Page 137 of Summer Breakdown
“Keep still, sweetheart,” Frankie mutters. She takes the harness of her waist and her thighs, cinching it around Jasmine’s. But then she’s close. She can see Jasmine moving it slightly like she wants to come again. Like she needs to come again, and if she’s going to come, it’s going to be because of Frankie. She drops down, flicking her tongue against her clit.
“Oh fuck,” Jasmine groans. Frankie was supposed to let the moment settle. But Jasmine is still sprawled on the mattress like something ruined and divine and Frankie is just one woman. She only has one leg of the harness on Jasmine right now, but she doesn’t care. Her hands travel to her boobs with speed.
“Stop distracting me,” Jasmine mutters, but Frankie traces her clit with her tongue and Jasmine arches her back pushing her chest into her hands.
“Frankie—I can’t—“
“Tell me to stop,” Frankie holds her tongue flat, letting Jasmine move as she wants. Her hips move slowly as she figures out if this is something she wants. Frankie knows that she does. “I will.”
It feels like she could take on a bear when she anticipates what she needs. When Jasmine’s hips move faster even as she mumbles.
“Don’t— I can’tFrankie.”
Frankie doesn’t move. She let’s Jasmine set the pace. Slow and steady until her thigh tenses and her jaw clenches andthen she’s rapid with it. Frankie helps her out, flicking her nipples between her fingers, her tongue stiff against her clit.
“Fuck,” Jasmine moans, loud and deep and Frankie has to hold the dildo in because she clenches so hard.
“All done,” Frankie whispers as Jasmine comes down.
“You did so good,” Frankie mutters against her skin. She still feels the aftershocks gliding through Jasmine’s thighs against her shoulders.
“Do I get a prize?” Jasmine asks wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. She’s so impossibly beautiful it hurts a little.
Frankie laughs and Jasmine matches her. It’s her favourite sound, and it’s so close to her heart when she does it. Her fingers lightly trace the inside of Jasmine’s boob.
“What do you want?”
“Depends.”
“On what?” Frankie asks, climbing up her body.
“Whether or not you’ll give it to me.” Jasmine replies in a teasing tone. Frankie knows what she wants. She’s known what she wants since she took her top off, but she likes her to work for it.
“I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Jasmine rests her forefinger under Frankie’s chin, tilting her further. She presses her lips against hers once, but Frankie pulls herself closer. Jasmine hums against her before she pulls back.
“Sit on my face.”
Frankie groans down her throat. “I’ll crush you.”
Jasmine laughs, laying down flat. “Okay.” She lifts her head, twisting her hair into a loose ponytail then throwing it above her head. “So crush me.”
Frankie sighs. “Why is everything you do hot?”
Jasmine shrugs. “Don’t know.”
“You –”
“Get on my face, Frank.”
Frankie manoeuvres because Jasmine used the tone again. On any given day, the tone could make her come without being touched at all. Jasmine’s lucky Frankie’s shakey thighs are a distraction or her face would be covered in her cum already. She sits against her chest, not fully committed and she enjoys the way she can see Jasmine’s toes flex. She’s sitting reversed so she can make sure Jasmine keeps the dick wet and inside her. It’s just good planning.
Jasmine tries to pull her closer, but Frankie’s years of rugby are stopping her. Frankie is nervous even if she shouldn’t be. Jasmine would tell her if she couldn’t breathe. She’s been down on her numerous times. Frankie is not going to crush her.
“You’re the cutest fucking thing,” Jasmine mutters. Frankie wants this, and she knows Jasmine knows that. She knows if she thought she didn’t, she’d never ask her again. But Jasmine knows Frankie. She needs some encouragement and she’s the luckiest person in the world that she gets Jasmine right here.
So, instead of bringing her down. Jasmine goes to her. She pulls herself up with her palms flat against her thighs. She licks her slowly, lightly, in the way she knows makes Frankie’s eyes roll back.
