Chapter 21

Her other hand explored his back, her nails lightly raking his skin as she pulled him closer. His body was a landscape of muscle and sinew, a testament to his youth and vitality. Jasmine felt a thrill of power, knowing that she could make him feel so good, so desperate for her touch.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their breaths coming in gasps as Jasmine’s hand worked him in long, slow strokes. She felt the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened beneath her fingertips. It was like they were two teenagers, discovering each other for the first time, all inhibitions forgotten.

Dante’s hand found her wetness, slipping easily between her thighs. Jasmine’s legs trembled as his fingers explored her, his touch sure and confident. He knew just how to make her moan, just how to make her pussy clench around his fingers. The water washed away the evidence of their desire, but the heat between them remained, growing stronger with every touch.

Their bodies moved in sync, a silent dance of passion that spoke louder than words. Jasmine’s hand tightened around his cock, her strokes matching the rhythm of his fingers. They were lost in each other, the world outside the shower forgotten.

Their kiss grew more frantic, their breaths mingling as Jasmine felt the beginnings of another orgasm building within her. She knew she was going to cum again, and the knowledge filled her with a sense of desperation that only made it more intense.

Dante’s hand left her pussy, his fingers finding her clit. Jasmine gasped into his mouth as he began to rub it in tight circles, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. She felt the pressure build, the warmth spreading from her core outwards.

And then, with a cry, Jasmine’s body shuddered with the force of her climax. Her legs gave out, and Dante caught her, holding her up as she trembled in his arms. Jasmine’s eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Dante stepped back, his cock pulsing with the need to be inside her again. He turned Jasmine around, the water still beating down on their bodies. Jasmine looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his, the understanding passing between them. Without a word, she leaned forward, placing both hands flat against the tiles of the shower wall.

Her legs spread slightly, and she arched her back, offering herself to him. Jasmine felt the cool air of the bathroom caress her soaked pussy, the sensation making her shiver. She was so exposed, so vulnerable, but the desire was too strong to ignore.

Dante’s hands came down on her hips, his grip firm and possessive. Jasmine’s breath hitched as she felt his cock press against her entrance, the tip slipping through her folds. And then, with a gentle push, he was inside her again.

The feeling was almost too much to bear. Jasmine’s pussy clamped down on him, the walls contracting around him in a way that was both painful and exquisite. She could feel every inch of his cock, the way it filled her up and made her feel so incredibly full.

He began to move, his hips rocking into hers in a slow, steady rhythm. Jasmine’s moans echoed off the tiles, the sound of the water muffling their cries of pleasure. She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

Her eyes closed, Jasmine’s head falling forward as she focused on the sensation. The water cascaded down her back, mingling with their juices, making it impossible to tell where she ended and he began. She felt like she was floating, her body a vessel for his desire.

For the first time in years, Jasmine was truly being fucked. Not the perfunctory lovemaking with her husband, but taken with the passion and hunger of a man who craved her completely. And it was her son, filling her with a sense of both guilt and exhilaration that only served to heighten the intensity of the moment.

Jasmine’s hips began to move, pushing back against him, meeting his every thrust with eager anticipation. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, the feeling of being claimed so utterly and completely by someone she had raised. She moaned, the sound lost in the rush of the water, her body moving in time with him.