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Part 15
Philip liked the feeling of
holding Jasmine, he liked it a great deal, and somehow she fitted
into his arms. He just held her for a long moment, until he
realised that she was shaking lightly. Very gently he pulled
away slightly, and as she looked up at him he saw that she was
crying. He was surprised and anxiety showed on his face immediately.
"Don't worry, darling,"
his companion said very quickly, "I'm just being emotional."
She smiled at him through her
tears and wiped them away with the back of her hand.
"It's just a female Guide
thing," she laughed at her own words, but she couldn't
quite remove the expression from Philip's face.
He wanted to understand, and
he was not going to be brushed off with half answers.
"Are you okay?" he
asked, unable to think of much else to say.
"I'm fine," she told
him, bringing herself into check, "I've been alone so long,
I never expected this, and it's so ... wonderful."
With lips as soft as rose petals,
she kissed his hand.
"You have more important
things to worry about than why I'm crying," she said lightly,
and when she looked back at him this time there was a tender
mischief in her eyes. "Like why you have so many clothes
on."
Philip actually looked rather
shocked when she undid the bow in the belt of his robe, and
Jas found this delightful. His expression changed to one of
perfect comprehension as his conscious brain finally caught
up with the fact that this would be happening *now*. It really
had never quite occurred to him that they'd be doing anything
but talking. He'd worn boxers and a T-shirt to bed and Jasmine's
small hands ran over the outside of the top, up onto his shoulders,
pushing away the robe as she went. He let it fall to the floor
as it reached the point of no return and then he ran his own
hands under her garment.
Jas just lay her hands flat
on his chest for a moment and closed her eyes as his fingers
moved lightly around her waist and over the base of her spine.
She leaned back into the sensation, enjoying his touch. This
woman had watched life from a distance for a very long time,
she had learned the different ways humans chose to come together,
but experiencing was an entirely different matter. She had memories
from other Guides, she could see life through their eyes, but
this was her body, her time, and the real contact was so much
sweeter.
There was a fire inside her,
she could feel it's heat and it spread throughout her whole
form. It was as if just the merest touch brought her alive and
she wanted to feel more of him.
Her fingers were very fast
as they took the bottom of Philip's slightly baggy T-shirt.
Pulling it upwards was no problem, and her companion took it
the rest of the way once she had started the procedure. It was
as he was just easing it over his head that she ran her nails
down the side of one pectoral muscle and he almost lost his
balance completely. The act sent shivers running from his chest
to every erogenous zone in his body and he blinked at her as
he literally threw the shirt aside. Jas just smiled sweetly
and did it again.
The look of ecstasy on his
face told her everything she needed to know, and quite suddenly
she decided to take charge. With a sly grin she turned away
from him and climbed onto the bed, and proceeded to drape herself
across it in a most alluring manner. Leaning on one elbow she
patted the space she had left and Philip sat down. It didn't
take a great deal of coaxing to push him down on his back and
then Jasmine climbed astride him. Her robe brushed his skin,
feather light and he shivered as he beheld the fullness of her
womanhood.
His eyes travelled the length
of her lithe body, following the contours of her pert breasts,
lower over the slightly curving stomach, down to the mass of
curly hair that was as black as midnight. She could feel his
arousal, separated from her by the thin cloth of his shorts,
but she'd get to those eventually. For now she was interested
in other parts of his anatomy. Jas had long, rounded nails and
she was going to put them to good use.
With the index finger of each
hand she began to draw slow, gentle lines from Philip's shoulders,
down the line of his well formed muscles. He closed his eyes
and let the feeling wash over him. As she reached his ribs her
other fingers came into play, and she moved them in long sweeping
lines along his flesh. The young man was in heaven and he murmured
his satisfaction. Jasmine's nails worked intricate patterns
into his flesh, moving lightly, but leaving short lived, white
trails. Her digits teased, moving all over his torso, coming
close to sensitive areas, but just stopping short. Then her
hands started to move in large circles across the top of his
chest. On each revolution the tips of her fingers moved closer
to his hard, aroused nipples, building anticipation with every
touch. One by one she reduced the number of nails she was using
and slipped that one millimetre closer. When finally she flicked
the sensitive skin with the very ends of her index fingers,
Philip shuddered with pleasure.
Jasmine wasn't finished there
though. She smiled down at him as he opened his eyes, and then
slowly she leant forward. With one hand she gently stroked the
left side of his chest, and the other she covered in tiny, feather
light kisses. His arms came up and entwined her as she ever
so slowly ran her tongue over the proud nipple. With a touch,
almost as light as hers, Philip ran his fingers down the back
of her neck, under the edge of her robe. For a moment she paused
and let him play a melody of sensation on her skin, and then,
thoroughly in tune with his orchestra, she continued her own
sonata. As she swapped her ministrations to the other side of
his chest, he slipped his other hand up over her back and gently
held her.
For now, Jas was moving upwards,
and leaving a line of kisses behind she worked her way up the
side of his neck, across his jaw line, and eventually to the
sensuous mouth. He pulled her close as lips parted and tongue
sought tongue. Her hands pushed through his hair as her body
flattened against his. This woman may have been small, but there
was plenty of power in the frame that rested against Philip's.
Deep passionate kisses consumed them both, until gradually she
pulled back, changing instead to exploring just his lips, and
then she bit him. The nip was firm, but not meant to hurt and
she sat up quickly, looking to see the expression on his face.
He was smiling back and she needed no more encouragement.
