“Why are you here?” Christian asked Jasmine as he opened the door. Immediately, she took his breath away— as she always had. With one hand on the doorframe and the other on the door, he stiffened his resolve: she wouldn’t pass. But the lazy curls which framed her ebony face gave her seductive eyes an air of innocence. Her eyes always mauled his sensibility. She hadn’t spoken a word yet he was already kicking himself for his stupidity.


"I wanted to see you." her raspy voice was just over a whisper. Her gaze traveled over his tight physique and gentle emerald eyes. Even scantily clad in only sleeping pants, he still exuded class and grace.


Without fail, every Friday night had become routine: She’d have a dreadful date resulting in a late night “I’m horny” call to him, a cab ride to his place, followed by blinding sex and bookend with him waking to an empty bed and feelings of regret. His only crumb of comfort was she’d called him instead of going home with her date. 


Christian didn’t realize Jasmine couldn’t sleep with another man because he was the one—she simply didn’t know how to tell him. She’d complicated their relationship to where she feared full disclosure might be met with rejection.


“Come in,” his resolve gave way and he stepped aside.


She kissed him softly as she passed. He closed the door and took hold of her boldly, brought her close and kissed her sensually. He couldn’t resist her. Her lips still against his, she pushed him back further into the apartment until they landed hard against a wall. His willpower dissolved and his lips caressed the bare skin of her neck. The scent and the warmth of her fingers raking in his hair elicited a low purr. She knew how to touch him.


Jasmine felt Christian grow rigid against her belly. She lowered herself before him, pulling his pants down along the way. Once free she hastily tossed them aside. She kneeled face to face with his erection. “Have you missed me?” she murmured.


“You know I have,” Christian laid a hand on the back of Jasmine's head. “Suck it.”


She sat back on her knees submissively, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue—waiting to be fed.


Damn, if she didn’t know how to turn him on! He grasped his cock and fed it between her full lips. He loved to hear her soft moans as she sucked and she loved performing for him. With a lick, she released his cock and admired it for a moment before slipping her tongue up his length.


One hand was still on the back of her head while the other thumbed her cheek watching her tongue lick his pre-cum off his head. “Lick it again.” his legs shivered.


She seized his cock at its base and teasingly slid the flat of her tongue over and around…up and down his length. He groaned and murmured incoherently. She had him. On her knees, she was his better and she knew it. No one else could give him this pleasure. She’d studied and noted his reactions for six years—she knew him inside and out; better than he knew himself. She smiled devilishly at the state of arousal she’d brought him to. But Karma was a double-dealing bitch: sucking Christian to the point of meltdown excited Jasmine equally. She basked in the sensation of his hands guiding her head to and fro as she sucked, his unintelligible directives, and his absolute surrender to her oral application. Her tongue cradled the head of his cock and flicked tenderly as he watched.


“Jas, I can't take it anymore. Suck me.” His voice was raspy and his breath rapid. She opened her mouth and slid the head of his cock inside and pulled him to the back of her throat with a low sigh. “Fuck,” was the only word manageable.


She worked him over: slurping, licking, sucking, twirling her tongue around him. His breaths were heavy and urgent. Softly she teased the sensitive flesh under his engorged head—his spot. She flicked and sucked; taking him to the edge and pulling him back. Taking him deeper into her throat and releasing him. His fingers coursed through her hair as she opened her throat and welcomed him into its abyss.


“Oh shit!” Christian groaned and thrust his hips, fucking her mouth ever so gently while beseeching her to suck it until he came.


She felt his cock begin to throb in her throat and felt a rush of wetness between her thighs. Her hands stroked him, her mouth greedily sucked him…harder, faster, and wetter over and over again until his cum pulsated within his shaft.


He conceded; his cock belonged to her—she could do with it as she pleased. The sound of her wet mouth having its way with him was staggering. He grabbed her hair hard, and growled when he felt her throat tighten around his head, hitting his spot. It was all he could do to keep his balance.


“Jas,” he said weakly, trying not to fuck another hole in her head. “I’m cumming. Open your mouth.” He pulled his cock from her throat and stroked himself while she lapped at his head. He groaned heavily and pumped his cock until his creamy white cum streamed onto her eagerly awaiting tongue. She drank and sucked from him until the room began to spin.


