Thread: Attention!  (IWishThat&Valanaer)

He came. And jasmine could almost feel it. His moan filled her ears and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure as well. The look on his face had been one of pure bliss and it sent electricity through her skin. It only heightened her sense of possessiveness over the male. She wanted him and in this moment she couldn't deny the need to touch him, to see him, to feel him. His breath, his fingers, his skin. To feel it all. Against her own burning skin. That very thought sent her over the edge, pressing her face into the bed as she moaned out. It was only a moment later that Wythe pulled out of her, giving himself a stroke before he spilled his seed across Jasmine's back. For only a moment he stayed there, staring at the mess he made before he moved to grab a towel. Dipping it into water before returning to jasmine who was no sitting up and staring at Ashal. Sighing he started to clean her off, jasmine ignoring him. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. His handsome face and dark skin called out to her like some distant voice. Telling her to possess him no matter the cost, no matter what she lost. The touch of a cold towel to her back made her look back at Wythe, his unhappy face making her smirk slightly. Of course he wasn't happy about this. His position was in jeopardy. Reaching out she grabbed at his hair, giving it a playful tug to make him look at her before she turned and pushed him back down onto the bed. Jealous? Her eyebrow raised, smirk settling on those red lips. Wythe frowned but didn't refuse her as she slipped down his body once again. Her hands wrapped around his half hard member, starting to stroke it to bring it up once again. She stayed on all fours once again, ass pointed straight at Ashal now. She couldn't see him but he would be able to see everything and that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to see. Wanted him to know how turned on she was by this. It didn't take long for Wythe's cock to harden once again, a soft hum of happiness to come from her lips. Shifting to straddled Wythe, using her hand to guide him inside her once again. A moan slipped from her as he entered, shivering at the wonderful feeling. She set a face pace, breasts bouncing as she bounced up and down. Once she was fully into it she glanced over to the pair at the table, frustration filling her once again. He wasn't looking but he was fucking christine. That wasn't what she wanted. She grit her teeth, moving off of Wythe. Ma'am! He sat up instantly, reaching out for her as she practically jumped off the bed and started towards Ashal and christine. He was instantly on his feet and following her, though he couldn't stop her before she had reached the table. Her hands hit the table, as far from Ashal's arms as she could get. Actually touching him was still out of the question. She bent over him, head almost just before his, bent over in such a way that Wythe could slam inside her once again. Now he would have to pay attention to her, would have to look. Glancing back her eyebrow raised at Wythe who was standing behind her with a rather unhappy look on his face. For a moment he stood there, hesitating before he stepped forward once again pressing his hard member against her once again. She pressed back into him as he thrusted forward, a bright moan leaving her ruby lips once more. She marveled at this new position, rocking the table with Ashal, being close enough to hear his breath and the soft moans he was making as well. It was almost as if he was fucking her and not Wythe. Of course that was out of the question. Being fucked by him would mean she was as low as he was but she could get as close to it as possible, couldn't she? Fuck.. Ashal.. She moaned the words loud enough for the man before her to hear, almost imploring him to pay attention.