Page 138 of Summer Breakdown
Jasmine moans against her, her fingers digging in deeper to her thighs.
“Sit down, my girl.”
Frankie blushes like she’s not in the middle of sex with the hottest person in the world. Like none of the last three orgasms even happened as she slowly sinks against her.
“How are you going to keep it in?” Frankie asks, tapping the dildo lightly.
Jasmine whispers. “I’ll be fine.” Jasmine moans as she licks Frankie. One hand pulling her close, one twisting her nipple between her fingers. Frankie bucks against her mouth, riding her slowly. She finishes tightening the harness, and sheplays with her dick to keep herself from flooding her mouth within three seconds.
“Frankie,” Jasmine whines. “Stop fucking with me.”
“But you’re doing so well,” she mutters, pulling it out and slipping it back in. Jasmine’s tongue falters just slightly, her hips thrusting to meet Frankie’s lazy hand.
Frankie sits down a bit more and Jasmine moans around her. Frankie’s close the moment she lets Jasmine touch her properly. She’s slow with it, letting it build until Frankie needs more. Until she takes more, her hips riding against her face. Even when Frankie’s on top, Jasmine is in charge.
Frankie holds the dildo in but barely, Jasmine coming takes her by surprise. In fact, it pushes her over the edge too, and Frankie follows after her like she wants to for the rest of her life. Her back arches, her jaw tight as she lets a moan slip free. Her name a broken sound in her mouth.
“Holy fucking shit.” Jasmine holds onto her thighs as Frankie lowers her body. She’s probably crushing her but Jasmine’s fingers brush against her skin so she’s probably fine. If she can’t breathe, she’ll tap her, and Frankie will move.
“How do you want it?” Jasmine asks, flipping Frankie onto her back. Jasmine clicks the dildo into place and Frankie swears she’s never seen anything hotter. Frankie’s eyes are wide as she looks at her. The curve of her hip, the way the straps sit differently on her.
Jasmine looks at her with a smile.
“You can change your mind.”
Frankie shakes her head. She might hate it, but she wants to try everything with Jasmine. Sex and new restaurants and learning exactly what each other need in every scenario.
Jasmine sits back on her heels, tilting her head. “Come get it wet for me, baby.”
Frankie’s eyes bulge and Jasmine laughs. She’s going to add roleplay to the list.
“I’m not sure what my persona is with this.”
“God, I love you.”
Jasmine giggles, then clears her throat. “It really wont suck itself.”
Frankie moves slowly, crawling towards her. Jasmine’s hand is light against her jaw, manoeuvring her until she takes it in her mouth. It’s not as degrading as Frankie expected it to be. She can’t decide if she likes it though. It does taste like Jasmine, so she’s not mad.
“You’re doing so well,” Jasmine whispers and Frankie moans, taking it deeper. She always likes her. Jasmine pulls her up, bending to kiss her until Frankie is on her knees. Their chests touch and Frankie wants her so badly.
Jasmine lifts Frankie’s knees until she’s straddling her. “We can stop whenever for whatever, okay?”
“I know,” Frankie whispers back. Jasmine’s hand goes to Frankie’s cunt with an ease, spreading her slightly. She’s not nervous with Jasmine, but she does want to like it. But Frankie’s not sure how she’s supposed to enjoy anything as much as Jasmine’s fingers. She’s slow with it, pumping in and out while she kisses her. Frankie clenches with every movement, hoping to hold her there.
There’s a small stretch when Jasmine adds another finger. Everything new she tries with Jasmine is spectacular. But everything about their relationship would be fantastic even if they never touched each other again. It’s not about the sex, it’s the intimacy she was missing. Jasmine makes her feel like a goddess every second of the day. When she can’t stand her face and when she thinks she might look cute, Jasmine is right there.
“Okay?” Jasmine asks.
“Yeah,” Frankie moans, then, “Fuck. Yes.”
Jasmine hums, her tongue teasingly slow against Frankie’s. They move, until Frankie feels her dick against her.
“Slowly,” Jasmine murmurs, and Frankie listens as she wides her legs. It doesn’t take long until she’s resting against Jasmine’s thighs completely. Fuck, she’s full.
Jasmine looks at her, her eyes over her entire face but Frankie’s jaw drops open as she bounces slightly.
“Oh my god,” Frankie whispers. It’s not as easy as she thought it would be, trying to move as she wants too. But Jasmine’s right there. She pushes her until she’s on her back, but the dildo stays in her the entire time.