Slowly Christian regained his composure and bent down to whisper in her ear. “Cum for me.” He offered his hand and walked her to the bedroom. Once there, he sat her on the foot of the bed.


She gave a slight pout as he sat in a chair across from her. He knew she wanted him but he wanted to watch.


“Go on, cum for me.” 


Jasmine stood and undressed under Christian’s intense eye. Tonight, he was in one of his moods and to be quite honest, so was she. She loved turning their foreplay into a spectators sport—feeling his eyes, darkened with lust, examining her curves. She took extra time removing her satin panties; by chance she’d snagged a WASP who appreciated a juicy booty and she took pleasure in teasing him with it.


“Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?” he asked, desire crept in his voice.


She turned to him. “Will you touch me?”


“When I feel like it,” he reclined. “For now I want you to touch yourself.”


She climbed atop the bed, placed two pillows under her bottom and lay, knees bent, eyes closed, and awaiting his command.


“Spread your legs and softly caress your inner thighs with your fingertips.”


She complied and took a sharp breath and then felt a sudden stream of wetness come forth. For as long as she could remember, his voice had that effect on her. He ordered her to touch her outer lips and as she did she heard him recover a vibrator from her arsenal. She whimpered softly, surely he would use it on her. She throbbed and ached for his attention.


“You want it, don't you? I can see it in your eyes.” He stood beside the bed and trailed the vibrator over her stomach. “How wet are you? Show me.” he said quietly, tapping her clit with the vibe.


One finger disappeared between her lips and appeared soaking wet. 


He smiled and rubbed the vibe up and down her slit and watched her struggle not to cum. “Rub yourself,” he leisurely slid the vibe inside of her, ensuring she savored every inch. He admired her lying there; her smooth sable legs splayed like a book, her face knit with concentration, the vibrator tunneling between her lips at his pleasure while her naughty little fingers did his bidding on her clit. 


“Oh God,” she cried repeatedly, circling her clit gently. The vibrations resonate throughout her body. “Chris, you’re gonna make me cum.” Her walls squeezed the vibe produced wet-kissie sounds as she arched towards him. "I don't want to cum yet."


“Damn, I want to taste you.” He studied her fingers massaging her clit.


She trembled violently, watching him, watching her masturbate. “Chris, please,” she whined. “Tell me you want me to cum. Please I need to hear your voice telling me to cum for you.” She panted and rubbed.


With a sadistic smirk, he ignored her plea. He watched her increasingly furious rubbings between her thighs while his steady hand moved the vibe at an even pace, in and out until he felt her orgasm building. Then and only then did he stop and remove the vibe from her raging depths.


Shaking from her aborted orgasm, Jasmine could’ve ripped his head off. There was no time. He took possession of her lips and positioned himself between her legs. Their eyes met as his cock pried into her, forcing her to accommodate his girth. She came within seconds under the methodical ministration of his cock. “Oohh,” she eased her head back; he cupped her face in his hands and ordered her to look at him while he fucked her.


“I need you.” She finally confessed.


“You want me.” he corrected her, his eyes never left hers.


She shook her head as he pushed her closer to orgasm. “No, I need you,” Jasmine whispered onto Christian’s lips.


For the first time, he believed her. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. His strokes, once long and steady; became hard and urgent. She began milking him, demanding him cum.


Jasmine’s thighs fell open, she was close. Her arousal heightened by the sounds they created. He stroked every inch of her but it was the love she saw in his eyes that pushed her towards orgasm. “I can’t hold on. I'm gonna cum in you.” She gripped the sheets and clamped around his cock and came violently….her body convulsed under his, drenching him in a sudden gush of wetness and leaving her tattered and heaving.


With a sudden cry, he thrust long and purposefully; shooting deep into her until he was empty and fatigued. Breathlessly, he took her head and kissed her lips tenderly.


She looked into his eyes. “I love you.”


“I love you more.”


“I’m sorry for….” She couldn’t decide which failure to apologize for first, so she did the next best thing: averted her eyes.


“We’ll call it even.” Christian tapped her lips, bringing her attention back to him. “No more games.” He curled up behind her and before long they were sound asleep. 



The next morning Christian awoke to Jasmine nestled against his chest….right where she belonged