Essence of Jasmine

Looking up at the motel, Jasmine saw Patrick looking down at her. She decided that if she had to turn around right then, the overlarge smile that split his face in half would have made the trip worth it. She unbuckled her seat belt and ripped the door open, racing to him and jumping into his arms. The force of her body meeting his, coupled with the ice beneath his feet, caused him to slip; the two landed in a heap together. Between their kisses, she could hear him laughing happily. Once the merriment subsided, his kisses deepened as his hand crept under her shirt. Soon she was breathing heavy from the pleasure of his touch. After caressing her for a moment longer, he pulled back, looking at her before announcing in his heavy Irish accent that he had to get her inside. After adjusting himself, he stood up and then helped her to her feet. Opening the door to his room, Patrick pulled her in and began undressing her with an enthusiasm she had not experienced in a very long time. While he worked at her clothing, she managed to yank his shirt over his head. His pants, however, proved to be a bit more difficult, as his arousal made it next to impossible for her to unbutton them. He watched her for a time, amused; before long, however, the pressure must have been almost painful, as he decided to help her. After freeing him from his trousers, Jasmine's mouth began to water as she looked at his large erection. He wasn't as big as John, thankfully; he fit her perfectly, and she couldn't wait to have him inside of her. However, he had other plans, and he pushed her back on the bed to put them into action. "Oh my love, I want you inside me," she said, looking disappointed. He ran his tongue lightly over his upper lip as his eyes travelled hungrily down her body, his gaze locking on his intended destination. However, the answering smile at her words told her clearly that he could deny her nothing, and he offered a compromise. "I canna stand not to have my face buried deep inside you, tasting ye here," he said, moving his finger over her sensitive nerves in a sensuous massage as a preview of things to come. She closed her eyes to the onslaught of pleasure for a moment, but then agreed to his request by lying on her side and pulling his penis to her mouth. Pushing his hips towards her face with her palm, she then pulled his shaft between her lips. Before he could get his own mouth to the object of his desire, she began suckling him. As she took him into her mouth and then down her throat, he seemed to lose all thought regarding his former intentions, as he himself was lost in the sensations that she created. Because of the way he shuddered as his breathing quickened, Jasmine sensed the effect she had on him. She took pleasure in it, loving the power she had over him, able to make his body come alive with desire. As the initial overwhelming intensity coalesced into a more even and divine pleasure, he moved closer and flicked his tongue, tentatively stroking her most sensitive spot. All breath rushed out of her lungs, and she had to pause the suction she was applying to absorb the fierce sensations that gripped her before continuing where she left off. Eventually, the only sounds in the room were intermittent moans and continuous swishing of the bed sheets as the two writhed, making love with their mouths. As she continued her erotic tasting of Patrick, he also continued applying his own pressure, his tongue moving and flicking without pause. Soon, the pressure become so intense that she had to stop and cry out, “Patch! Inside me now!” through her gasping breaths. He was happy to oblige, wanting to spend his desire inside her feminine channel rather than her mouth. He quickly turned around and then entered her, the sensations causing them both to moan as he slowly rode her. He remembered what she liked, and soon they were both hovering on the edge. With one last thrust, he pounded into her deeply and, with their faces buried in each other’s necks, they both cried out. After being apart for so long, the two could do nothing but lie close to each other, enveloped within the other, while breathing in their lover's scent. After spending an endless amount of time holding each other, they surfaced. Staring into each other’s eyes, they were nearly breathless for having longed for a touch that did not come for far too long.