George was apprehensive about waking Jasmine this morning. He was not sure if she had forgiven him for last night's argument, even if she said she had. Never in their many years of marriage had they fought like that, and while it was exciting it was also frightening for him. He loved Jasmine very much and did not want to lose her. He held her in his arms, not moving, enjoying her closeness. The smell of her hair was arousing to him and her legs entwined with his were not helping at all. In fact he was becoming downright uncomfortable. Her soft skin, her feminine smell, her naked body pressed against his harder male one and the smell of sex from last night that still permeated the air. Still he did not move.
Jasmine knew George was awake and that he was aroused. She feigned sleep, staying close to him, knowing it was the reason for his state of arousal. She supposed she should not tease him so.'It would be a shame to waste such nice hard cock like that.' Jasmine thought.She pretended she was half awake and moved her hand slowly up his bare thigh, feeling the muscles tighten in response to her touch. She smiled to herself, a wicked naughty smile that if George had been able to see it, would have driven him insane with lust.
Her hand rested on the top of his thigh, she turned slightly, getting closer to him, and her eyes were still closed tightly as if she were sleeping. Her eyes fluttered open to see George's face looking intensely at her as her hand enclosed his cock within her grasp. His eyes widened and his body jerked in response. "Good morning George, looks like someone is glad I am awake." She purred and grinned at him with that sexy grin of hers. He pulled her on top of him and kissed her deeply, exploring the silky depths of her mouth with his tongue. Their lips sliding over one another's with sureness only a couple that has been together a long time can possess.
Jasmine tore her mouth away from George's and kissed his neck, sliding down his shoulders, her tongue warm and sensuous on his body. She went lower till she found his nipple. She licked one nipple, then the other, her fingers rubbing the nubs between her fingers, exciting and arousing him further. She lowered her head to suckle his nipple gently, making him moan and shove his hips upwards. She swirled her warm wet tongue around the nipple and then released it. "Noooo, don't stop." He hissed. "Please." She looked up to him, the colour of her eyes deepened with lust and the curve of her mouth raised in that way that drove him insane. She then lowered her head to other nipple, grazing his damp chest with her soft mouth.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her on top, trying to get inside of her warm silkiness. "No." He looked at her with incredulous look. 'No? What the ...' he thought. "You want to fuck me George? Hmmm. Well do you?" Jasmine said in a harsh tone of voice. He was going to have to ask for it today and he knew it.
"Yes Jasmine. I wanna fuck you so bad."
"You may not."
His confusion was showing upon his face. "Why Jasmine? I need you so badly now." He pleaded and she almost felt sorry for him, almost, but not quite. Jasmine had something new in mind for George, something she had never done before, but found exciting.
"Because George, you may not fuck me today. However, if you do everything I tell you I will fuck you, but only if you please me. Oh yes George, today you are my plaything, do you understand me?"
"Yes." George thought, 'Wow, she's never done that before, I don't know if like it.' He lay still, not moving, his was cock aching for her, feeling the heat from her so close, but so far away. Jasmine crawled up George's body, slowly, feeling him tense with each inch she crept forward. Soon she was sitting on his chest, he could feel her wet sex upon his chest and he wanted to plunge his fingers inside, but he knew he dare not.
Jasmine did not stop on his chest long; no she had something else in mind, something she enjoyed, but that George did not indulge in often enough to suit her taste. "Don't move unless I tell you to George."
"Ok."
Jasmine stood on the bed in front of George, straddling his chest. She took two steps forward so that his face was directly below her sex. Her freshly shaven pussy that he liked so much without hair was right above him exposed to his view. He wanted to touch it so badly now, but he stayed still and only devoured her with his eyes. "Do you like what you see George?"
"Yes, I want to touch you so badly. Please baby, soon"
"No." His face fell into a frown with her words.
"Hmmm, you look so sad Georgie ... maybe I will let you touch, but only on my terms. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Oh god yes!" His face brightened with pleasure at the prospect of touching her intimately. His hand was reaching up to touch her.
"No!" she said in a stern tone. "Agree to only touch how you are told. Or you may not touch me at all."
'God, this was sexy, Jasmine has never been so dominating before.' George thought and as much as he did not want to admit it, he kind of liked it. "All right Jas, I will do as you say." He said. 'For a while anyway.' he thought. George did not voice that thought out loud, it was best to stay quiet for now and enjoy what she had in mind.
"No hands and no cock. Only your mouth may touch me and only where I say. Do not argue, you already agreed." She said.Before he could open his mouth to say anything she lowered her wet pussy to his face.
'Fuck! I want to suck her dry.' He thought.
He quickly buried his tongue inside of her velvety warmth. She came almost immediately coating his mouth with her sweet juices; he lapped up every drop, and then raised his tongue up to her erect clit. His mouth enclosed her hard little nub and sucked it gently. But Jasmine did not want gentle. She ground her hips into George's face. He could not help it, but his hand grabbed her hips and pressed her even closer, completely burying his face in her juicy wet pussy.
"Yes, oh yes George that is what I want, fuck me with your mouth." She said to him. George did not need to be told twice, his tongue moving from her clit to slide inside of her, caressing her, flicking in and out and back up to tease her clit once again. He continued to do this while she rode his face in rhythm as old as time. He did not even think about what he was doing but his finger crept to her wet pussy, sliding inside.
Jasmine quit moving and slapped George's hand.
"No. Bad. You must be punished now. George you did not listen, you were only to touch me with your mouth." She quickly rose and frowned at him. "Don't move." Jasmine wondered what to do with him, and then an idea struck her. George's mother had given her the world's ugliest scarf last year for Christmas. She went to the closet and got it out, god it was ugly. The woman must be blind, even if it was a designer label, it was still hideous. Chartreuse and fuchsia and a loud print, ick, but it did not matter now; it would work beautifully for her purpose this morning. In fact she might need two of them, so she grabbed another scarf, not as ugly as the first, pale pink and mint green in huge floral print, another of her mother-in-law's gifts.
Jasmine walked back to the bed with her hand behind her back. "Close your eyes George."
