Two Short Stories and Three Very Short Stories Read Free

raised her fingers to my face. “Jasmine,” she said, her voice tight and her eyes bright with curiosity and need.
    “Come on!” I grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway to the room I’d slept in last night.
    She tugged me in the opposite direction.
    It took a couple of seconds to register where we were headed. She pulled open the door and pulled me inside. After all these years, I was, at long last, ending up in Alec Carpenter’s bed.
    I grinned as I yanked back the covers and pulled Emily beside me. She tumbled onto her belly and the smooth expanse of her back and lovely curvy butt inspired me. “Don’t move! I’ll be back in a minute.”
    I was down the hall to the bathroom and back with a jar of lavender lotion in less time than it takes to tell.
    “What are you doing?” Emily asked, looking over her shoulder as I walked through the doorway.
    She hadn’t moved.
    “Pleasuring you.” I squeezed out a dobbit of lotion and rubbed my hands together to warm it before easing my palms across her shoulders and down her back to the curve of her waist. She sighed with pleasure so I reached for the lotion again. I anointed her. Kissing her neck and shoulders as I stroked lotion into her back and arms. Fluttering my tongue on the soft pale skin behind her knees as I massaged her thighs and butt. She went limp and relaxed under my touch. Lovely. But I didn’t want her too loose. I needed her sweating with want as her body arched under me and her eyes blazed her need.
    I rested a hand on the curve of her hip and nudged. “Roll over.”
    Emily didn’t need asking twice. She flipped onto her back, giving me an uninterrupted view of her delicious, firm breasts. I ran my tongue up from her rib cage to her nipple and felt her excitement as I worked it between my lips. She gasped as I pulled it into my mouth and let out a slow moan of contentment as I worked my lips to her other nipple.
    “Don’t stop,” she whispered as I pulled away.
    “I won’t,” I promised.
    I could smell her arousal over the scent of lavender but I took my time, running my fingertips over her curves and tasting her skin. As I rested my hand on her bush, she was whimpering with need. I spread her legs with my shoulders and opened her with my fingertips, reveling in the scent of her sex. Gently I breathed on her moist flesh and ran the tip of my tongue from fore to aft. Her head came off the pillow with a jolt, and the eyes that met mine were wide as her cunt.
    “Jasmine!” It came out on the tail of a gasp. “There? No one ever…”
    Can’t say I was surprised. Alec always was a selfish bastard but… “Shhh.” I didn’t say anything else. My tongue was busy.
    She was sweet and fresh as morning and as ready as sunrise. I’d hoped to take longer but in minutes she climaxed with a series of little cries and frenzied jerks of her hips as frantic hands grasped my hair.
    She was still gasping, her breasts rising and falling with each pant, as I eased up the bed and took her face in both hands. I kissed her very gently, letting my lips linger before opening her mouth so she could taste the joy I’d given her. She was halfway to fainting when I let her go. I settled for gathering her close, delighting in her warmth and scent and, I have to be absolutely truthful, thrilled that I’d upstaged Alec.
    Nasty of me. Bitchy of me. But in the circumstances…
    “Jasmine?”
    “Yes.” I smiled at her as I ran my hand over her hair.
    “You haven’t come?’
    I shook my head. “Not yet.” It could wait. I was enjoying a different satisfaction.
    Emily disagreed. Propping herself on one elbow, she bent her head to my breast and carefully worked her way down. When she reached my cunt, she delved in with the enthusiasm and ardor of a convert. I came three times before she finally paused and I insisted we take a nap. She might not need a rest at her age, but I did.
    We slept the day and night around, waking as the early sun streamed in through the