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Laurel lifted an eyebrow at Jasmine. “What? I’m killing them. Don’t judge me and I won’t judge you. Well, except for one thing—your dress is on backwards and inside out. I take it the talk went well.”

Jasmine looked down to see her dress tag sticking up at her cleavage. “Oh damn.”

“And weren’t you wearing a bikini top earlier?” Saul added. “Oh wait, never mind, I see it hanging out of Ty’s pocket.”

Ty looked down to see the black string dangling from his pocket, then looked back at the group with a sheepish grin. “Um…”

“Niiiice,” Freddie drawled appreciatively. “Good for you two.”

“We’ve almost finished this round of beer pong if you guys want in on the next one,” Laurel offered, then belched loudly.

“Gee, as attractive as that invitation is, I think I’m gonna pass,” Jasmine said with a laugh, then looked at Ty. “I think we have other plans.”

Tyson wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. “We definitely have other plans. This is the part where we say good night to you douche bags.”

“Hey!” Laurel protested.

“You’re not a douche bag, sis, I’m talking to those two. You know I love you.”

“Aww, I love you too, little brother. I’m happy for you, the both of you.” Laurel hugged him and went to kiss him on the cheek, close to his mouth, but Ty ducked away.

“Um…you, uh, probably don’t want to kiss me on my face right now,” he said quietly.

“What? Oh.
Oh!
Hahaha!” Laurel crowed, pushing away from her brother as Saul and Freddie catcalled.

Jasmine felt her face flame.

“That’s gross and awesome all at once. Now off with you two!” She made a shooing motion with her hands.

“We’re taking the studio over the shop, so please feel free to leave us the fuck alone for the next eight to ten hours,” Ty addressed his friends. “Peace!” And with that, he scooped Jasmine up in his arms and hauled her upstairs.

“Whoa! Don’t hurt yourself!” Jasmine fretted as he carried her over the top step.

“Oh please, I bench one-eighty, you’re not exactly causing me to strain here,” Ty bragged dismissively. “Your stuff’s in here, right?” He carried her into the guest room and set her on her feet.

“Yes. I hadn’t really unpacked yet so it’s all in the one bag here.” She picked up her bag, which he immediately took from her and looped the strap messenger-style, across his chest and over his shoulder.

“Mmm, come here,” he said, pulling her near again for another kiss. She soon found herself pressed against the wall, her fingers laced behind his head, returning his kiss enthusiastically. He slid his hands down her waist, cupping beneath her ass to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing his firming arousal in direct contact with her heat.

She broke away from his kiss. “Not here. Studio.”

Their mouths practically fused together, Tyson carried her towards the back door. Laurel, who was in the kitchen grabbing more beer for the next round of beer pong, chuckled and opened the door for them. “Have fun,” she sang to their retreating figures. Jasmine gave her a single thumbs-up behind Ty’s head.

He made it up the exterior steps to the shop then placed Jasmine on her feet so he could retrieve the key for the studio from underneath the decorative flower pot on the stoop to unlock the door. Ty turned on the light switch as they walked into the room that she and Laurel had usually stayed in when they’d come out for visits while they had been in college. It was a nifty little studio apartment with a pull-out sofa bed, flat screen TV mounted on the wall, a fully functional kitchen with a semi-stocked wine rack and a small bathroom with a shower stall.

“I think I’ll take a shower,” Jasmine announced, walking in that direction.

“Want company?” Ty asked as he followed her and placed her bag on the floor.

“Sure, just give me a minute first. I need to pee.” She gave him a shy smile and gave him a playful shove to push him back out into the main room.

“Fine, I’ll just get us set up out here while I wait.” As Jasmine used the toilet, she heard Ty rustling things about, and the sound of the sofa bed being folded out and readied. She soon had the shower water running and the tiny room filled with steam. She quickly shed her dress and bikini bottoms, opened the door slightly in invitation to Tyson then stepped into the shower.

Moments later she watched, through the glass shower door, as Ty entered the bathroom. He’d already removed his board shorts.

