Page 43 of Summer Breakdown (Training Seasons #2)

“You’re magic,” Frankie mutters, and she pulls Jasmine up until she’s sitting.

“Pure fucking magic.” Frankie slowly pulls Jasmine’s top off, her eyelids fluttering when she looks down.

It makes Jasmine feel powerful. Like she’s beautiful.

Frankie looks up at her. She licks Jasmine’s nipple into her mouth, and Jasmine arches into her, her head falling back.

She didn’t even know that it could feel like this.

She never wants it to be over, but she’s already squirming in her lap.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Frankie whispers. “Don’t worry.”

“Frankie,” she pants.

“I know.” Frankie pinches her nipple until she’s thrusting against her hip. She slides her hand in her underwear again, and Jasmine moans. Probably too loudly, but she might get away with it. Frankie holds her hand over her mouth.

“Show, don’t tell, sweetheart.” She lets her fingers linger against her mouth, and Jasmine bites down on them. Frankie shuffles on her knees until Jasmine sits deeper on her lap.

“You’re beautiful,” she mutters, like her fingers aren’t taking her apart.

She’s barely touching her. Her finger glides across her lips with a practiced ease.

She flicks over her clit quickly, then stops, and Jasmine is almost sobbing and grinding in her lap after.

She’s not embarrassed; she’s never anything but comfortable with her.

“Frankie, please,” Jasmine mumbles around the fingers in her mouth.

“It’s rude to talk with your mouth full.” Frankie’s finger flicks harder.

“Please,” she moans quieter. Frankie being in charge is something Jasmine thought about. Often. Jasmine loves controlling her—loves the way she lets her because there’s nothing about Frankie that’s submissive—but she’s dreamt about this too.

“God, you sound pretty when you beg,” Frankie whispers. Her fingers fall from Jasmine’s mouth to the back of her neck. “Please what?”

“I need to come.”

“You want to come for me?” Frankie asks, her fingers finally dipping into her. Jasmine’s thighs tighten to try and keep her there.

“Yes. ”

“For you,” Frankie says quietly. Jasmine bounces a little.

Her lips touch Frankie’s. “Yes. Yes.”

Frankie moves her faster, her arm wrapped around her waist. When Jasmine had dreamt about this in her lonely house, her partner sleeping in another room, it didn’t feel like this.

Jasmine’s not sure anything will ever feel as good and as true as Frankie touching her.

Her hands are careful, like she’s listening to every sound Jasmine makes and tuning her perfectly.

“Fuck, yes,” Jasmine moans, biting down on Frankie’s shoulder as she comes.

Jasmine knows what it feels like to come—she’s done it hundreds of times before—but it’s different now, with the warmth of Frankie’s body and the soft way she calls her name as she lies her down.

It continues going long after the shaking of her body has stopped.

It lengthens with every light kiss on her shoulder, every hushed compliment, every linger of Frankie’s eyes.

“Do you like Greek mythology?” Frankie asks, as if Jasmine can think right now.

“What?” Jasmine replies, blinking slowly.

“I think the goddesses people talk about, make art about, create stories about—they look like you.”

“Frankie,” she moans, as she moves against her.

She pulls Jasmine’s clothes off, and through shaking hands, Jasmine only manages to get Frankie’s to her waist. Jasmine keeps trying to touch her.

She wants Frankie’s skin under her fingertips.

She wants to distract her enough that she groans when she realises Jasmine took over.

But every time she’s close to pulling her top off, Frankie moves her back.

This time, she pins her hands above her head.

“I will tie you up if you don’t behave. Understand?”

Jasmine entire body flushes with desire. She nods. She wants Frankie to do whatever she wants with her for the rest of her life. Frankie places two fingers either side of Jasmine’s clit, flicking them up and down.

“Holy fuck,” Jasmine moans, her back arching .

“So you can talk,” Frankie responds. “Are you going to be good, or do I need to tie your legs too?”

Jasmine nods, and Frankie pulls her nipple with her teeth. She mutters, “Words, sweetheart.”

“I’ll be good.” She’s not sure she will, but this is all new, even if it feels lived-in and comfortable with Frankie.

She wants to know how to push her, what will make her moan and what makes her come hardest. If she likes it drawn out, or if she wants it hard and fast, and then Jasmine wants to give it to her.

If she’s lucky, she might have a lifetime to figure it out.

Frankie smiles against her chest. “Good.” She lies against her again. “Afro-someone, right?”

“Aphrodite.”

Frankie hums as she hooks Jasmine’s still-shaking thighs over her shoulders. She licks her once, her eyelids fluttering shut. “Oh, I’m going to eat you for the rest of my life.”

“Frankie,” she pants. Her orgasm was so powerful she’s not entirely sure she can do it again.

“You wanted to come, right?” Frankie asks.

Jasmine groans, and Frankie sucks on her clit.

“Fuck,” Jasmine responds, her back arching almost painfully. “Ye—yes, I wanted to come.”

“I vaguely remember you begging for it.”

Jasmine throws her arms over her face. “ Frankie .”

“Yeah, it sounded something like that,” she replies, and Jasmine feels her smirk against her inner thigh.

“Fuck you,” Jasmine says, with a laugh.

“Sweetheart, I am trying,” she mutters. She kisses her thigh, her lips, her clit, and Jasmine is barely over the last orgasm, but her body is ready for Frankie already. “I am going to make you come again, and again, and again, and again.”

Jasmine blinks uselessly, but the outline of Frankie is still there with every close of her eyelids. “I didn’t register how many you said. ”

“Trust me?” Frankie asks.

“Yes,” Jasmine replies. It’s not something she needs to think about. It would be true no matter what Frankie was asking for. Her heart, her body, her mind.

Frankie hums. “I think Aphrodite stole your face.”

Jasmine frowns, sitting up on her elbows. “She’s thousands of years old.”

“So?”

“How did she steal my face?”

Frankie raises her eyebrow. “You’re telling me she’s a goddess with eternal beauty and she can create wars with her face, but she couldn’t pop forwards in time to find one to steal?”

Jasmine rolls her lips. “Did you read Ezra’s and my book of the week?”

Frankie shrugs. “Maybe.”

“I like you so much.”

Frankie smiles. “Wait, gimme a sec and you’ll be in love with me.” Frankie holds her gaze and finally puts her tongue on her. Jasmine might be in love with her by the end of the night, but she’s not sure she wasn’t already.