"Baby, go to sleep," he told her. "We can do stuff in the morning if you still want to."
"Mm. That's no fun," Jasmine replied, looking up at him with a pout. "I've seen every inch of you, Armaan. Don't you want to see every inch of me too? I promise it's very...very nice."
She didn't have to try and convince him of that. He was pretty sure it was nice. And more.
"Tomorrow," he said firmly.
"But it feels good tonight," she whined and ran her fingers through his hair. "God, Aaru, I'm so wet. Like I'm dripping down there right now."
He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, telling himself not to go there. No matter what she said or did, he wasn't going to cross that line with her. Not until she was sober.
"Please," she moaned, straining against him. "Touch me there. Make me come. I need...mmm...I need relief."
He tried to push her off but she clutched at him, placing soft, moist kisses along his neck and jaw, her breasts rubbing at him.
"Jas...I can't. You need to stop," he said, feeling like he could cry with the effort it took him to say no to her. God, why was this happening to him? Sex was like breathing to him and Jasmine Khan tempting him so blatantly on top of that was just too fucking much.
"I've never had a man's mouth over there," she confessed breathlessly.
Armaan stared at her. What was she saying? How could she be in her early twenties and yet never have experienced the pleasure of being eaten out by a guy? That didn't sound right at all.
"Baby, I promise that's going to be the first thing I do when we wake up tomorrow morning," he assured her.
Not that she would let him anywhere near her then.
"But I want it now," she huffed and then flipped over onto her back, raising her knees and causing her skirt to bunch around her hips. "God, I don't even know what an orgasm feels like. Why are such things forbidden in our culture? I mean, it feels good so why deny ourselves? And guess what? I don't know the first thing about masturbation either."
He almost choked at her words. Never been eaten out. Never touched herself. Never even climaxed? What kind of selfish idiot had she been involved with? It was disturbing and he hated that she judged herself this way for something as simple and as natural as self-pleasure. He could teach her but he wasn't in the right frame of mind to simply teach and not want to participate.
"I can't believe I have to beg a man to touch me over and over again and he still can't bring himself to do so," Jasmine said in a broken voice which killed whatever resolve he had left.
"Come here," he said, grabbing her wrist and giving it a tug. "Come and sit on my face."
She blinked at him uncertainly. "Ummm..."
"Don't think too much," growled, pulling her towards him. "Take your panties off. I'm going to show you what it's like to get eaten out."
Jasmine appeared delighted by his words. His heart was pounding as he contemplated what he was about to do. It was for her pleasure, right? It couldn't be a bad thing if he was doing it for her. She needed it. They would hash it out in the morning and figure out the part about morals and ethics later. Right now, he had a woman that was depending on him to bring her some satisfaction and he was not about to let her down.
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Utterly Enslaved
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Jasmine wasn't sure if she would even be able to stay upright due to how tipsy she was. His strong hands guided her towards his face and it was a strange, new experience for her. The room was semi-dark with low lighting somewhere in a corner so at least she was able to see clearly. As he bunched up her skirt, she braced herself against the headboard, trying not to fall on his face.
A giggle escaped her at first because of her clumsiness during such an important moment in her life; her first time being eaten out. But a few seconds later, it turned into a gasp. She was literally sitting on his face now as his arms wrapped around her thighs and his mouth latched itself onto her wet pussy.
"Oh." Her mouth opened at the raw, erotic feel of his lips, tongue and hard jaw putting pressure against the most sensitive part of her. "Oh my God."
It felt incredible. And torturous. But mostly incredible. Her eyes rolled back as she lost herself to the pleasure. His tongue stroked her clit, moved up and down, in and out and then in circles. He rubbed his jaw against her pussy and emitted hungry, lewd sounds that let her know how much he was enjoying himself.
"Ride my face, baby," came his muffled voice and Jasmine began to move her hips in an attempt to get more friction.
He was so accommodating, so enthusiastic about the act. His moans and muffled sounds of encouragement set fire to her already heated senses as she simply let herself go and surrendered to the pleasure.
"Fuck, Aaru," she said breathlessly. "That feels really good."
"Yeah? Feels really good, hmm?" More eating out noises and rubbing and grinding. "You like that, baby? You want me to make you come this way?"
"Uh-huh," she jerked out in agreement. "Yes, please."
He went to work again, harder than before while his hands massaged her ass. "Love how your pussy tastes, honey. Just love the taste of you. Give me some more of that."
Whatever he was doing or saying,