Ty slid open the door and just gazed at Jasmine for a minute. Her head was tipped back under the spray, a stream of suds running down her body, and she could feel her nipples harden both due to the chill and the thrill of being the object of his lustful gaze. He was watching as though he wanted to memorise every freckle, every scar—well, he would probably get a good start at that tonight.

“Are you going to just stand there staring at me or are you going to come in and join me?” Her eyes were half-closed as she spoke, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.

He stepped in the small stall and closed the door. There wouldn’t be much room for fun in there, but that was okay. This was only the warm-up for what should be a long and satisfying evening for the both of them. Ty picked up a bottle of shower gel and squeezed some into his hand. Jasmine fully opened her eyes and smiled at him when she felt his hands slide the floral-scented suds down her torso. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he replied. “You looked like you could use a hand.”

She looked down to see the droplets of water on his well-defined ab muscles, matting down the treasure-trail of hair down to his groin. His cock wasn’t quite hard yet, but it definitely wasn’t flaccid either. “So do you.” She smirked.

Tyson chuckled and handed her the bottle of shower gel. “Be my guest.”

Jasmine squirted some into her hand, put the gel on the shelf, then rubbed her hands together to create a lather. She reached out to him and smoothed her hands down his chest, letting her eyes roam over his form while she explored it with her fingers. Every part of him was firm, yet surprisingly smooth. She refrained from leaning down for a taste, there would be time for that later and the cramped shower was not the ideal location.

They washed each other in silence. Jasmine languished in the tender intimacy of the moment, tension mounting for the anticipated pleasure to come, before they stood together under the large shower head to rinse away the suds. Ty’s arms looped around her waist while her wrists rested behind his neck, and he lowered his lips to her shoulder to place a gentle kiss. His kiss slowly trailed up from her shoulder to the side of her throat, where he sucked the tender flesh between his teeth.

She moaned, leaning her head to the side to give him better access, knowing that he was probably going to leave a mark, but it felt so good. It had been years since a man had held her this way. Kyle had grown complacent and careless in their lovemaking when their marriage was barely a year old, and the sex had been nearly non-existent for several months. For the first time in a long, long time, she felt…adored. She revelled in Ty’s worshipful embrace.

“I need you.”

His words were uttered close to her ear, so quietly she wondered if she was actually supposed to have heard them. Nevertheless, she responded in kind. “Then have me.”

He raised his head and he captured her eyes with his intense gaze. He opened his mouth to speak then seemed to think better of it. He cupped her face and kissed her.

“What’s wrong?” Jasmine had a feeling whatever he’d been about to say was serious, causing her concern.

“All in good time, sweetheart. For now, let’s go to bed.” Ty shut off the water, grabbed the large bath towel she’d draped over the nearby hook, and gently, though briskly, dried her off.

Her hair was still dripping so she took the towel from his hands. “Allow me.” She made quick work of twisting her long, wet tendrils up in the towel to allow it to soak up some of the moisture while Ty stepped out of the shower to retrieve another towel from the shelf.

Jasmine pulled on a sleep tank and a pair of panties. “You know those are just gonna come right back off,” Ty joked.

She snickered as she retrieved her toiletry bag from her overnight duffle. “Gimme just a sec,” she said to Ty as he walked out of the bathroom wearing only the towel he’d wrapped around his hips.

She made quick work of brushing her teeth, then smoothed on some face and hand cream. Her night routine complete, she turned off the light and emerged to find the main room darker, with the only light coming from a couple of scented candles in jars which adorned the small kitchen bar countertop. There was soft music playing from the radio that sat nearby, helping to complete the mood. Ty was nothing if not thorough. Jasmine hesitated against the doorjamb of the bathroom, watching him and feeling a little anxious. She’d removed the towel from her head, allowing the damp ringlets to cascade down her shoulders. He turned around and, by the soft glow of the candlelight, his expression conveyed she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

“Hey.”

He slowly walked towards her, removing his towel from his waist, and in a swift move, swooped her up in his arms to carry her the short distance to the bed. “You’re overdressed,” he observed as he laid her atop the soft comforter.

“I hate it when that happens,” she replied, and peeled her tank top over her head, satisfied at the way his eyes roved over her exposed breasts. “Better?”

