She smiled for the first time. Jasmine went on tiptoe and pressed her breasts to his chest. “Yes. I’m very, very sure.”
Cameron lowered his hands and divested her of the nightgown, unable to believe her clothes had concealed such a lush body. Lowering his head, Cameron trailed kisses along the column of her neck, the hollow in her throat, while the lingering scent of her body wash wafted to his nostrils.
Bending slightly, he picked her up and placed her on the bed, his body following hers down to the firm mattress. His erection was so hard it was painful, yet he knew he had to go slow because Jasmine had been celibate for a long time. His hands and mouth charted every inch of her body like a blind sculptor who wanted to commit it to his memory. Cameron tasted her skin, inhaled her fragrance, and felt himself transported to another time and space where everything ceased to exist with exception of the woman whose soft moans and writhing threatened to have him ejaculate before he was inside her. He had wanted Jasmine for so long that he could not remember when he did not want her.
He found the condom in the pocket of the robe and tore the packet with his teeth, and then slipped the latex sheath over his tumescence. After pausing to take off the robe, he held his erection in one hand as he leaned over Jasmine. Her eyes were closed as her breasts rose and fell with every breath.
“Look at me, babe,” he crooned. She complied and opened her eyes. Cameron gave her a gentle smile. He wanted to see her face when they ceased to exist as separate entities. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”
Jasmine felt as if someone had touched her body with a lighted match. She was hot all over, the area between thighs throbbing with a need that had to be assuaged before she screamed at Cameron to take her and end the sensual torture.
“Stop talking and make love to me,” she whispered hoarsely. Seconds later, she gasped when she felt the pressure of Cameron’s penis as he pushed inside her. A small cry escaped her parted lips when her celibate flesh stretched to take all of him. Either she was too small or he was larger than the other two men she’d slept with.
It had taken less than ten seconds, but to Jasmine it felt like ten minutes, before her flesh yielded to the length and girth of his erection. The discomfort ended, replaced by pleasure she had long forgotten. Cameron’s hot breath in her ear and the soft groans coming from his throat turned her on as she rose off the bed to meet his measured thrusting. If she’d had to wait to make love with a man, then she was grateful that man was the one inside her. She gloried in the hard body atop hers, his swollen flesh sliding in and out of her wetness. A shiver of ecstasy washed over her, a moan slipping past her lips as she felt ready to climax. Finally letting go, her first orgasm took over, holding Jasmine captive before another Earth-shattering release rocked through her core, taking her straight to heaven.
* * *
Cameron took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out slowly as he tried not to ejaculate. He wanted this moment before taking his own pleasure. However, he could not stave off the inevitable as he surrendered to sensations shaking him from head to toe. What he’d just shared with Jasmine went beyond lovemaking. He had wanted Jasmine for so long that he could not remember when he did not want her, and now that he had her he knew it wasn’t as much lovemaking as a raw act of possession. The runaway beating of his heart slowed to a normal rhythm and, reluctantly he pulled out of her warm, wet body and slipped out of bed to discard the condom in the bathroom. He returned to the bed and lay beside Jasmine, rested an arm over his face, and then turned over and pulled her to his side.
He kissed her moist forehead. “You were incredible.”
Jasmine rested her leg over his as she snuggled closer. “So were you. I’m glad I waited.”
Cameron knew she was referring to their making love. “That goes double for me.”
He was glad Jasmine had waited for him to reintroduce her to passion, while he was glad he’d also waited for her. It had been months since he’d shared another woman’s bed.
He did not want to believe he had waited until he was almost fifty to find a woman who appealed to him in and out of bed. Jasmine shifted again, this time resting her head on his shoulder. Cameron, burying his face in the damp strands, said a silent vow. Now that he and Jasmine had shared the most intimate act possible he had no intention of letting her go. Those were his last thoughts before he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
* * *
Jasmine wrapped her arms around Cameron’s waist inside his jacket. He had wanted to stay the night but it wasn’t possible because he had to return to his hotel and pack for his flight later that evening.
They had fallen asleep, waking in the late afternoon to make love again—this time it was slow, measured, as if they wanted it to last forever. And when they climaxed at the same time they had become one together. However, she did not want to think of what she had shared with Cameron as more than two people coming together to release their pent-up sexual frustrations. Neither, in the throes of passion, had blurted out a declaration of love despite their making love.
“Text me when you touch down in New Orleans to let me know you arrived safely.”
Cameron angled his head and brushed a light kiss over her mouth. “I promise I will.”
Jasmine nodded. “Be safe.”
He gave her lingering look. “I will.”
Jasmine was standing in the same spot long after he’d walked through the door. Now that he was gone she felt as if she was able to draw a normal breath for the first time since stepping out of the taxi to see Cameron standing in front of the restaurant waiting for her arrival.
He possessed a quiet strength radiating power and confidence he had probably spent most of his life cultivating. Everything, including his speech and body language, was precise, measured. She’d watched his interaction with his fraternity brothers and although most were around the same age, Cameron appeared more mature. The chiming of her cell phone galvanized Jasmine into action when she went into the kitchen to answer the call. Nydia’s name popped up on the screen.
“Hola, mija. Que pasa?”
“That’s what I should be asking you, Jazz. How did it go with you and Daddy?”
“I’m going to put you on speaker because I want to make a cup of coffee. And to answer your question, everything went well. We had a wonderful weekend.”
“Tell me all about it.”
Jasmine told Nydia about taking Cameron to Long Island to visit with her aunt and uncle. “The yacht party was as you sayoff the chain.Booze flowed from the time we left the pier until we returned twelve hours later.”
“Coño!That’s crazy.”
