Chapter 2
The tension in the room grew palpable as Dante's strokes grew faster, more erratic. Jasmine could feel the climax building in her own body, mirroring his. Her thumb circled her clit, her other fingers slipping inside her, feeling the slick heat that had built up. She was so close, so very close.
And then, it happened. Her legs buckled, the wall behind her rattling with the force of her collision. A gasp escaped her lips, turning into a muffled cry of pleasure as the orgasm washed over her. Jasmine's eyes rolled back in her head, her body shuddering with the intensity of it all.
Dante's hand froze mid-stroke, his eyes wide with shock and confusion as he stared at the door. Jasmine's breath froze in her throat, the reality of the situation crashing down upon her. She had been so lost in her own desire that she hadn't even considered the possibility of being caught. Panic surged through her, and she pulled her hand from her robe, her legs trembling as she took a step back.
Without a second thought, Jasmine turned and sprinted down the hallway, the soft thud of her bare feet on the carpet echoing through the otherwise silent house. She could feel the warmth of her release trickling down her thighs, a stark reminder of her actions. The kitchen beckoned, a place where she could hide and compose herself before Dante could come to investigate.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she reached the safety of the kitchen, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Jasmine leaned against the counter, her eyes searching the darkness for a place to hide. She couldn't let him see her like this, couldn't let him know that she had been watching him. The guilt and embarrassment were already overwhelming.
But the sound of her collision with the wall had not gone unnoticed. Dante's door creaked open, and Jasmine could hear the soft thud of his feet on the carpet as he made his way down the hall. She had to act fast. With a swift movement, she ducked into the pantry, her heart racing as the kitchen light flicked on. She held her breath, listening as his footsteps grew closer, the floorboards groaning with his weight. Jasmine's mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse for why she would be in the kitchen at this hour.
Dante's voice called out tentatively, "Mom?" Jasmine's stomach twisted into a knot. He had heard her. He knew she was there. But she remained silent, hoping he would simply write it off as the house settling or a stray noise. The seconds ticked by, feeling like hours as Jasmine waited, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, she stepped out of the pantry, her robe clutched tightly around her. She hoped the shadows and the dim light would obscure the flaming red of her cheeks and the heavy-lidded look of desire in her eyes. "Yes, Dante?" she replied, her voice quivering slightly.
Dante stood in the doorway to the kitchen, the light from the window a soft glow over his bare chest, he was only wearing a pair of loose pajama bottoms. Jasmine forced herself to look into his eyes, avoiding the temptation to glance down.
"I thought I heard something," he said, his voice thick with sleep and something else that Jasmine couldn't quite place. "What are you doing up?"
Her mind raced for a plausible explanation, but the words that came out were barely coherent. "I-I couldn't sleep," she stuttered, trying to ignore the way his gaze was traveling over her, noticing the way her robe clung to her body. "I just came down to make myself some tea."
Dante took a step closer, and Jasmine could see the curiosity in his eyes. "You look...flushed," he said, his voice dropping an octave. The smell of sex hung in the air between them, a silent confession that Jasmine could not hide. She swallowed hard, trying to push down the wave of arousal that threatened to drown her. "It's just the heat," she managed to say, hoping he would buy the lie.
He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers. Jasmine felt like she was under a microscope, every inch of her exposed.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Fine," she replied, a little too quickly. "Just couldn't sleep, that's all." Jasmine took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. She knew she had to get out of there before things spiraled further out of control.