And he was rewarded for his patience when the mews turned into helpless cries, and she fell apart as he gently sucked on her clit.
His cock didn’t allow him to relish his triumph for long, though. It raged and pulsed, demanding its due.
He dutifully put on a condom and glanced back down at her.
Mistake. Jasmine was still coming down from her climax, her hands running over her strong, curvy body. The erotic picture she presented as she massaged her breasts…
If the need had been a manageable flame before that moment, it exploded into a bonfire.
Forget savoring his triumph over her. He couldn’t even remember making the decision to push in. One moment he was looking down at that incredibly erotic sight, and the next, he was buried inside of her.
She was tighter than he expected her to be. And he paused, afraid that he might have hurt her. But she scratched at his back. “Yes, go, go, go. Please, go.”
She needed this, he suddenly realized. It had been a long time. And she wanted him. Wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
That new understanding unleashed something inside of him. And he rode her, wild and unbridled as an animal.
At least he did at first.
Something reined him in, made him come up on his elbows so that he could watch her as he moved inside of her. Han savored her expression when another orgasm began to visibly rise.
As good as it felt to finally be inside her pussy, Jasmine’s expression as she fell apart struck him as even better. Her face was all longing until suddenly it filled with utter shock. She grabbed onto his arms, her short nails biting into his skin. As if she was afraid of what was happening to her, afraid she might fall apart if she didn’t hold onto him. Then she came underneath him, her core gripping him so delicious and tight.
He understood the reason for her fear in the next moment. The way she clamped down on him as she came—it sent him over the edge before he was ready. Stars filled his vision without proper warning as a zap of white heat pulsed through his cock.
Typically, he began a focused thrusting action into his conquest after making sure his partner came, finishing the job with stamina and grace. But with Jasmine, he lost control. His hips bucked wildly until suddenly, his entire body seized.
He didn’t just come. Instead, he exploded, emptying into the condom as if she’d reached a hand into his body and pulled out his soul.
He came forever. So long, he began to wonder if he had only imagined being with all those other women before Jasmine. Maybe he’d never actually come before, and this was his entire lifetime of stores.
But eventually, he finished and collapsed on top of her, completely drained.
They lay like that, breathing together in wordless awe.
Until Jasmine asked, “Okay, that sex was so good, right now, I’m like. Hey, if he crushes me with his bodyweight and I die underneath him—totally okay. Stuff happens, you know.”
He rolled off her with a laugh.
And he couldn’t say he hated it when she grabbed on to him unexpectedly and ended up sprawled across the front of his body, like a soft, curvy blanket.
“Seriously, that was awesome,” she said, her voice breathless. “Mahalo, dude. You did that.”
A light, unlike anything he’d ever felt, filled him up at her compliments. “Thank you, too,” he answered, his voice as warm and soft as she felt on top of him.
A questioning look came over her, and she extended her neck.
Han’s body understood what she was trying to do before his head. His hand came up of its own accord and pulled her the rest of the way, closing the gap between their lips as they shared another deep kiss.
“One night stand accomplished,” she said when he finally let her up for air. Then she wriggled playfully on top of the erection that had resurrected as he took her mouth.
“Did it work?” she asked, her eyes bright and teasing. “Am I out of your system?”
Her question had the effect of the ice baths Han sometimes undertook back in Rhode Island after a rigorous workout.
No. No, it hadn’t worked.
This wasn’t about feelings. It wasn’t about sex even. It was about conquering her, clearing her out of his system so that he could focus on other things. But the usual done feeling that accompanied getting what he wanted from a conquest was nowhere to be found.
Jasmine…
Jasmine, with her swimsuit underwear and her refusal to cater to him and her reckless mouth, had been the best sex he ever had. So good, he’d immediately wanted to feel that way again. How could that be?
Again, panic rose inside him, along with the feeling that he was dealing with a ticking bomb. Women were disposable. They were fun for a few hours, but they didn’t stay. They weren’t supposed to stay.
