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  THE LOVE BELOW

  - A Sensual Erotic Romance Short Story from Steam Books

  Shanika Patrice

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  Jasmine tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep after having been lying in the bed for almost two hours. Peter’s snoring next to her was not helping the situation either. He had been out like a light for the past couple of hours since Jasmine gave him a blowjob and gave him some after the fact.

  I’m the one who did all the damn work, she thought, so why is he snoring like he knocked the walls out of it?

  Jasmine had kind of gotten used to being left feeling unsatisfied and not having climaxed, and she would always give Peter the benefit of the doubt.

  In the past year they had been dating, they both seemed to be pleased with the way their relationship was blossoming. They had both been single because they were both so career-driven and focused on trying to reach their individual goals. Jasmine typically came across guys who did not understand this about her and wanted her to put all of her attention toward them. In the end, Jasmine would find herself alone again within a matter of months.

  Peter, on the other hand, had much fewer long-lasting relationships because the women he came across would accept that he was a workaholic—then there was the fact that he was generous with his money too. The problem came in when Peter realized he was with someone who did not have any goals or drive like himself, so it would become clear to him eventually that he either had a gold digger by his side or a lazy, spoiled woman who he could not even hold a meaningful conversation with.

  When Peter and some of the other executives at the firm he had been working at for the past 9 years held one of their annual conferences at the museum where Jasmine worked, that’s when things changed for the both of them. Jasmine was the contact person for Peter’s group who had been handling the arrangements and making sure the room they reserved was up to par for their conference.

  When Jasmine walked into the conference room that Friday in early January to make sure everything was in order, she immediately saw Peter. Out of the 30-something men and women in the room, Peter stood out because he was one of a handful of minorities; of that handful, Peter was the only black man present. As soon as she looked at Peter, it seemed he looked up at her and immediately they both felt something.

  Jasmine had been so busy working at trying not to put herself out there in the dating world again that it had been a long time since she noticed anyone that attracted her. When she saw Peter, though, it was hard to ignore the handsome man with the sparkling white teeth that were coming to light from behind those sexy lips that she wound up focusing on for much too long. She responded back with a smile that Peter focused on just as much as she had focused on his.

  Unlike Jasmine, Peter always noticed and acknowledged a beautiful woman in his presence, but he wasn’t expecting to come across one at this particular point in his day at the museum. When he saw this beautiful, sexy, tall black woman walk in with curvy milk chocolate legs peeking out at him from a pencil skirt with a small split, a blouse that fit her upper body perfectly covering but showing just enough, and long, natural, wavy dark brown hair that was pulled off of her face and flowed down past her shoulders, all Peter could do was stare and smile. When she smiled back, Peter knew that he had to talk to her.

  One of Peter’s coworkers was handling the arrangements with the stunning woman, but as soon as that brief exchange was finished and she headed back toward the exit, Peter rose out of his seat and followed the woman back to her office, stopping her before she made it her door. This was the start of Jasmine and Peter.

  Jasmine found Peter to be too irresistible to pass up his invitation for dinner that same evening after she got out from work. From that dinner they both learned that they had met their match in one another. Their busy schedules also worked perfectly for one another. For the following year they would probably get together once, maybe twice, during the week to physically enjoy one another’s company, and then weekends would be spent for dates.

  In their past relationships, both had made the mistake of moving in together too quickly to live under one roof. This would always take a turn for the worse and then things would become clear of how different they were from their partners.

  For Jasmine and Peter, though, in between those times of not being physically together, they would both talk briefly several times a day, whether it be through text messages, IM messages at work, or even their nightly goodnight calls. Having their own space seemed to help their relationship because they longed for those weekends and times during the week that they could physically see one another. By the time they hit their first anniversary as a couple, each had designated drawers and closet space in one another’s homes, and they had began talking about the future and marriage.

  Although they seemed to work as a couple and all seemed well, Jasmine felt that Peter had become too comfortable in their relationship. When they first became intimate, Jasmine had never experienced oral pleasure in the way that Peter had given it to her. That seemed to be the thing he most desired when they would become intimate—tasting her, as he would put it. For months, Jasmine did not even have to consider or even think about going down on him because Peter was all about pleasing her and making sure she came.

  Then one weekend, which happened to be Peter’s birthday weekend, Jasmine decided to cater to him and surprised him by giving him a blowjob. Jasmine was not new to this, but it was the first time she had done it while truly enjoying the experience for its own sake. She loved the way Peter ran his hand through her hair and all the mutterings under his breath showing her that he was enjoying it.

  That was when things changed for her, though, in the oral pleasure department. Peter started getting used to Jasmine voluntarily going down on him before they would have sex. Then one weekend when Jasmine was on her period, she decided that she would suck Peter’s dick and then allow him to come inside her mouth.

