Revved Up Soul

Chapter 9

Jasmine

Luke leaned against Jasmine for most of the ride. Since she could not persuade him to give up an address, she decided to take him back to her home – of which they were only a few blocks away now, the cab turning onto 13th street.

Jasmine's raven black hair was pushed to her right, still wet from earlier. Her nipples were well defined against her wet dress; thankfully Luke didn't seem to notice. She stroked his head affectionately, her fingers running through his wet hair as he breathed heavily – it felt good, no, amazing to have him so close. "Luke," she crooned, holding the back of his head and casting her gaze downward and to the side.

I'm so sorry, she thought. She wanted to say the words, but she feared that she might go into a fit of bawling if the words left her lips. "I missed you," she confided instead.

Luke drunkenly shifted against his newfound favorite pillow, mumbling the words quickly, "I missed you too."

She stroked the back of the man's head with her thumb, giving it gentle little circles of attention. Her lips curled into a thin smile before her eyes wandered down to the man's crotch, noticing a particular bulge in his pants. It was an impressive bulge, to say the least, her eyes widened a bit and desire curled in her belly. She felt her throat swell with devil's love and her nipples stiffen against her wet dress, the ends of them tingling – she became painfully aware of them in that moment.

Her breathing quickened and became heavy; she wanted so badly to reach her hand to the mast that was standing at attention just below those soaked jeans.

But she resisted.

After several moments of ogling Luke's equipment and trying to think of something besides dirty thoughts, the two arrived at Jasmine's apartment. With the help of the cabbie and what remained of Luke's coherence, she managed to get him inside and lock the door, nearly collapsing several times as she brought him to her bed.

Luke fidgeted uncomfortably in the bed. Was he having nightmares? He groaned, "Don't go," he said, but she couldn't understand if he was referring to her or someone else.

Jasmine padded away and grabbed a quick change of clothes and made her way to the bathroom. Once she was inside, she let out a long winded sigh and stripped until she was bare, her nipples still hard as rocks in the mirror. She found her fingers trailing down her chest, between her sensitive and beautiful mounds, falling to the bone of her womanhood – a tiny landing strip guiding her to the lips of her sex.

Rubbing her fingers against her pussy, she gasped low to herself, surprised at her own wetness – her nipples aching with a pleasure after touching herself. She swallowed and sucked in a deep breath before pulling herself away and jumping into the shower. After getting out she changed into her PJ's.

Jasmine grabbed a towel and went back to the master bedroom, wrestling with Luke's jeans. She successfully pulled them off and tossed them to the side, his erection pressing up hard against his white boxer briefs. She closed her eyes for a moment before putting the towel over his crotch and ever so carefully removing the boxer briefs.

After the hard part was over, she struggled for another good minute getting rid of his shirt. He had an amazing chest, well defined muscles and a sexy patch of chest hair – her eyes slowly trailed downwards where she could see a pathway of fuzz that led to his mast. Bringing herself back down, she then covered him up as best she could with her thick black blankets and propped his head against one of her memory foam pillows.

Jasmine gave him one last solemn look, "Sleep easy, steel cowboy," she turned on her heel and flicked off the lights, closing the door behind her and collapsing against her couch.