Page 95 of Summer Breakdown
“Jasmine,” she begs. Jasmine kisses her neck again, open and wet.
“What do you want?” she asks. Frankie’s hips buck against her as she pulls her nipple between her fingertips.
“Tell me.”
Frankie groans.
“Tell me what you want. I know you can.” Jasmine brings her hand to play with Frankie’s other breast. She kneads, pulls, does whatever she wants as Frankie pulls her lip between her teeth.
Frankie’s hand tenses against the back of Jasmine’s, then she moves her slightly. Jasmine hums as her fingers trace the lines of her abs.
“You’re so hot, Frank.” Frankie believes her, for now. Frankie’s fingers interlock with Jasmine’s as they hit the band of her shorts.
“You did good today. You know that, right?” Jasmine asks, her fingers just inside her underwear. “Frankie.”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Yes, what?”
Frankie tightens her hand in her curls. “Oh, fuck you. I did good today.”
Jasmine hums again, her lips against her shoulder as she finally moves her hand into Frankie’s underwear. Frankie’s eyes fall closed as Jasmine presses against her clit lightly. She holds onto her hand, but Frankie needn’t help her. She’s not sure she knew how intimate sex could be.
Jasmine sighs. “You’re perfect. You feel so good.”
“Jasmine,” Frankie whines.
“Mm-hmm.”
“I miss you.”
“I’m right here,” she whispers.
“All the time,” Frankie mutters. Jasmine slips her fingers deeper, her palm resting against Frankie’s clit, their fingers circling her cunt.
“You miss me all the time?” she asks, and Frankie pants again. “Answer me, or I’ll make you bend over.”
Frankie moans. It’s loud, ricocheting around the office until it hits her square in the chest.
“Oh,” Jasmine replies. “Interesting.”
“Please, please,” Frankie begs, though she’s not sure what for.Touch me. Make me do what you want. Let me please you.
Jasmine slides her hand out, leaving Frankie’s in her underwear. “Bend over the desk.”
Frankie’s face flushes so hot she’s sure Jasmine can feel it through her curls.
“You can tell me no,” she whispers. “If you want to.”
“I don’t want to,” Frankie replies. She goes to move her hand from her waistband.
“Leave it,” Jasmine whispers. Frankie huffs out a laugh, but she bends, placing her one free hand on the desk.
Jasmine hums. “I’m going to need you facedown.”
“Jasmine.”
Her hands travel down Frankie’s spine and back up slowly, the pressure applying when she gets to her shoulder blades. “Please?”
