Chapter 19 18+: solar and wine 2 (Jason and Jasmine)

(Pov Jason)

Jasmine was pressed into him, leaning in with all her weight as she kissed him. He barely got a chance to breathe. It had started out softer; now it was anything but. It felt amazing, and he tried his best to reciprocate. At one point, her hand had slipped under his shirt and gently pinned him in place. He probably couldn't move if he wanted to. Her skirt had ridden up, and it was only the angle and his own body that stopped him from seeing far more than he did.

He gasped for air as her attention turned back to his neck and collarbone. Every little kiss left a warm tingling sensation on his skin. Her hair tickled his collarbone as her gentle lips lingered, pulling at the skin. Her hot breath against his skin combined with the sucking sensation sent a shiver down his back.

As he opened his eyes, he was met by Jasmine's deep crimson eyes. They were quite frankly a little unsettling, but in a way he liked. “Just say so if you want me to stop. Okay, baby?” Her voice was husky, filled with desire. She had at one point opened more buttons on her blouse, and he currently had a far better view of her cleavage than he had ever had before. A drop of sweat ran down her chest, disappearing into the oh-so-inviting, warm, and soft… He had been hard already; there was no way he couldn't be with her pushed so into him, their chests pushed together. Her lips kissing him like he was air to a drowning man at some point. At this point, he was fairly certain his dick was hard enough to cut diamond.

A breath he didn't know he had been holding escaped his lungs. She wanted him, and not just as food. Jesus Christ.

“Fuck me?” It came out less sure than he had wanted. He certainly hadn't intended it as a question.

Her eyes lit up, almost literally, a wide smug grin spreading across her face. “Oh baby, I might need a clearer statement than that. I am not really sure what you mean.” Her hand moved lower, caressing his cock through his pants, in what was certainly an accident that somehow led to her entire hand being on it, before it started caressing his inner thigh. She had somehow managed to reposition his dick into a straighter line when she moved her hand down, and after having briefly touched his thigh, she lifted herself placing herself so that she was placing some amount of pressure on his crotch. “I am not sure what you mean, darling. Can you state it clearly for me?” Jasmine started grinding herself against him. It was easy to forget that Jasmine was fairly tall, and with where she was currently seated, her head was far above his.

Jason moaned as she dry-humped him on the sofa, only a little fabric separating them. Quite frankly, the sensation made focusing a little difficult, especially as Jasmine leaned her forehead against his and whispered. “You can do that, can't you, darling. All you have to do is say it.”

“Fuck “-He gasped as Jasmine used a little more force, sending a tingling sensation out in a wave from his crotch. -” me.” It came out weaker than he wanted, but it didn't sound like a question.

She leaned in and kissed him, deeply, her soft lips pushing into his. A small strand of spit still connected their lips for a split second as she sat back up. “Your wish is my command.”

She easily got off, swinging one leg in a wide arch. Clearly not caring about the view she gave him of her black lace panties that were sticking to her pussy. He clearly wasn't the only one who wanted this.

As he was about to get up, his legs were swept up from under him. To say the least, the sound that escaped him was extremely masculine and something one might only expect from 80s actors like Steven Seagal or Sylvester Stallone. His ears were on fire and throbbing, though that wasn't reserved for his ears.

“I can walk, you know.” He was struggling to suppress a smile.

Jasmine winked at him. “Of course you can, sweetie. I just feel like carrying you, because then I can be sure you don't accidentally sprain something before I can gently fuck your brains out so hard you won't remember your own name.”

“Eh… I…” What do I even say to that? He had no idea; it didn't sound bad though.

“That doesn't sound too bad now, does it?”

Before he knew it, he'd been laid down in Jasmine's bed, and she was dragging off his pants with surprising ease. He, of course, wasn't simply watching and was clumsily dragging off his shirt and T-shirt.

As he got his T-shirt over his head, it ruffled his hair on the way off. He was greeted again by Jasmine as she took off her bra. Revealing a pair of tear-shaped breasts, both more than large enough to fill his hands. They were soft-looking with nipples that made a nice contrast against her relatively pale skin.

“Crawl a little further in on the bed, please.”

He did exactly as he was asked. His heart pounding in his chest. Jasmine followed, crawling after him until she was close enough to kiss him. The touch of their lips was gentle, as was Jasmine's hand on his chest, pushing him down on the bed properly. Her hand lingered as she leaned to the side and whispered in his ear. “No need to be nervous, darling. I'll be gentle.”

Her leg swung over his hips, straddling him. His cock lay nested between her warm, moist folds, though not inside them.

Shit. “Wait, Wait.”

She stopped, hand pushing slightly into his chest. Her hair creating a curtain that helped dim the lights around them and framed her face. Those same crimson eyes stared into his, her brows slightly furrowed. “What's wrong?”

“Don't we need protection?”

Jasmine rolled her eyes at that, before she leaned down and started kissing his neck. “It's fine, it's not like I am gonna get pregnant on the first attempt anyways.”

