Page 99 of Summer Breakdown
“You’re being a fucker.”
Jasmine laughs. God, she wants to fuck her so badly, but she doesn’t want to pressure her.
“Maybe. If you want to wait, it’s alright. I really like you. I don’t care what we do, as long as you’re here.”
“You like me?” she asks, her smile wide, and Jasmine nods.
“Too much.”
Frankie looks at the book barely in Jasmine’s grasp, then lies back next to her.
“Carry on,” Frankie murmurs.
“Frankie,” she whimpers. God, she’s barely touching her. Every desperate thought she has of her is based on how she thinks Frankie will make her come. She hasn’t done it before. Technically. Though, Jasmine thinks she gets points for the number of times the image of her pushed Jasmine over the edge.
“Be good for me, sweetheart.”
Jasmine huffs, but she picks the book back up when Frankie pushes her legs apart with her foot. Her fingers trail up the inside of Jasmine’s thigh. Almost to the top, millimetres away from her aching clit.
“What’s the question?”
Oh.Jasmine has thought about Frankie like this. In control, dominant. The depth of her voice might be enough to send her over the edge.
“Can you make me come?” she asks. Jasmine knows what she likes in bed, in principle. There’s never been anyone to do it, but she knows she likes Frankie bending to her will, and somewhere in the threads of her heart, she knows she’d do anything Frankie wanted. She used to think it was demoralising, but her cunt pulses with the thought that Frankie would be happy. It makes everything better, more vibrant.
“Yes,” Frankie replies. Her finger presses against Jasmine’s clit, and Jasmine jolts. “But I was asking what the maths question was.”
“Oh.” Jasmine blushes, but Frankie moves her fingers in circles.
“You’re very wet.”
Jasmine clenches her jaw. “I know.”
Frankie doesn’t change her speed or her pressure. Jasmine is sure she doesn’t need her to, but she’s greedy and wants her right now. She bucks her hips, though she’s not sure it was on purpose.
“Don’t move,” Frankie says. She climbs on top of her, pushing her legs farther apart. “What’s the question?”
“Frankie,” she begs. Jasmine not sure what for, but she knows Frankie will give it to her. She doesn’t know if she wants it harder, or faster, or if she never wants it to end. All she knows is Frankie is figuring out what Jasmine likes because she wants to. She wants her to be happy, and safe, and enjoy herself.
The back of Jasmine’s throat burns when Frankie presses her lips there. It’s something she likes, and Frankie knows that. She remembered that. Frankie’s fingers move faster, and Jasmine grips her waist. She wants the weight of her, her sounds, her heart.
Jasmine moans, a choked sound that leaves her throat like a sob. Frankie is there instantly. Her gaze slides over her face, but Jasmine has no idea what she can see.
Her fingers slow.
“No,” Jasmine moans. “Don’t—please don’t stop.”
“Tell me something,” she whispers.
“I’m just really happy,” Jasmine responds. Frankie smiles brightly, and Jasmine tries to catalogue it all before she kisses her. It’s slow, her hands everywhere all at once. She kisses her until all the air has been stolen, until she’s about to pull back, until she’s about to beg for air and then she moves.
“You’re magic,” Frankie mutters, and she pulls Jasmine up until she’s sitting. “Pure fucking magic.” Frankie slowly pulls Jasmine’s top off, her eyelids fluttering when she looks down. It makes Jasmine feel powerful. Like she’s beautiful. Frankie looks up at her. She licks Jasmine’s nipple into hermouth, and Jasmine arches into her, her head falling back. She didn’t even know that it could feel like this. She never wants it to be over, but she’s already squirming in her lap.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Frankie whispers. “Don’t worry.”
“Frankie,” she pants.
“I know.” Frankie pinches her nipple until she’s thrusting against her hip. She slides her hand in her underwear again, and Jasmine moans. Probably too loudly, but she might get away with it. Frankie holds her hand over her mouth.
