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“Okay?” Jasmine asks.
“Yes,” Frankie replies, and Jasmine moves slowly. Frankie shuffles until it’s a little comfier. She’s not sure if a strap is something she’s been missing, but she does enjoy the way Jasmine moves. Her arms tense and her entire body is close. Frankie wants to get one that will pleasure her at the same time. Frankie tries to thrust back, but she can’t figure out the movement.
“Harder?” Jasmine asks.
“Yeah,” she mutters trying to move her hips. “I can’t —fuck.”
Jasmine moves until she holds one of Frankie’s legs up. She’s basically folded like a deck chair, but she doesn’t care. Jasmine moves deeper someone how. Slow but hard. There’s sweat beading against her hairline, their bodies are slick and sticky, and Frankie has never felt this good in her entire life. Jasmine pushes her legs together, her knees bent to her chest and it’s different and overwhelming and so fucking good. Frankie tries to hold on, but she can’t get purchase on anything, her back arches as Jasmine pulls out and thrusts all the way back.
“God, you look good like this,” Jasmine says, her hair dropping over her face as she watches intently as she takes Frankie apart. “All pretty and taking everything, I give you.”
“Jasmine,” Frankie moans. She drops her legs, leaning against her and it’s better this way. Frankie loves everything Jasmine does, but she always loves her more.
“Hi, my girl,” Jasmine says with a smile. Frankie chokes as Jasmine hooks her arm under her leg. “I missed your face.” It’s slower than before, and so deep Frankie’s sure Jasmine can see it pressing against her skin. Then, Jasmine smiles at her, so obviously, Frankie comes the moment Jasmine ghosts over her clit. Her back arches and she grips Jasmine’s arm too tightly. Jasmine pants as she pulls out, flopping onto her back.
“Holy fucking fuck me.”
Jasmine giggles, wiping her hand over her forehead. Frankie watches the rapid movement of her chest. Jasmine might let her get her sketchbook out.
“Do you want a shower?” Jasmine asks.
“If you come with me,” Frankie replies, reaching for her hand then, “And if you come.”
Jasmine spins over, unclicking the dildo and tossing it to the end of the bed. The harness still lies against her thighs and Frankie is going to buy some outrageous lingerie the moment she can think.
“I came three times already.”
“Four, don’t be rude,” Frankie says with a deep breath. Jasmine blows against the pulse point on her neck. She’s sweet. “We’ve got no kids. I’m going to make you come for the rest of the night. If I don’t fall asleep with my tongue in your pussy, then I’m not sleeping.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“Jasmine,”Frankiebegs.Jasminedoesn’t put her tongue back on her, though, because it’s her birthday, and she can do whatever she wants. Instead, her lips touch her hipbone, her thigh, her stomach.
“What’s up, my girl?” she asks quietly. Her fingers never leave Frankie’s skin. She wants Frankie to remember exactly what she wants. How badly she needs her touch. Frankie huffs above her, her jaw tight.
“I need to come,” she mutters quietly. It’s barely six a.m., but they’ve been at this a while. Frankie tried to wake her up with her tongue against her, even though Jasmine said she wanted to make Frankie come first for her birthday. So, obviously, Frankie is in trouble. She didn’t know Jasmine can never sleep in on her birthday. She’s never excited for it, but she can’t sleep anyway. It’s different this year. Jasmine doesn’t know if Frankie is a big birthday person, but she knows she’ll at least remember. Frankie will have done something. Perhaps she drew some drawings for Lani’s scrapbook.
“I know,” Jasmine replies softly. “I know. You’re doing so well. So perfect.” She should probably make her come, because Jasmine knows the kids will wake up soon, and she doesn’t want to edge her for the entire day.
Or does she?
Frankie pulls at her hair, trying to get her where she wants her.
“How do you wantit?” Jasmine asks, her teeth against her neck. “Do you want my mouth, or my hands? Maybe you want it so bad you’ll fuck yourself against my thigh.”
Frankie sobs. “Stay.”
“What do you want? Dirty slut?”
“Yes.”
“Pretty whore. Wet and needy and down so fucking bad for me. Tell me.”
Frankie hiccups as Jasmine moves her thumb against her clit.
“You’re everything to me,” Frankie mutters.
“Cute,” Jasmine replies, slowing her thumb.
