Getting to the Love Below - A Sensual Erotic Romance Short Story from Steam Books (3 page)

“Take a seat over there,” he ordered Jasmine as he pointed toward the opposite end of the ledge where a blanket had been spread out on a seating area nestled in the corner perfect for the both of them to cuddle and stretch out on while still getting a view through the decorative railing.

Jasmine turned back to Peter before walking over to the corner as she said, “So, I guess you thought of everything, huh? This is so perfect, babe.”

As Jasmine seductively headed to the corner he had prepared for a romantic evening for them both, he bent over to take off the remainder of his evening attire, undressing himself down to only his briefs. Jasmine sat up on the ledge of the blanketed area with her legs crossed, watching Peter walk over to her. She leaned back as he gently uncrossed her legs and lifted each foot up to take off each strappy heel before giving Jasmine her next command.

“Lay back.”

Jasmine did as she was told as she gently lay back and let Peter lift her legs up with the heel of each foot resting on each side of his shoulder. He grabbed her left foot and began to suck her toes. Jasmine moaned with pleasure as she took in Peter doing something that he had never done to her before.

His hands continued to lightly glide down her curvy legs as his lips began to follow. With Jasmine’s legs already extended, her thong-covered bottom was already in plain view for him to see. As Peter began to try to pull her dress up past Jasmine’s top half, she leaned up enough to help him get the dress off, revealing her sheer, black bra and matching sheer thongs.

Peter pulled up one of the ottomans to rest his knees on while directly facing Jasmine’s crotch as she unfastened her bra, and her breasts bounced out, free of their restraints. The sight of her hardened dark brown nipples and beautiful, bouncy breasts above him turned Peter on even more.

As Peter aggressively pulled Jasmine’s thong down, he positioned her legs, now bent at the knee, on his shoulders and spread them apart like wings as he leaned in. He gently rubbed his nose against her clitoris; he then began to also use his middle finger to enter her as Jasmine’s light, whispery moans began to rise with each movement in and out with his finger.

As Peter continued to let Jasmine’s wet pussy take over grasping his finger, he extended his tongue and began licking her directly on her swollen clitoris, which caused Jasmine’s legs to start shaking uncontrollably.

“Aww, baby—oh, how I’ve missed this shit. Damn, this feels so good!” Jasmine moaned out, sounding as she was almost in tears from the pleasure.

Peter continued to lick and suck on her clitoris while attempting to press her bent legs farther apart as Jasmine continued to shake and spasm, not able to control the positioning of her legs.

“Nuh, uh,” Peter told her, “Keep your legs spread so I can get in deep in this sweet, juicy pussy. Damn, I’ve missed it too, baby!”

Peter then used his tongue to take over where his finger left off, first teasing her as he lightly used it to poke inside, but then pressing his face further inside her crotch and pushing his curled tongue deeper inside.

Jasmine instinctively grabbed Peter’s head with both hands, pressing him in even further. Jasmine’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as Peter continued to feast on her pussy as if it was his last meal. And just when she thought it couldn’t get any better or wetter, Jasmine begin to feel Peter’s finger entering her ass.

This was definitely something she was unfamiliar with, but the intensity from him licking, sucking, poking and prodding all openings down below caused her to have the hardest and most explosive orgasm ever: one she could never fake in a million years.

After 15 more minutes of the oral attention that Peter gave her, she had totally forgotten about any dick action from him—Peter had not, though, and he was ready for her.

“You ready for this dick?”

“Oh my goodness…yes, baby!” Jasmine responded wrapping her arms around Peter’s neck bringing him in for a kiss. She got even more turned on from the smell and taste of herself all over his mouth.

As they continued to kiss passionately, Peter leaned himself onto her, causing her to spread her legs apart. As he entered her missionary style, Jasmine wrapped her legs around his waist, joining in the motion and helping him to ride her even deeper.

Peter was already long and thick, so with the both of them joining in the rhythm, it did not take long for Jasmine to climax again with Peter coming shortly after her. Peter collapsed on top of her for a few seconds before lying on his side, watching Jasmine’s chest rise up and fall down as she tried to catch her breath.

The breeze upon their bodies was refreshing to them as it cooled off their still sensitive-to-the-touch skin.

“Baby, I swear to you that I have never come like that before in my life! Oh, that was so damn good,” Jasmine exclaimed to Peter as she ran her fingers across his broad chest.

“You’re not just saying that are you?” Peter asked, being well aware that Jasmine meant what she said because he had never witnessed her body react in that manner before. He knew, without a doubt, that she wasn’t faking anything this time around.

