Page 61 of Summer Breakdown (Training Seasons #2)

Frankie smiles as Jasmine comes a second time.

It’s harder than before, her whole body clamping down.

She presses deeper, hips grinding against her hard, and comes with a low, wrecked groan.

Jasmine’s entire body shudders through it, her hand against Frankie’s waist as if she might disappear otherwise.

Frankie stays there—buried inside her, until the world slows back down.

Jasmine’s head hits the pillow, and Frankie wants to make her come again.

“I wanted to fuck you with it,” Jasmine pants. “I’ve been conned.”

“You can’t even see yet and you’re being rude to me. ”

Jasmine laughs, she’s sweaty and pink in the cheeks and Frankie’s favourite thing of all time. “You’re in so much trouble.”

Frankie smiles. “Promise?”

“Take it off,” Jasmine says. There’s a warning tone, but Frankie’s more than willing for Jasmine to ruin her. She pushes back in, sliding to the hilt. Jasmine gasps, her eyes closing, back arching as she does. Frankie unclicks the dildo but leaves it inside her, tapping the base lightly.

“Keep still, sweetheart,” Frankie mutters.

She takes the harness of her waist and her thighs, cinching it around Jasmine’s.

But then she’s close. She can see Jasmine moving it slightly like she wants to come again.

Like she needs to come again, and if she’s going to come, it’s going to be because of Frankie.

She drops down, flicking her tongue against her clit.

“Oh fuck,” Jasmine groans. Frankie was supposed to let the moment settle.

But Jasmine is still sprawled on the mattress like something ruined and divine and Frankie is just one woman.

She only has one leg of the harness on Jasmine right now, but she doesn’t care.

Her hands travel to her boobs with speed.

“Stop distracting me,” Jasmine mutters, but Frankie traces her clit with her tongue and Jasmine arches her back pushing her chest into her hands.

“Frankie—I can’t—“

“Tell me to stop,” Frankie holds her tongue flat, letting Jasmine move as she wants. Her hips move slowly as she figures out if this is something she wants. Frankie knows that she does. “I will.”

It feels like she could take on a bear when she anticipates what she needs. When Jasmine’s hips move faster even as she mumbles.

“Don’t— I can’t Frankie .”

Frankie doesn’t move. She let’s Jasmine set the pace. Slow and steady until her thigh tenses and her jaw clenches and then she’s rapid with it. Frankie helps her out, flicking her nipples between her fingers, her tongue stiff against her clit.

“Fuck,” Jasmine moans, loud and deep and Frankie has to hold the dildo in because she clenches so hard.

“All done,” Frankie whispers as Jasmine comes down.

“You did so good,” Frankie mutters against her skin. She still feels the aftershocks gliding through Jasmine’s thighs against her shoulders.

“Do I get a prize?” Jasmine asks wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. She’s so impossibly beautiful it hurts a little.

Frankie laughs and Jasmine matches her. It’s her favourite sound, and it’s so close to her heart when she does it. Her fingers lightly trace the inside of Jasmine’s boob.

“What do you want?”

“Depends.”

“On what?” Frankie asks, climbing up her body.

“Whether or not you’ll give it to me.” Jasmine replies in a teasing tone. Frankie knows what she wants. She’s known what she wants since she took her top off, but she likes her to work for it.

“I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Jasmine rests her forefinger under Frankie’s chin, tilting her further. She presses her lips against hers once, but Frankie pulls herself closer. Jasmine hums against her before she pulls back.

“Sit on my face.”

Frankie groans down her throat. “I’ll crush you.”

Jasmine laughs, laying down flat. “Okay.” She lifts her head, twisting her hair into a loose ponytail then throwing it above her head. “So crush me.”

Frankie sighs. “Why is everything you do hot?”

Jasmine shrugs. “Don’t know.”

“You – ”

“Get on my face, Frank.”

Frankie manoeuvres because Jasmine used the tone again.

On any given day, the tone could make her come without being touched at all.

