Page 96 of Summer Breakdown
“It should be illegal for you to be this hot,” Frankie replies, but as she knew would happen, her cheek touches her desk. She clenches her jaw as Jasmine works her shorts down. God, has anyone even seen her from this angle before?
Jasmine sighs, her hands heavy against Frankie’s arse. She squeezes, pulls, and traces her finger down until she hits Frankie’s hand, still diligently against her own cunt. Jasmine pulls her hand lightly, using Frankie’s own fingers to fuck her with. Frankie moans, her other hand gripping the top of the desk. It doesn’t matter that she never wants to make noise, move, or be seen to be doing anything for her own enjoyment—Jasmine coaxes it out of her with ease. Then she stops, and Frankie can’t stop the whine that forces its way out of her throat.
“Everything about you drives me crazy,” Frankie mutters.
“Good.” Jasmine moves Frankie’s finger slowly, pumping just a little. Frankie feels the stretch of another. Not her own, but it’s not enough. She’s so wet that there’s no resistance. All she can hear is the thumping of blood in her ears and the sounds of Jasmine working her over.
“Jasmine,please.”
Jasmine ignores her, her fingers going the same speed, then she moves, the pad of her fingertip circling Frankie’s clit. Frankie thinks Jasmine’s on her knees, but her eyes are screwed shut in an effort not to throw her hips back.
“One day,” Jasmine says slowly. The speed of her words matches the pace of her finger. It builds Frankie up regardless. “I am going to edge you until you pass out.”
Frankie jolts, her hips thrusting back. Jasmine keeps her finger steady, pressing a kiss to her hip.
“I will play with you and then stop,” she says, her finger matching her words. Frankie groans. Jasmine resumes her torture. “Maybe I’ll tie you up.”
Frankie moans loudly, her hips twitching. “You would?”
Jasmine hums. “If you want me too.”
Frankie thrusts without care. “Oh, fuck me, I do.” She’s so close, she can feel her entire body tensing with the need to come.
Jasmine stops her circles, tracing her slit instead, and the moan Frankie releases should be embarrassing, but she’s incapable of feeling that with Jasmine.
She pushes her legs farther apart.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” Jasmine says. Before Frankie can think of a single thing to say, Jasmine’s mouth is against her. She is everywhere, her curious tongue tapping against her clit, licking her clean. Jasmine eats her like she wants to, like she was made for it. Like the only thing she wants to do today is make Frankie come.
Jasmine moans, her hands wrapped around Frankie’s thighs as she pulls her closer. Jasmine makes her feel likethe hottest person in the world. Why would she believe the words of someone that made no lasting impression on her life over the woman she’s in love with?
“Holy fuck,” Frankie gasps.
“Hands,” Jasmine mumbles against her.
“Jasmine,” she begs. Her hands are the only thing keeping her here. She might float away if she lets go. But Jasmine stops. Her lips press against the backs of Frankie’s thighs, the crease of her bum cheek, the swell of her arse.
“You’re the rudest person in the world,” Frankie pants.
“Where are your hands?” Jasmine asks.
“I can’t—“
“Can’t or won’t?”
Frankie moans, and she takes a moment to figure it out, but then she spins, sitting up slightly. She can touch Jasmine from here. Jasmine looks up at her with a smile. Her lips are wet, her nose is wet, her fucking eyelashes might be wet. Frankie has never been so turned on in her life.
“Hi.”
Frankie pants. “Hi, sweetheart.”
Jasmine holds onto Frankie’s hand and puts it in her hair. “Use me, my girl.”
Frankie moans, her fingers tight. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You could never,” Jasmine whispers, hooking her hand under Frankie’s thigh. The other slides up her body, pushing her T-shirt up over her boobs. Her bra is still tucked underneath them. She looks ridiculous, but Jasmine’s eyes go glassy, so Frankie’s not going to move.
“I promise I won’t let you hurt me,” Jasmine says. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” She holds her gaze as she kisses her lower stomach, her thigh. Frankie leans back, and Jasmine kisses her clit.