Even to Jason's admittedly hormon-addled mind, almost entirely focused on the sensation of her rubbing up against him, the logic didn't make sense. “I am -” He gasped. “I am not sure that's how it works.”

She kept on kissing his neck, but answered in between the kisses. “Jason, it takes seven years on average for one of mine to get pregnant. I have never heard of anyone managing it without at least a year or two of intensive -” She rubbed her pussy along his dick, sending sparks along his nerves. “- effort. If you get me pregnant on the first try. It's both a record, and I am keeping it.”

She lifted herself up, studying herself with one hand as the other moved his dick so it rested against her entrance. “Now I can go buy a condom, and leave you here like this. Or we can do this now, and if you want me to tomorrow I can take a morning after pill. What do you want?” She gyrated her hips slightly, rubbing the tip of his penis against her, sending a shiver up his spine.

That did sound too bad, did it? He could always pull out or ask her to get off. Hehe, get off. “Yeah, let's just eh… that sounds good.”

His hands grabbed the sheets as Jasmine impaled herself on him. Hot wet velvet surrounded him, applying gentle pressure as the pleasure set his nerves on fire.

Jasmine's back arched as she bottomed out, fully enveloping him. “Fuck.” She gasped.

He had yet to fully recover from the sensation before she started moving again. Slowly at first. The intensity increased slowly, and he could feel her thighs clenching into his hips.

“Hands.” It wasn't a question, and Jason complied, releasing the sheets that, surprisingly, hadn't torn. As his hands moved closer to his chest, she grabbed them both by the wrist with one hand. Pinning them above his head.

Thousands of fantasies and dreams he had never dared tell anyone about, ones he had suspected to take to his death rather than tell any future spouse about, flashed through his mind. A smile was pulling at his lips, a deep crimson spreading across his face. It was quite frankly a little embarrassing. Before he could turn his face away, a hand gently cupped his jaw.

“No, don't do that.” Jason gasped as she sped up. He was close, really close. And something about the almost predatory look in her eyes told him he wasn't the only one who knew that.

As the pressure built, it reached the tipping point, but before the dam was breached, the sensation stopped.

“I… what are you -” Jason whimpered as Jasmine gyrated her hips, scattering his thoughts to the wind.

“There's no need to do that, sweetie. You smell so fucking good right now. I wanna taste you as you cum. Is that ok?” She moved her hips again, pushing him back to the edge of release. “You can cum as soon as you answer. Just nod or shake your head.”

He tried to speak, but Jasmine, having found a way to temporarily render him a drooling idiot, simply repeated the motion every time he tried. He had no idea how long she had kept him on edge like that. It could just as easily be forty seconds as it could be six minutes, though it definitely felt like the latter. She needed an answer. It did really matter which it was.

Jason nodded. Jasmine's hand moved off his wrists, but they remained bound above his head by something soft, almost fluid-like. She placed one hand under his back and lifted him slightly as she leaned down, the other moving to secure his head. Her breath was hot on his neck as she sped up. The pressure was unbearable; his nerve endings were on fire.

He winced slightly as her fangs broke the skin. Quickly replaced by the warmth that spread through his body. The pressure around his cock increased as Jasmine clamped down hard enough for it to almost be uncomfortable, almost.

A raw, involuntary groan ripped itself from his throat as the sensation of release crashed over him. Faintly, he could hear Jasmine moaning into his neck.

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(Pov Jasmine)

Sara had been right; the taste of an orgasm was fantastic. She hadn't planned on doing this, but here she was. It didn't seem like Jason minded. Her fiancé moaned underneath her, pushing into her to the degree he could.

She let go of his neck, licking up the few errant drops of blood running down his neck. She hadn't stopped moving yet, but as Jason's orgasm was almost done, she needed to double-check something. He had got his turn; now it was hers.

“Jason, darling, I am gonna keep going ok?” She asked, as much as she could through her own shortness of breath.

Jason twitched inside her. “Yeah.” He groaned softly.

“Just power through it, honey. You're doing so good for me.” She said as sweetly as she could.

She shifted slightly to get a better angle on her own G spot.

Luckily, she was close. And it didn't take her long before she could feel herself right on the edge. The pleasure mounted to heights she hadn't felt before. Shit.

She squealed as the wave of heat spread out rapidly from her abdomen. Her legs were shaking as she had to focus slightly on keeping them from clenching too hard. Her magic pushed itself into the shadows around her. They shimmered at the edges. And the shadows she had used to bind Jason's hands above his head came undone.

Jason was twitching and groaning underneath her. His face was red as a tomato, and his eyes fogged over in mostly orgasmic bliss.

Jasmine drew a stabilizing breath as she stopped moving. “How's it fair you get to cum twice, and only get one?” There was no scorn in her tone, just a mirthful, satisfied affection.

As she leaned down to kiss him, something seemed off. “Jason, are you ok?”

He groaned softly. Fuck. “I might have overdone it.” She whispered to herself.

Kissing his salty, slightly damp forehead before she got off him. Lying down to hold him as they drifted off to sleep.