“Not at all, baby. I mean it. You got me hooked, baby!”

They both laughed and continued to relax out on the balcony the rest of the evening. Peter brought a bottle of wine and the rest of Jasmine’s gifts and trinkets out to the balcony for them to enjoy by candlelight, and they eventually fell asleep under the stars while cuddling and enjoying one another’s company.

Jasmine had the best sleep she had experienced in months, not even being awakened by Peter’s snoring that night. When she awoke the next morning before Peter, Jasmine realized her timing was perfect as the sun was preparing to rise.

She was almost tempted to wake Peter to watch the sunrise with her but she decided against it and took a peaceful moment to herself to reflect upon turning another year old. She lightly kissed Peter on the cheek and smiled as she watched him sleep and get his rest. It was much deserved for the love Peter had given her—not just the previous night but from the time he entered her life a year ago, and she looked forward to what was to come.

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by Marcus Williams

I never thought I’d end up here. No matter how many times I played it over and over in my mind, I never thought this day would actually come. I had surprised not only myself, but my family and friends, too, just like William had surprised his. It looked like we’d made it, but we weren’t without a few more problems along the way.

It was finally time – time to become Mrs Greyson despite all the ups and downs we’d endured to get here. It was happening, I was going to marry William and live happily ever after in the Hamptons. I arrived as a maid looking for a job with perks and I ended up the bride of one of the richest men around.

The music began to play, the red carpet was lined with rose petals and our families stood up either side. I slowly began to pace down, looking toward my family on the left and then towards his on the right.

It was then I noticed those who weren’t wearing smiles across their faces. My brother was frowning, my aunty was shaking her head, his parents were emotionless and his friends were talking amongst themselves. I’d finally come to terms with me and William’s differences, and were so over them that it never crossed my mind that our families now had to do the same – I hoped they’d get along for the sake of our marriage.

It felt like a war was breaking out with every step I took. I could see the static between the two sides, feel the electricity being discharged both ways as I held onto my bundle of white roses and kept a smile painted on my face. All I had to do was make it to William, tell him I love him, and then hopefully all of this dumb feuding would end.

Hopefully.

Even the priest who stood above us all on his pedestal looked worried, looking down on us with his almighty judgement, I could see a twinkle in his eyes that showed some degree of discomfort. I just wanted to be with the man I loved, despite race and despite class – why was this so hard? Why couldn’t we just love each other?

Needless to say that the vows were the easy part; I stood tall in my white dress as I pretended to belong in a place that would never accept me, but William’s glow and smile was enough for the both of us to get us through the ceremony. He told me he loved me, he told me I do, and he kissed me passionately. The room lit up with the sound of clapping, but looking towards my parent’s faces only brought the vision of two people trying desperately hard to hide their disappointment. I’d spent so much time trying to prove myself to William’s crowd I never thought what mine would think of any of this.

Why did it matter? I was in love, I was married to a wonderful man and anyone who didn’t like that could leave and not look back – still, my family were looking at me like I was a traitor. We’d never had much, we’d never wanted much and we lived by a ‘just-enough-nothing-more’ sensibility. Many of the kids I knew in school came from families who probably would have jumped for joy if they married into money, but not mine. My family weren’t the type of folks who dreamed of riches; they had their own culture based off honest work and made friends with like-minded people. I guess I’d betrayed that, all they saw in me now were the diamond earrings and designer dresses; I had to show them those weren’t me – I was still the Alesha they once knew, just in higher, more expensive heels.

“Congratulations,” I was greeted at our receptions with a variety of people who suddenly smiled at me when they wouldn’t have given me the time of day twenty-four hours earlier.

All those pretty, botched, fake, plastic-looking Barbie housewives were now hugging me; they were talking to me like I was one of their own and asking me about the honeymoon we’d planned. I never wanted them here but their husbands were William’s friends and so they had to be invited, too – it was my new world of politics, you had to smile at the bitches that sucked the dicks of your husband’s friends.

“What is Charlotte doing here, after that scandal with an engineer I’m surprised she dares show her face,” it looked like the Hampton housewives had a new target and a new reason to gather the pitch forks and light the torches.

I excused myself quickly; needless to say I wouldn’t be inviting them over for drinks anytime soon.

Now all that petty stuff that sent ripples through me and William’s relationship didn’t matter, his friends had to accept me, his society had to accept me, and if they didn’t they’d be insulting one of the most powerful businessmen to grace the Hamptons.

Besides, I could always throw another punch if some bitch overstepped the line.

To be continued....