whole body is like a playground I need to explore, but it’s that sweet, virgin flower of hers that arrests my attention.

I watch her tense when I seize her panties hard—feeling her relax when we both hear the flimsy elastic tear under my grip.

Her hands automatically shift up to my face and then my head, gripping my hair hard as she pulls down. Not needing to, but guiding me where we both need me to be right now.

Breathing her in for a moment that I know I’ll never forget, I watch up close as my fingers part her pussy lips. The sheen of her essence is like a glass I want to drink from forever. Her already quivering little sex, winking at me, begging me to help her out of more than just sweatpants.

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