to come in me like this? Jasmine would take it. She wanted to know his tastes, and using her like this must have been up on his list. At the end of the day, she still got some of hers. Briefly she entertained the fantasy of this man spending himself within her and then eating her out again. Few men had the self-assurance to do that. Either way, I win. That thought liberated Jasmine from any lingering worries, and she threw herself into another impending orgasm derived completely from the situation.
And then just to torture her, Ethan slowed his thrusts and pulled out.
Jasmine was in the midst of catching her breath when one of the binds came undone. Was that it? Was it over already? Had he come and she didn’t notice? Yet Ethan flipped her over, the other arm twisting in its bind so he could slam her once free arm next to it and tie them both together. By the time Jasmine realized what was happening, Ethan pinched her ass and spanked it – hard.
The impact forced her legs open, knees digging into the bed even after Ethan eased between them. Jasmine’s breasts slipped against the comforter and sent a thousand shivers down her spine and to her toes. When Ethan entered her again, this time from behind, she knew it would be for the last time that night.
The way he fucked her, like a famished beast searching for redemption, was enough to kill any woman. Yet Jasmine held on, sometimes to her bindings, channeling her pleasure and pain to her knees, which held her up so Ethan could take her from behind like this. He was more animalistic than before. Every time he slammed into her she cried out, once, twice, the third time longer and louder than the two before. Her arousal would not let up. The more he fucked her the more impetus she gave him from the core of her body. I’m so easy… With a man like Ethan? Who wouldn’t be!
Another spank peppered the thrusts careening into her. Jasmine groaned, her flesh burning and wild with desire. The bed began to squeak. Soon enough Ethan pushed her head down into a pillow and braced himself against her shoulders. This is it. Oh, God, here it comes! She could hear it in his grunts and feel it in the way he clutched her body, forbidding her to change position until he finished.
She finished first. His cock hit her where it mattered most and she shouted in relieved surprise, a hard and abrupt orgasm taking over her body the longer this man dominated her from above.
Whether he meant to do it right then or not, Ethan came, his seed spilling into her and filling her with more than just welcomed warmth. His fingers dug into her flesh so hard that Jasmine gasped at the tail-end of her own orgasm.
A comfortable yet reserved silence commenced, in which Jasmine sank her face into the pillow, breathless, her body content after its day-long search for sexual relief. I made a good damn choice. What a crapshoot walking into a hotel lounge and picking the first handsome guy she came across. She definitely could have done worse. Better? Hard to make that happen. Jasmine never thought she would be tied up and blindfolded, but she wouldn’t say no to Ethan doing it again. Assuming she ever saw him again. These business types came and went with the breeze.
Ethan untied her from the frame before he thought to pull out of her. When he did, sure to elicit a pleasurable moan from Jasmine, neither of them were disappointed by what he had left behind.
The bed shook again when Ethan tossed himself on the other side. Jasmine took another few seconds to catch her breath, her thumb digging beneath the blindfold until it popped off her head and allowed her to blink back to the visual world.
She rolled against him, staring at the ceiling while feeling Ethan’s body heat and the intensity of his breaths. Two orgasms for him is probably a bigger wipe than two for me. Jasmine wouldn’t be surprised if he went right to sleep.
“Well, that was something,” he said instead, a large exhale following his words.