12. Jasmine

Chapter twelve

Jasmine

I didn't think he would take so much time over this. He made my virginity sound like it wasn't a big deal, and yet the amount of attention he's giving me is making me feel quite special. Even with me screaming for him to get on with it.

His touch has awakened something in me that I have been trying to resist for so long. Now I'm hot and wet and mewling like a kitten.

"Are you ready for me?" His cock pushes against my opening and I close my eyes. Goodbye, virginity.

"No," I growl at this master procrastinator. "No bananas!"

"Good girl." He moves behind me. "Roll over, lie on your back."

I turn around, lying under him, my legs parted ready for him. His cock pushes inside, stretching me with a hint of pain. I never shy away from pain, it wasn't that stopping me from committing. His grip on my hips tightens as he moves faster, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

I can feel his breath on my neck and his lips against my skin as he moans in pleasure. I find myself getting lost in the sensation and the sound of our bodies coming together.

He keeps pushing; there seems to be no end to his length, no limit to what I can take. His thighs slap against my arse in one last breathtaking thrust before he pulls out. I gasp for air as I try to catch my breath, but he doesn't give me a chance. He spreads my legs wider and pushes back into me, this time hitting a spot that makes me cry out in ecstasy.

Oh. My. God.

This is nothing like my vibrator.

This is so much better than my vibrator!

I feel alive, on fire, tingling with need.

"Still want me over that banana?"

"Fuck you and fuck the banana." And fucking keep fucking me.

He continues to move relentlessly, driving me towards the edge with each thrust. I feel myself unravelling beneath him, giving into the pleasure and forgetting all about the horror that brought me here.

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside as I meet his rhythm with my own desperate movements. We are both lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure coursing through our bodies.

And then it hits me like a tidal wave… an intense orgasm that leaves me trembling and crying out his name. He follows shortly after, his body tensing before he collapses on top of me.

We lay there for a few moments, still joined together as we catch our breaths.In that momentary bliss, all thoughts of my past disappear from my mind.

I push him off of me abruptly and sit up on the bed, trying to regain some semblance of control over my emotions. He watches me, an amused grin on his face.

"Do you want to stay like this?" He questions softly, his hands gently caressing my breasts.

I don't know. I felt so good a moment ago and now I feel empty. I want that feeling back. I want sex with him again. Amazing great sex.

Does wanting more make me a whore?

"I'm not a whore!" I twist my head to yell at him, which is a little unfair, as he wasn't party to the discussion in my head. I owe him more of an explanation. "Just because I dance for a living doesn't mean that I am willing to fuck anyone just because." I finish with a sob. This just isn't fair. I work hard and take care of myself the best I can. I'm a good person.

"This is just the come down after great sex." Zane leans over me, his weight rests on the bed to my side. "I don't think you're a whore," he whispers as he licks the shell of my ear. My whole body shivers, and I have to physically stop my hips from grinding into him.

"Losing your virginity doesn't make you a whore." His teeth bite down on my lobe and the moan I was trying to suppress slips out.

"But I want it again."

"Such a good girl."

I groan at how good his words make me feel.

"Rest now. I'll stay with you until you tell me to go. Enjoy your time in my home while I keep you safe. When you wake, we'll shower and eat lunch. Afterwards, we can discuss this situation and anything else you want."

There can't be much of this morning left, but I can't deny feeling worn and satisfied.