Philip wanted to give back
some of the pleasure she was giving him, and as she lay back
down, choosing his ear as her next target, he ran one hand down
the back of her right leg. She murmured at the sensation and
moved to give him easier access. As she nibbled the edge of
his ear, he gently stroked the eaught muscle in her thigh. It
was all very gentle foreplay, that was until Jas moved back
down to her lover's neck and bit him again. In response his
hand clenched slightly and his nails dug in slightly.
[[Oh, that's good,]] Jasmine's
voice sounded in his mind.
[[Playing rough?]] was the
response.
[[Let's just say, this pussy
cat has claws,]] she sent back.
Philip never had a chance to
reply as Jas proceeded to nip her way down to his shoulder.
His answer was to run his nails down her leg and the limb all
but collapsed.
[[Right,]] she threw into his
mind.
The young woman had taken the
move as a challenge. Her lover just surrendered completely as
her teeth moved from his arm to his chest, and where she had
placed kisses she put not so gentle bites. She never went to
hurt him, but the slight pressure was more than a little stimulating.
Her fingers clawed at his upper chest as her mouth moved lower
and all he could do was shiver under her touch. As she moved
far enough down the bed to be sitting on her legs she shifted
back to the side and deftly played with the top edge of his
shorts as her right hand ran down the inside of his thigh. She
let her eyes run the full length of his body as a playful expression
appeared on her face.
[[Not yet,]] she decided lightly,
and went to work on his legs instead.
Muscles Philip didn't know
were tense, suddenly found themselves the subject of Jasmine's
attention and she made them sing. She turned his entire body
into one big erogenous zone, and all he could do was enjoy it.
When she moved back onto his chest, however, he knew he couldn't
take much more, not without leaving her way behind. As she rubbed
gently against him for the hundredth time he decided to take
over.
[[Enough,]] he told her, and
gently flipped her onto her back, [[I think you need some attention.]]
She looked into his pale eyes
and saw them smiling at her.
[[If you say so,]] she responded,
and relaxed back onto the bed.
His touch was almost too gentle
as his mouth brushed her skin. She arched her back to bring
him closer and he brought one hand up to cup her breast firmly.
One leg came over to slide between her thighs and flesh brushed
against flesh. Her reaction was to moan and let him continue:
he obviously knew what he was doing. Her knees relaxed apart
and as his lips caressed her upper body, his leg tantalised
her lower regions. She never even noticed that as his hand traced
a line down her side it suddenly lost contact. Only as she felt
something sliding from beneath her did she realise that he was
engaged anywhere but with her. She turned her head to see that
he had gathered the belt of her robe in one hand.
He twisted slightly and much
to her surprise slipped his hand under her left leg. Waves of
pleasure erupted within her as he slid the silk up the inside
of her thigh. Her abdomen rose off the bed as she reacted instinctively
to the sensation and Philip's face turned away as he watched
the path of his limb. Jas could feel that he was smiling as
he let his head rest on the curve of her stomach. Just as he
reached the top of her leg he changed the direction of the silk
and skirted neatly around the dark, curly hair, and pushing
himself up with his other arm, ran the material over the area
just below her navel. He let the ribbon of material fall loose
and then he dragged it up between her breasts. Jas simply melted
with a sigh of perfect bliss.
Philip ran the cloth over her
torso and legs a few more times, watching her bask in the whole
sensation. When he thought she was just about ready he ran it
down that little bit lower and it dropped gently between her
thighs. She gasped and shivered slightly at the feeling and
the tension in her body was obvious. With a small smile her
lover slowly pulled the material back. Her breath caught in
her throat as the silk slipped over her and the tight warmth
at her core literally exploded. She shook and grabbed for Philip's
arm as the orgasm took her, and Jasmine revelled in the stimulation.
She'd had no idea that he could bring her to the edge quite
so easily, and yet, even as the spasms receded, she wanted more.
As she opened her eyes there
was a hunger in them and Philip needed no urging to remove his
last item of clothing. The shorts went sailing onto the floor
with little or no hassle and Jas pushed him down onto the bed.
This time when she straddled him there was no cloth to get in
the way and hot skin found moist, warm flesh. She was more than
ready for him and his hands cradled her waist as she slowly
rubbed her damp core against him. For someone who had no practical
experience she was definitely putting the theory to work. He
was hard and firm against her, and she slowly raised herself
up into more or less the right position. Then with even pressure
she pushed herself down on him, and man and woman slipped together
as one. Both groaned at the sensation and Jas pulled away, wanting
to experience the feeling of him sliding inside her again. Her
hands pushed on his chest as she moved and he manoeuvred his
hips for perfect positioning.
They began to move in a gentle
rhythm, gauging each other's pleasure as they did so. Philip
pushed into her and she down on him, and they pulled apart.
Time and again flesh met in concord as they reached for climax.
[[Open your mind,]] Jas' voice
sounded almost desperate in Philip's head as her body threatened
to take away any control she had of her thoughts.
Her lover couldn't even formulate
a reply, but his instincts knew what to do even if his brain
wasn't quite sure. Just as they both surrendered to the zenith
of sexual experience he let go of any barriers his mind held
against the world. As two bodies spasmed in one accord, two
minds fused and the couple shared each other's pleasure.
When they came back to themselves,
Jas was sprawled across Philip like a life-size ragdoll, and
it was only slowly that she sat up. She liked the feeling of
closeness as she sat there, but as he smiled at her she slowly
climbed off.
"My love," she said
quietly as they lay, still, for a moment, "your talents
were wasted in celibacy."
He smiled at that and his hand
slipped down her side, over her hip.
"Practice makes perfect,"
he told her lightly.
End
of Part 15
