Thanks for all the comments and voting. I have a couple of more parts before I leave those two alone.
Let's bring some balance to the twisted dynamic between Jazz and James😄
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James woke up in the middle of the night. Jazz, still by his side, was sleeping peacefully. Her naked body almost glowed in the soft light cast by the street lamp, filtered by blinds. Her dark nipples contrasted sharply with white skin, looking so inviting for him to lick and suck.
James admired the perfect shape and breathed in her smell. He hovered his hand just above her skin, almost touching tiny, invisible hair, feeling the warmth radiating from her. She stirred a little and moved on her back throwing her arms above her head.
James was treated to the perfect view of her delicious breasts, slim waist, amazing round hips and long slim legs, now slightly parted, showing her glorious pussy that he fucked so many times.
There was no way in the world he could stop himself from touching her, so very open, ready to be taken.
His dick, hard and pulsating, responded to that perfect image too.
James lowered his head and breathed warm air on her nipple, almost touching it. Jasmine sighed, moved slightly, her nipple suddenly in his mouth. He flicked his tongue on it and heard Jasmine's purr.
James closed his mouth and sucked gently, his hand moving lower to stroke Jasmine's thigh. She parted her legs a little more, still asleep. Very slowly James traced his fingers up until they touched her pussy. She moaned and shifted her hips towards him. James's fingers slipped inside.
"Mmm...yes..." he heard a barely audible whisper. She didn't even open her eyes.
"Do you want more?" he whispered back in her ear, nibbling at it gently.
"Yes...please... I want you...inside..." Her breathing was now heavy, but her eyes still closed. She moved her hips to the rhythm of James' strokes.
What can be more arousing than a naked, half asleep, beautiful woman saying that she wants you? James couldn't think about anything.
He was more than ready to fulfill her wish.
He brushed her skin with light kisses as he positioned himself between her legs, holding his fully erected dick in his hand. He slid it gently along her pussy feeling the soft wetness.
Jasmine moaned in response. He teased her again, pressing his tip to the opening, letting it slide in a little and withdrawing. He wasn't in a hurry. He wanted to enjoy the moment.
Jazz moved her hips towards him, but he pulled back. He loved playing with her, slowly and softly getting a little deeper each time, watching his dick gently parting her. It was heaven.
His excitement grew, Jazz's hips moved to meet him, sweet sounds of her moans filled his ears and he could not keep up the teasing any longer. He buried himself deep inside her feeling the tension in his dick increasing. Jazz's legs immediately wrapped around his waist, she pulled him closer.
James felt her arms around his neck and her soft lips finding his. She kissed him sleepily, tenderly, her tongue playing with his. Her hands, now on his back, held him tight.
"Oh...please...don't stop...I need you more, deeper..." Her voice was soft, much softer than he ever heard before, pleading.
James, so used to her being harsh, direct or mocking, felt an unexpected desire to give her whatever she asked for.
"Anything for you baby," he whispered in her ear, fully prepared for any soberly mocking response, but it didn't come.
Jazz was moaning softly, her arms and legs wrapped all around him, her face buried in his neck.
He moved faster, holding her tight, feeling her body tensing up in the build up to climax. It started trembling as he felt the first contractions around him. She did not scream this time, just whimpered softly. It seemed to last longer and she gripped him tighter as her whole body was shaking under him.
"Oh...yes...I love it..." she breathed in his ear between gasps.
Her soft voice, sweet contractions of her pussy triggered James' climax and he shot inside her, filling her with his load as he tightened his embrace.
Finally, Jazz's body relaxed, her whimpers quieter and breathing more steady. James tried to push himself off, afraid of suffocating her with his weight, but she didn't let him go.
"Please stay..." she murmured, still wrapped around him.
"I'm gonna crush you," he whispered gently in her ear.
"No, you won't, just stay...please."
He shifted a little to make sure she was able to breathe and wrapped his arms around her, her body so small and fragile under him, he felt the urge to protect it, envelope it in his.
"That was wonderful... thank you," he heard her soft voice again. She put her face in his neck and soon fell asleep.
A few hours later the street light was replaced by the morning sun. It seeped through the blinds in a orangy tinge. When James opened his eyes Jazz's head was on his chest, her hair tickled his face. Her legs still tangled with his, she clung to him tight.
He put his arm around her delicate shoulders.
Something happened last night that he could not explain. It bothered him. Threw him off balance once again. Jazz, always so bossy, ordering him around, playing him like a string puppet, was soft, sweet and pleading when asking for his touch.
He would give her anything, he came to realise, pleading or not, and that bothered him even more.
