Page 135 of Summer Breakdown
Frankie smiles, her lips against the edge of her mouth. Her voice slow and as sweet as she can get it.
“Beg me properly.”
Jasmine groans, pretending like she didn’t know dropping to her knees in the pantry this morning wouldn’t end up right here. She puts it off, her entire body tensing with the need to come. Frankie’s girl is stubborn, and she loves her. Frankie bites against her shoulder. Jasmine glares at her, but the expression doesn’t work that well when her entire body is flushed. When she’s absolutely wrecked.
Frankie relishes in it. Her testing her and figuring out what she wants. Frankie shifts her hips, changing the angle, pressing deeper. Jasmine’s breath hitched, her back arching, her fingers gripping against the pillow.
“There it is.”
Frankie’s pretty sure Jasmine growls, but it’s buried so deep into the pillow that she won’t call her out on it. Maybe.
Instead, she sets a deliberate pace. Not deep enough, not fast enough, but just enough to keep her on the edge. She presses a slow, lingering kiss against the column of Jasmine’s throat, feeling the way her pulse thunders beneath her. Frankie’s over not seeing her, not hearing her. She pulls out, flips her over, and pushes back in before Jasmine can grip the sheets.
Frankie slides a hand to Jasmine’s jaw, titling her towards her. Jasmine’s eyes flutter and her lips part as Frankie thrusts again.
“You look so good like this,” Frankie praises. Jasmine’s breath hitches, her body tensing beneath her. Thighs tightening around her hips. Frankie groans, feeling the need to come herself creeping up her spine. Knowing her luck and Jasmine’s ability to get whatever she wants, Frankie’s going to end up begging her. She presses her forehead against Jasmine’s, her breath warm, fanning over her lips.
“Look at me.” Frankie says.
Jasmine’s eyes flicker open, hazy and wrecked, and God, Frankie has never seen anything so beautiful. She surges forward, kissing her deeply, swallowing the sound Jasmine makes as she rocked into her, keeping her pinned beneath her.
Frankie grins against her lips, dragging her fingers down Jasmine’s stomach before settling them low, where she knows she needs her most. Jasmine gasps, her whole-body tensing, her nails scraping down Frankie’s arms.
Frankie chuckles, slow and satisfied, shifting her hips just right.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs against her lips, her voice all silk and sin, pressing another teasing kiss to her jaw. “Let’s see how long you last.”
Jasmine trembles beneath her, thighs tightening, hips twitching upward in a desperate attempt to get something she could so easily ask for. Her hips move quickly, and Frankie smirks, slowing both her hips and her fingers.
“You’re not very patient, are you?”
Jasmine glares, her head tipping back against the pillows, her fingers tightening desperately at Frankie’s arms. Making Jasmine break might be her favourite thing of all time.
“If you—fucking—stop again, I swear to God—“
Frankie does stop.
Completely.
Jasmine whimpers. Truly and honestly whimpers and Frankie’s almost slides out of her just to grab some paper and a pencil. Instead, she stays perfectly still, watching the way Jasmine’s stomach tightens. The way she tries not to give in even as her body betrays her. Jasmine loves being on the bottom, she’s just in a mood. Frankie’s favourite kind of mood.
Frankie drops her lips to her just once.
“You’re going to have to ask nicely.”
Jasmine groans, tossing an arm over her face, her thighs trembling, her whole body taut, her eyes dark and furious.
“You have to be joking.”
Frankie smirks, dipping her head to kiss along Jasmine’s throat, trailing down, lower, until her mouth found a perfectly stiff nipple.
“Oh, not at all.”
Frankie moves again. Just enough to tease, just enough to have Jasmine arching beneath her, gasping, her body so desperate for more that it betrays her completely. Jasmine bites her lip, trying to hold onto something. Some illusion of control, as if there’s any reality where she doesn’t call the shots. Where she doesn’t get everything she asks for.
“Jasmine,” she whispers, her breath hot, fingers pressing just slightly harder where she was already aching, rubbing slow circles just enough to be cruel. “Beg.”
“Frankie.”
