Rubbing Her To Orgasm.

Chapter 18.

Jasmine’s body twitched, pussy burning with more desires than she could let out.

Her lips trembled, his fingers burning her skin.

Then slowly, he slipped his hand into her pants.

Her breath hitched and she sucked in some breaths, so his hand could move down smoothly.

Jerald’s lips parted, at the softness of her skin. His hand grazed her thighs, fingers feeling the heat between.

His throat bubbled as he let down a deep swallow. He should stop. He should have put himself together and pulled away from her, but he couldn’t.

His hand moved between her thighs, and he parted them gently.

His fingers were shaking slightly, not from fear—but from restraint. Every brush of his hand against her thighs sent sharp currents straight to his groin. He could barely hold back.

Jasmine let out a soft uneven sound. Her heart thrummed softly, beating rapidly as curiosity wrapped around her breaths like a fog.

She didn’t know what part of her ached more—her chest, where her heart beat so wildly she thought he’d hear it—or between her thighs, where wetness soaked her.

Then all of a sudden, she felt it—the gentle graze of his finger against her already damp panties.

Her skin prickled, scorching from the gentle touch.

“Ummm…” she let out before she could even try, biting her lips hard to suppress the moan.

Her knees weakened, toes clenching in her slippers. Her mind blanked, hazy with lust, shame, and unexplainable longing.

Jerald twitched his head, easing the muscles there.

His eyes darkened, lips planting a gentle kiss against her nape.

She was wet for him? Her thighs, pants—damp. For him?

Urugh! His throat tightened, fingers twitching to rip her panties off, to spread her legs wide, and then to bury every fucking inch of his cock into her tight hole.

The temptation was a demon and it whispered filth in his ear.

“You are wet,” he mumbled against her neck, and the hot breath prickled Jasmine’s skin.

Her head fell into a slow nod, dropping frantically as though he could see her.

She didn’t trust her voice to say yes. She couldn’t. Her breaths were too shallow, her throat too tight with want.

Jerald moved his hand against her lacy pants.

“Urgh!!!” he groaned between gritted teeth, muscles locking.

Fuck! She was an ocean already and! Heavens! He loved oceans! He loved women that dripped from the sound of his voice.

Her scent. Her heat. It pulled his cock to full length, hard and throbbing behind his joggers.

His fingers moved, rubbing gently on her panty-clad pussy.

Jasmine arched at the feeling of his finger. Her body tightened, pleasure seeping into her as he rubbed softly, pressing gently and letting her feel every fucking inch of the sensation.

She nearly whimpered. Her body screamed for more. Her thighs twitched, hips flexing forward for more of his touch.

Her toes curled, pleasure building within her, but she bit harder on her lower lip, unwilling to let him see the part of her that broke from being touched by her master.

She couldn’t let him know just how much she needed it. She couldn't let him know just how much his fingers drove her to the insane edge of hunger.

Jerald’s muscle twitched, his jaws tightening at every rub he made on her clit.

He could feel it. The buildup of pleasure within her. It was in every soft gasp, every uneven breath, and every throb her clit made against his fingers.

His cock twitched, his cap desiring anything. Perhaps her entrance.

He imagined what her walls would feel like—tight, soaked, pulsing.

His body burned, muscle twitching!

His fingers moved, circling her clit while kissing every damn place his lips could reach.

He needed her. Every bit of her. Her taste, her sounds, her trembling body falling apart for him.

Jasmine’s voice broke into a soft gasp.

Her back arched. “Ummm…”

She moaned, the word slipping out of her lips before she could stop herself.

His fingers moved sensually, building up something familiar against her spine.

Her body trembled, eyes sliding gently.

“Oh…” she mumbled, lips parting wider.

Her body loosened to his fingers, and she felt the soft crash of waves and the build-up of sexual ripples.

Her chest lifted and dropped, her lungs struggling for breath as her fingers dug into the wall.

She held on to reality with the tips of her fingers.

Her fingers dug deeper into the wall as she felt the pleasure building in slowly.

Her head dipped backward.

“Yes… ummmm…”

Her moan came out soft, yet frantic.

Her knees buckled, stomach twitching with tiny million sparkles.

She needed this… this orgasm that was building up. She…

A sharp, pleasurable wail tore past her lips.

“Arghhhh!!!”

“Yes!!!”

“Ummm….”

Her lips trembled, she barely knew how to moan his name.

It felt like electricity was dancing beneath her skin. Her mind was gone, floating somewhere above her, lost in heat and hunger.

Jerald’s finger moved, stimulating her clit with a frequency he refused to believe he had.

His temple twitched. Jaws tightening.

She was going to cum. She was going to cum on his fucking fingers. No. He couldn’t let it. He couldn’t let her shatter on his fingers. His thirst for her was too much. If she shattered around him, the memories would stick, it would stick with him, and he would come back every fucking time. His mind spiraled. If he gave her this, he would never be able to share it with another.

The tension in the air cracked. Jasmine’s voice echoed through the room, coming out in soft, uneven breaths.

She was going to cum.

Her toes curled, and her skin burned. She could feel it. The orgasm that was building up like an earth-shattering— urgh!

Her back arched, clit pressing against his fingers. Then he pulled away. Very swiftly. Without a warning. Leaving her hanging on no threads.

Jasmine’s eyes snapped open, lips still parted.

She stared at him… eyes moving absently over his. Demanding answers her mouth couldn't.

“That is your punishment for questioning me.”

Out of context, but that was the only reason he could come up with. She was messing with his damn mind, the thought of her, his needs for her, and the desire to bury every inch of him in her were becoming too persistent. He couldn't let it.

Jasmine stared at him, dumbfounded. Her pussy clenched. Burning and aching for more than just his touch.

But she didn’t say a word, she just stood there staring at him with the soft irritation that was starting to build up in her.

Her body still vibrated, the denied orgasm thrashing in her veins like fire denied release.

“When next I ask a question…” his hand moved to her face, and he tugged behind her ear a stubborn strand of hair. “Do not question me. Now go back to your room.”

Jasmine’s eyes darkened, mirroring an emotion Jerald could best describe as anger.

“Asshole!” she cursed, lowering herself to the ground where she grabbed her bag and walked out on him, every step radiating want and desire for more.

Jerald moved his thumb to his lips, rubbing gently from it.

The scent of her pussy filled his nostrils. And he watched her walk so bitchly until she was no longer visible.

Her hips swayed like a threat. Like a challenge. Like unfinished business.

Jerald’s lips curled, and he smirked.

“Such a feisty little lamb.”

His eyes closed, and he took a gentle sniff of her from his fingers.

“Ummm… so fucking nice.”

His eyes darted to the watch on his wrist.

“Shit!” He cursed, teeth gritting.

The preparation for the banquet.