Page 22 of Five Goodbyes

“Now that you mention it. I do need a shower,” she says as she hops off me, and the bed.

I’m instantly regretting my questions because I’m already missing the weight of her body on mine. My eyes follow her as she walks into her bathroom, and as I’m about to plop myself down onto the bed, I hear her voice call out. “Well, are you going to join me?”

If there’s a person who can move faster than me when Jasmine asks this question, I’d like to meet them. The silky words are an aphrodisiac in themselves, but the instant visual of Jasmine in the shower waiting for me takes my nerves to a level unmatched by any drug that can be found.

My clothes are off before I step through the bathroom door, and the sight of Jasmine in all of her naked glory with water running over her sleek curves has my arousal at full mast. I step into the steamy shower and push her up against the wall as I finally take her lips.

There is no more talking as I kiss her hard while blindly reaching behind her to the wall where I fill my hand with soap. I take my time smoothing it over her sweet curves. She rubs against me, her body cleaning mine as our passion grows hotter.

The hot spray washes away the soap as Jasmine’s fingers curl in my hair and pull hard. I groan as my hands move to her backside and I lift her, slamming both of us against the wall. She lets out a passionate cry as I thrust forward, fully seating myself within her hot folds.

Jasmine leans forward and bites my lip as I squeeze her hips, and thrust harder and harder until both of our cries echo off the shower walls . . . our desire temporarily sated. I loosen my grip, and she slides down my body, then gently grips my neck.

“Now, this is the way to start the morning,” she says with a wicked smile.

“I couldn’t agree more,” I tell her.

“I bet all of your stress over my family is long gone.”

“Well, it was until you said that.” I give her as much of a glare as I can muster. She laughs, turns, slaps me hard on the butt, then walks from the shower, a trail of water left in her wake. I stand beneath the spray a bit longer as I sigh. Damn this woman takes me on a rollercoaster ride that has so many twists, turns, loops, and drop offs, I might never find my stomach again . . . and I love it.

Our workout in the shower might just be enough to satisfy me for the day, but I don’t know. By the time I climb out, I find her dry . . . but still naked. I love that she’s so confident in her nudity. She’s gorgeous and while she might not be egotistical about it, she is sure in who she is.

She bends as I stare at her to glance in the mirror and my arousal comes back with the force of a tornado. I don’t hesitate before moving forward and grabbing her fine ass. I meet her gaze in the mirror as I position myself, then slam home. Her lips form in a perfect o that has me thrusting fast.

Not only does this woman want me as much as I want her, but it gets better and better with each passing day . . . hell, with each passing hour. I pound so hard, her feet lift off the ground as I grip her hips and she grips the counter with all she has, her cries of pleasure feeding my desire.

This time our lovemaking lasts longer and we’re both sweaty and hot by the time we once again find our releases. I let her go, and she slides to the floor, looking up at me with a grin on her pink lips, her flushed cheeks needing no makeup.

“I can’t stand,” she says with a giggle.

I smile down at her, feeling quite smug I’ve literally turned her legs to putty. She laughs harder at my expression. “Don’t get too cocky, I’ve turned your knees to Jello a few times myself.”

Now, it’s my turn to laugh. “I’m too tired to get all macho,” I tell her as I hold out my hand to help her up.

“Ah, what’s the matter little boy, can’t keep up?”

I spit out laughter. “Little boy?” I say in horror before reaching down and gripping my somewhat still aroused, and very opposite of little, dick. Her eyes go straight to it, and I twitch, feeling pretty damn grateful I desire her so much.

“Unless you want my parents to get in early and take a cab here to find us in this position, I’d suggest you back off,” she warns. “But I’m game if you are.”

Her words instantly take away my remaining desire, and I let myself go and take a step away from this far too enticing woman while holding my hands in the air in surrender.

“You win, I’m out,” I say. I quickly turn and practically run from the room, not even caring that she’s laughing at my back. I’m far more afraid of her family than I am of my own pride. It’s time to meet the family . . . as her boyfriend. I have a feeling this is going to be a less than pleasant experience. I’m strong enough to handle it, though, that I’m sure of.

I get dressed and Jasmine’s ready in record time. We rush from her condo and hop into the vehicle. Neither of us have spoken since we left. I think our brains are in sex comas. I jump a little when she finally does speak up as we sit in her SUV, moving along the freeway to the airport.

“You okay?”

“Oh, yes, I’m more than okay. I am still trying to catch my breath, though. Have I told you lately how amazing you are?” I say.

The smile she gives me gets my heart racing, and I quickly turn to concentrate on the road. It must be a survival mechanism because I never want to stop looking at her. My entire system has to know what will happen if I don’t stop though, and is trying to ensure I don’t end up killing myself by having continual blood pumped to my dick rather than the rest of my body.

I wasn’t raised in a traditional home, and I definitely didn’t see the prototypical family dynamic we all think of when picturing the perfect family. Though, how many people actually have a so-called perfect family?

That said, I do have standards I believe should be adhered to when meeting the parents of a girl I’m dating. Though, as of about a week ago, Jasmine and I are well beyond the status of boyfriend and girlfriend. Holy hell, I’m still thinking of her as my girlfriend, but she’s actually my fiancé. I tell myself it’s not official until I speak with her father, though, so maybe I should think of her as my girlfriend, and nothing more. I’m so damn confused.

We arrive at the private airport and Jasmine parks the vehicle. One of my most sacred standards is that I’m not handsy and wrapped up on my girl as her mom and dad are around. I even feel off if we’re holding hands when meeting them for the first time, so as Jasmine grabs my hand as we walk into the lobby she feels me tense.

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