I resisted. I didn’t want to possess or be possessed.
An empty life, but without pain.
She didn’t care in the slightest about my indifference. She only grew more beautiful and tempting by the day.
It would be easy to say I couldn’t resist, but the truth is I didn’t want to resist, because wanting her is worth any risk.
The bathroom door opens, but she doesn’t come to me right away.
I left the bedroom dim, only the bedside lamp on, because I sense she’ll be shy at first.
She stands a few steps away, watching me. It’s the first time she’s seen me bare-chested, and her face is a mix of curiosity and desire.
God, she’s transparent. Jazmina can’t hide her arousal.
Neither can I, because my eyes devour every inch of exposed skin beneath the short, white, silk nightgown.
I spread my legs and extend my hand to her.
She walks slowly, seeming unsure, but still swaying her hips.
Sexy. Fiery. Delicious.
Watching her is almost foreplay. Without even touching her yet, my cock reacts to the sight of the innocent goddess.
When she stops in front of me, I notice that at the height of her breasts the fabric is sheer, letting me see her hardened nipples.
I grab her by the waist and almost manage to close my hands all the way around it. That part of her body always drives me insane, a contrast to her wide hips.
At my first touch, her breathing turns loud.
She holds my face and takes the initiative to kiss me, but not on the mouth.
In a slow torture, I feel her lips on my forehead, my eyes, my jaw, until she finally gives herself over to a deep kiss—teeth, tongues, lust.
I pull her toward me, making her straddle me, facing me. When her chest presses against mine, I could swear I hear her heart pounding.
Our mouths won’t part. Any separation, any distance, is painful. Our lips are starving, desperate for contact.
I’m dying of hunger for her and need to taste her whole body. Nothing will be neglected, but for now, I content myself with her hot mouth.
She lowers herself, settling onto my cock, and I slide my hand from her waist to her ass.
I slip one strap of the nightgown down and bite her skin.
Jazmina lets out a long moan, and all the restraint I was working so hard to maintain is lost.
“I want you naked,” I demand, already off script, any plans to take it slow forgotten.
I expected I’d have to undress her, but I nearly die when I see her pull the nightgown over her head.
I lie back on the bed and pull her down to sit on top of me, gripping both breasts. My hands cup the full mounds, thumbs playing with the stiff peaks.
She grabs my wrists, maybe torn between asking me to stop and begging for more. In the end, arousal wins and my virgin surrenders—arms relaxing, giving herself over for me to do whatever I want.
Her skin is hot, almost feverish, and she sways, straddling my legs.
I switch our positions, but before fitting myself between her smooth thighs, I strip off my boxer briefs.