Jasmine’s lucky Frankie’s shakey thighs are a distraction or her face would be covered in her cum already.

She sits against her chest, not fully committed and she enjoys the way she can see Jasmine’s toes flex.

She’s sitting reversed so she can make sure Jasmine keeps the dick wet and inside her. It’s just good planning.

Jasmine tries to pull her closer, but Frankie’s years of rugby are stopping her. Frankie is nervous even if she shouldn’t be. Jasmine would tell her if she couldn’t breathe. She’s been down on her numerous times. Frankie is not going to crush her.

“You’re the cutest fucking thing,” Jasmine mutters.

Frankie wants this, and she knows Jasmine knows that.

She knows if she thought she didn’t, she’d never ask her again.

But Jasmine knows Frankie. She needs some encouragement and she’s the luckiest person in the world that she gets Jasmine right here.

So, instead of bringing her down. Jasmine goes to her. She pulls herself up with her palms flat against her thighs. She licks her slowly, lightly, in the way she knows makes Frankie’s eyes roll back.

Jasmine moans against her, her fingers digging in deeper to her thighs.

“Sit down, my girl.”

Frankie blushes like she’s not in the middle of sex with the hottest person in the world. Like none of the last three orgasms even happened as she slowly sinks against her.

“How are you going to keep it in?” Frankie asks, tapping the dildo lightly.

Jasmine whispers. “I’ll be fine.” Jasmine moans as she licks Frankie.

One hand pulling her close, one twisting her nipple between her fingers.

Frankie bucks against her mouth, riding her slowly.

She finishes tightening the harness, and she plays with her dick to keep herself from flooding her mouth within three seconds.

“Frankie,” Jasmine whines. “Stop fucking with me.”

“But you’re doing so well,” she mutters, pulling it out and slipping it back in. Jasmine’s tongue falters just slightly, her hips thrusting to meet Frankie’s lazy hand.

Frankie sits down a bit more and Jasmine moans around her. Frankie’s close the moment she lets Jasmine touch her properly. She’s slow with it, letting it build until Frankie needs more. Until she takes more, her hips riding against her face. Even when Frankie’s on top, Jasmine is in charge.

Frankie holds the dildo in but barely, Jasmine coming takes her by surprise. In fact, it pushes her over the edge too, and Frankie follows after her like she wants to for the rest of her life. Her back arches, her jaw tight as she lets a moan slip free. Her name a broken sound in her mouth.

“Holy fucking shit.” Jasmine holds onto her thighs as Frankie lowers her body. She’s probably crushing her but Jasmine’s fingers brush against her skin so she’s probably fine. If she can’t breathe, she’ll tap her, and Frankie will move.

“How do you want it?” Jasmine asks, flipping Frankie onto her back. Jasmine clicks the dildo into place and Frankie swears she’s never seen anything hotter. Frankie’s eyes are wide as she looks at her. The curve of her hip, the way the straps sit differently on her.

Jasmine looks at her with a smile.

“You can change your mind.”

Frankie shakes her head. She might hate it, but she wants to try everything with Jasmine. Sex and new restaurants and learning exactly what each other need in every scenario.

Jasmine sits back on her heels, tilting her head. “Come get it wet for me, baby.”

Frankie’s eyes bulge and Jasmine laughs. She’s going to add roleplay to the list.

“I’m not sure what my persona is with this. ”

“God, I love you.”

Jasmine giggles, then clears her throat. “It really wont suck itself.”

Frankie moves slowly, crawling towards her. Jasmine’s hand is light against her jaw, manoeuvring her until she takes it in her mouth. It’s not as degrading as Frankie expected it to be. She can’t decide if she likes it though. It does taste like Jasmine, so she’s not mad.

“You’re doing so well,” Jasmine whispers and Frankie moans, taking it deeper. She always likes her. Jasmine pulls her up, bending to kiss her until Frankie is on her knees. Their chests touch and Frankie wants her so badly.

Jasmine lifts Frankie’s knees until she’s straddling her. “We can stop whenever for whatever, okay?”