“It’s a good start.” Tyson lowered his body over hers, and she languished in the sensation of his body against her skin, pressing her into the mattress. The mattress wasn’t so comfortable but that didn’t matter at all. Gazing into his eyes in the dim lighting of the room, she could see the internal battle he was fighting. It was as if he was torn between wanting to ravage her body, and taking his time to completely and thoroughly express his love and desire for her. Jasmine decided to help him along, cupping her hand behind his head to pull his face closer. He moved his lips against hers and with a swipe of her tongue across his lower lip, she quickly assumed dominance in their kiss.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him as he did, so that she lay straddling him, surrendering control to her for the moment. Jasmine gave in to the secret desires she’d harboured for years, letting her hands memorise every curve and indentation of his chest as she plundered his mouth greedily. She trailed her lips down to his earlobe, taking it between her teeth to bite gently for only a moment before continuing down his throat. She moved her hips against him, grinding against his erection with only the thin, damp cotton of her panties as a barrier. Every hitch of his breath, every sigh of contentment only heightened her arousal that much more.

She slid down his body farther, tasting as she went, licking around his pebbled nipple, before lightly biting it, then softening the sting with another soothing stroke of her tongue. He groaned her name, his voice raspy with his pleasure and she smiled as she moved to repeat the action on the other side. She felt his hard cock twitch eagerly against her stomach, and continued on her path farther down his body, tracing a salacious trail along the lines of his abs with her tongue, until she was settled between his legs.

All movement ceased and her peripheral vision caught Tyson raising his head to see why, most likely hoping to God that she hadn’t had a sudden change of heart. She stared at his cock, almost reverently, then shifted her stare to meet his eyes. She didn’t look away as she took him in hand, grasping firmly. Ty seemed to comprehend that she intended him to watch, and he reached behind his head to prop his head with another pillow. A shudder escaped him along with a whimpering moan as she slowly, sensually traced her tongue around the head once more and smiled at him, pleased that he was so obviously getting off on her shameless display. She was really quite enjoying herself, having been used to considering this act to be more of a chore than a pleasure.

After giving him a few solid strokes with her hand, she lowered her mouth over him, sliding his length down her throat as far as she could take him. She pulled back, applying suction as she went then, still watching him, slid down again. Her head bobbed, tongue swirling around him, sucking him, cupping his balls in her hand to gently squeeze and tug. She felt his dick pulsing in her grip and knew he was approaching his climax. She fully intended to finish him off, but it seemed he had other plans.

“Jasmine, baby, that feels amazing, but I think it’s my turn to feast on you for a while.”

She sat up on her knees, looking at him through lust-heavy eyes and massaging her sore jaw. Her nipples stood erect, begging for his touch, but she wasn’t ready to surrender the reins to him just yet. “You sure? I’ll finish the job, I don’t mind swallowing.”

Tyson groaned, sitting up to pull her down to lay beside him on the bed, then kissed her almost roughly. “I’m gonna file what you just said, and the way you look right now, away in my brain for future use, both with you and most likely for ‘flying solo’ as well. You are the hottest, sexiest…” He kissed her again, seemingly unable to find the words to accurately describe the effect she had on him.

He was soon kneeling between her legs, gazing down as she lay spread before him. “Glorious,” he murmured. “Well, almost glorious.” He grasped the waistband of her panties and began tugging them down her legs. “These need to go.” Once the obtrusive article of clothing was removed, he remarked, “Now it’s perfect. You, my sweet Jasmine, are perfection.”

Placing a hand at each side of her head, he slowly lowered his body down to hers, meeting her lips for a kiss so sensual that they both moaned at its intensity. The kiss turned hungry, and Jasmine felt nearly ferocious with her need for him. Her hips bucked up against him, allowing his dick to slide deliciously against her wet folds. It wouldn’t take much for him to thrust, to be inside her, but it seemed he had something he wanted to do first.

“Not yet, Jassy.” His words were practically a purr. He trailed his hand down her body, dipping his fingertips to lightly skim across her clit and then a little deeper inside, before withdrawing them and licking them off. “Oh, sweetheart. I have to have some more of that.”

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