Jazz stirred in his embrace, stretched a little and nestled herself more into him. James felt her soft kiss on his chest.
He ran his hand down her back to her butt. She pushed into him more pressing on his already hard dick resting between them and gently moved up and down. James felt his dick throbbing.
He slid his hand to her pussy. Soft, warm and wet. She let out the sound between a purr and a moan.
"More?" James whispered in her ear and smiled.
"Always...please," she murmured with her face in his neck kissing him gently.
She was doing it again, all soft and pleading. Was it another part of her game?
The bossy, ordering Jazz was exciting, challenging, this one was simply disarming. No matter what she did, James was left with no choice. She will get whatever she wants from him.
He only hoped she didn't know it.
He moved her leg up, held his dick and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. He didn't push in, he wanted her to decide on that.
Jazz rocked gently up and down, her pussy almost admitting him then pulling away. His anticipation grew, tension increased. James was breathing heavily, eagerly awaiting the moment when she decided to take him in.
She pushed her hips down again and suddenly James was buried deep inside her.
"Oh, yes..." he groaned softly, pressing his hand just above her butt to get deeper.
Jazz shifted to straddle him. She put her hands on his chest, leaned forward and locked her lips with his, slowly moving up and down.
James held her hips, pushing down on them with her each thrust.
She broke the kiss and rested her head against his, breathing fast, just as he was.
"You are fucking amazing," James whispered not even trying to hide the passion in his voice.
She lifted up her head and her green eyes met his, with such an intensity that he lost his breath. With her lips slightly parted, full from kissing, the expression on her face somewhere between pain and pleasure and unfocussed eyes, she looked beyond beautiful.
She moved faster now, close to her climax, James still gripping her hips tightly, pushed his hips up to get deeper into her. He felt her muscles contracting and she let out a long groan of ecstasy as the intense orgasm claimed her body. It pushed James over the edge. He pulled her close to his chest, held tight as he shot inside her, feeling her rocking gently. She laid on top of him, her body now limp and relaxed. James kept his arms wrapped around her, inhaling her scent and thinking that all he wanted was to stay like that forever.
He must have dozed off. The next time he opened his eyes Jazz was busing herself around the room, picking various items. She didn't bother to dress, her naked body moved with confidence, smooth skin almost glowing in the morning sun.
She didn't notice he was awake and James wanted to keep it that way. He closed his eyes and kept still when she turned towards the bed. He could feel her gaze on him for a long while, not quite sure why she didn't try to wake him up and kick him out. She had no problem doing it before.
All that softness during last night put him on edge. It was Jazz, bossy, unpredictable. He couldn't trust a word she was saying.
Of course, she didn't need him. She probably didn't even want him, just what she could get out of him. People say all sorts of things in the moment of passion.
He heard more rustling, the door clicking then the shower going. Only then he opened his eyes and got out of bed. He got dressed quickly and left the studio, quietly closing the door behind.
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James handed his guitar to one of the guys and got off the stage. The adrenaline flew freely in his body keeping him high, he was hot and sweating. The show was great, he worked hard and it paid off. The atmosphere in the room was electrifying. He was, once again, winning.
The group of giggling girls waited behind the barriers at the bottom of the stage. James gave them one of his most charming smiles, but before he could disappear backstage another person pushed through the crowd, flashed her badge at the guard and walked up to him.
Jazz! He smiled at her, feeling something warm spreading in his chest, but another look at her caused his anxiety to raise. She seemed angry. Her green eyes were flashing dangerously. James had a unique impression they could actually ignite the fire. She was frowning and her cheeks were flushed. Even with that fuming look on her face she looked beautiful. Dangerous, but beautiful.
"Don't you fucking dare doing it again!" she shouted at him when she got close, pointing her finger in his face accusatively.
James tensed up immediately and threw a quick glance at the group of waiting girls. They stared at Jazz in shock. No wonder. This was not a behaviour that he would tolerate, no one ever shouted at him like that before.
He didn't even know what Jazz accused him of.
James gritted his teeth, grabbed her hand and without a word pulled her roughly behind him. If she wants to yell at him, at least not in public.
He dragged her to one of the nearby dressing rooms, firmly closed the door and only then released her wrist.
"What have I done?" he asked, more curious than angry.
He should have been more angry, but for some reason he wasn't. He had no idea what Jazz held against him, but it had to be big to get her fuming. Somehow the thought that he could get Jazz, ever so cool and collected, angry pleased him.
"You..." she stabbed her finger in his chest. "You left without saying goodbye."
James' eyes widened in surprise. For a moment he didn't know whether to laugh or get cross so ridiculous this was.