“I know,” Frankie whispers back. Jasmine’s hand goes to Frankie’s cunt with an ease, spreading her slightly.

She’s not nervous with Jasmine, but she does want to like it.

But Frankie’s not sure how she’s supposed to enjoy anything as much as Jasmine’s fingers.

She’s slow with it, pumping in and out while she kisses her.

Frankie clenches with every movement, hoping to hold her there.

There’s a small stretch when Jasmine adds another finger.

Everything new she tries with Jasmine is spectacular.

But everything about their relationship would be fantastic even if they never touched each other again.

It’s not about the sex, it’s the intimacy she was missing.

Jasmine makes her feel like a goddess every second of the day.

When she can’t stand her face and when she thinks she might look cute, Jasmine is right there.

“Okay?” Jasmine asks.

“Yeah,” Frankie moans, then, “Fuck. Yes.”

Jasmine hums, her tongue teasingly slow against Frankie’s. They move, until Frankie feels her dick against her.

“Slowly,” Jasmine murmurs, and Frankie listens as she wides her legs. It doesn’t take long until she’s resting against Jasmine’s thighs completely. Fuck, she’s full .

Jasmine looks at her, her eyes over her entire face but Frankie’s jaw drops open as she bounces slightly.

“Oh my god,” Frankie whispers. It’s not as easy as she thought it would be, trying to move as she wants too. But Jasmine’s right there. She pushes her until she’s on her back, but the dildo stays in her the entire time.

“Okay?” Jasmine asks.

“Yes,” Frankie replies, and Jasmine moves slowly.

Frankie shuffles until it’s a little comfier.

She’s not sure if a strap is something she’s been missing, but she does enjoy the way Jasmine moves.

Her arms tense and her entire body is close.

Frankie wants to get one that will pleasure her at the same time.

Frankie tries to thrust back, but she can’t figure out the movement.

“Harder?” Jasmine asks.

“Yeah,” she mutters trying to move her hips. “I can’t —fuck.”

Jasmine moves until she holds one of Frankie’s legs up.

She’s basically folded like a deck chair, but she doesn’t care.

Jasmine moves deeper someone how. Slow but hard.

There’s sweat beading against her hairline, their bodies are slick and sticky, and Frankie has never felt this good in her entire life.

Jasmine pushes her legs together, her knees bent to her chest and it’s different and overwhelming and so fucking good.

Frankie tries to hold on, but she can’t get purchase on anything, her back arches as Jasmine pulls out and thrusts all the way back.

“God, you look good like this,” Jasmine says, her hair dropping over her face as she watches intently as she takes Frankie apart. “All pretty and taking everything, I give you.”

“Jasmine,” Frankie moans. She drops her legs, leaning against her and it’s better this way. Frankie loves everything Jasmine does, but she always loves her more.

“Hi, my girl,” Jasmine says with a smile.

Frankie chokes as Jasmine hooks her arm under her leg.

“I missed your face.” It’s slower than before, and so deep Frankie’ s sure Jasmine can see it pressing against her skin.

Then, Jasmine smiles at her, so obviously, Frankie comes the moment Jasmine ghosts over her clit.

Her back arches and she grips Jasmine’s arm too tightly.

Jasmine pants as she pulls out, flopping onto her back.

“Holy fucking fuck me.”

Jasmine giggles, wiping her hand over her forehead. Frankie watches the rapid movement of her chest. Jasmine might let her get her sketchbook out.

“Do you want a shower?” Jasmine asks.

“If you come with me,” Frankie replies, reaching for her hand then, “And if you come.”

Jasmine spins over, unclicking the dildo and tossing it to the end of the bed. The harness still lies against her thighs and Frankie is going to buy some outrageous lingerie the moment she can think.

“I came three times already.”

“Four, don’t be rude,” Frankie says with a deep breath. Jasmine blows against the pulse point on her neck. She’s sweet. “We’ve got no kids. I’m going to make you come for the rest of the night. If I don’t fall asleep with my tongue in your pussy, then I’m not sleeping.”