Nick let himself into Jasmine’s place and found her in bed with her laptop in her lap. She looked up and immediately put it aside and opened her arms to him. He went blindly into them. His eyes stung at the relief of having this woman to share this heartbreak with.
“How is she?” Jasmine asked concern lacing her voice. He was relieved to hear it. Finally she really seemed to have gotten over her jealousy for Stacey.
“She seems broken. I’ve never seen her like this. She always tackles everything head on and she’s acting like she just wants to lie down and die.” Nick shook his head. “I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose her Jasmine.” Nick felt close to tears and didn’t want to give into that with Jasmine especially since she was just beginning to trust the platonic nature of his friendship with Stacey.
Jasmine held him tighter and he felt the soft curves of her feminine form. He needed to be with her now! He pulled her into a hungry kiss, feeling the need to affirm that he was alive with the woman he loved. He kissed her deeply his tongue imitating the carnal dance their bodies were about to do. She tasted so sweet and gave eagerly back to him, like she knew exactly what he needed.
He worried the kiss was an attack, but it was mutual. Her fingers curled against his scalp pulling him closer. It felt as though they couldn’t get close enough. Nick tried to disrobe without breaking the kiss but his t- shirt had to come off over his head and there was no question that he had to be naked with Jasmine. There must be no barriers between them in this.
He hoped he wasn’t scaring her with his intensity. He looked deep into her eyes and saw nothing but desire and love mirrored back in them. This woman was his perfect mate. She always gave as good as she got. He smiled down at her as he reconnected the kiss. The fire was building stronger. He wanted to be deep inside her now, but wanted to make sure she was ready too. He pulled up her silk night gown to find her completely naked underneath and smiled as she gasped at the cool air hitting her skin.
He kissed his way down her neck knowing his five o’clock shadow was tickling her. She squirmed but stayed close to the contact of his lips against her skin. She moaned deep in her throat at the erotic sensation. He loved that she was so vocally responsive.
Her breasts were so perfect, and they were just the right size. He was a firm believer that more than a handful was a waste. He caressed her intimately, enjoying her erotic vocal responses. He slid his hand down Jasmine’s body, exploring the soft satiny surface of her skin. Nick could wait no longer; he buried himself deep inside her warmth.
Their rhythm was perfect. Their bodies melded together in wondrous accord. Jasmine whimpered in need and Nick held onto tight control; wanting to make sure she reached her completion. Each touch and stroke was exactly what the other one needed. Their bodies playing a symphony that reached its fulfilling crescendo.
They both collapsed in a heap. Nick squeezed Jasmine and pulled her into a spooning position, her long limbs tangled with his. He slipped from her warmth, but stayed close and kissed her neck and shoulders.
Jasmine was perfect. Nick wanted to marry her, but didn’t want her to think that it was in response to Stacey’s situation. So he kept the proposal that had been on his lips silent.