  From that point on, Jasmine had Peter in the palm of her hands for whatever she wanted outside of the bedroom, but that’s when she noticed he began to slack off in the bedroom. There was less and less foreplay on Peter’s part, including him giving Jasmine oral pleasure, but he was always ready to guide her downward to give him a rise so he could turn her around on the bed and enter her doggy style the way that she actually preferred.

  The problem was that sex had not become so quick and routine for them, that Jasmine knew what to expect and she hated to say anything because she did not want Peter to feel as if he was not pleasing her. Jasmine was getting pleasure, even in the routine of it all, but Peter would always come before she had a chance to reach her orgasm. At least with the foreplay and oral sex before, Jasmine would have climaxed at least once even before he penetrated her, and then she would most likely come again after the fact.

  This particular, hot night as she tossed and turned, Jasmine was thinking about all of this and was beginning to feel a little resentful. />
  ~ ~ ~

  The next morning Jasmine was awakened out of her slumber by Peter tugging on her ankles, trying to pull her on the edge of her queen-size bed.

  “Baby, what are you doing?” she said, knowing full well that this meant he was ready to get him some early morning loving.

  “I thought we could have a little dessert before the breakfast in bed,” Peter said with a sexy smile as got Jasmine positioned in between his legs the way he wanted.

  “Honey, I didn’t get much sleep—I’m tired. Can you just let me get sleep for another hour?”

  “Aww baby, I promise, I’ll let you go back to sleep while I’m fixing you an amazing breakfast. But first, can’t you just put your mouth on me for a little bit, and get me hard. I want to get inside of that pussy.”

  Usually Peter talking dirty to her like this was a turn on, but she was frustrated and definitely irritated by the fact he was awaking her to suck his dick.

  “I can’t do this. I’m not in the mood,” Jasmine said as she just sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Don’t be like that, baby. Let daddy make you feel better,” Peter continued pleading as he pulled down his boxers.

  “I said no, Peter!”

  Peter stopped pleading, finally seeing the irritation in Jasmine’s face that went along with the tone she had taken with him. “Damn, I didn’t mean nothing by it, baby. I’m just doing what we always do.”

  “And that’s the problem. We’re always doing what you are used to doing. You always want your dick sucked so you can turn and bend me over. When was the last time you gave me any special treatment, huh? Tell me the last time you took the time to go down on me and eat my pussy!”

  Peter stood, both stunned by her words and unable to give Jasmine an answer because it really had been quite some time since he had given Jasmine any oral pleasure.

  “Well…ok, I guess it has been a while but what are you saying—you haven’t been satisfied? I haven’t been giving you pleasure? Because I find that hard to believe.”

  Jasmine looked downward and sighed, preparing herself. Then she lifted her head, her eyes rolled upward into her eyelids, and she opened her mouth into a round ‘O’ shape.

  Taking a page out of When Harry Met Sally, Jasmine then began to moan and make faces and mimic what she had been doing for the past few months with Peter whenever he started penetrating her and hitting it from the back.

  Although she would get some pleasure from the sex she had with Peter, she did slightly exaggerate it a bit whenever Peter started talking dirty and asking her questions in his attempts to take ownership of her pussy.

  “Uuunnghh,” she moaned through gritted teeth. “Oooouuaaahh!!”

  She lifted her hands, touching the sides of her head in mock ecstasy, her breathing working itself into an intense panting rhythm.

  “Yes, baby, fill me up, ooh, just like that, baby, it’s so good!”

  Jasmine was so into her performance, turning her head left and right with her eyes closed, that she had not noticed the hurt look on Peter’s face as he stood in place watching her.

  She finally took a moment to stop and open her eyes to see a look in Peter’s face that she had never seen, and she all of a sudden wished she could have taken back the past few minutes of that morning.

  I should have just went along with it as usual, she thought.

  They both stared at one another in silence for what seemed an eternity but was only a few seconds, as both tried to find the right words to say. Peter felt humiliated, which Jasmine knew from the look on his face; she felt like shit about it, too, to be honest.

  As she prepared to apologize, Peter broke the silence.

  “Well, damn…I didn’t know that I was disappointing you like that all this time. I’m sorry I put you in the position of having to fake it,” he said as he pulled his boxers back up and headed toward the bathroom.

  “Peter, wait—give me a minute because I need you to know that I haven’t always faked it. You do please me, baby,” Jasmine said as she went up to the closed bathroom door so she could make sure he heard her. “I’m just saying that it has gotten to the point where it doesn’t seem like you try as hard to please me like you did in the beginning. It’s like you’ve become too comfortable and just stopped trying to make it a point to please me, and just started focusing on yourself. That’s all I’m saying, baby.”

  There was silence on the other end of the door and Jasmine’s heart felt like it was sinking as she regretted having lost her cool like she did and bringing the truth out to Peter in that manner. She began to realize that she may have messed up by doing the one thing that she was taught a long time ago not to do, just by watching and learning from her mom and dad’s relationship—making her man feel as if he was not man enough. This thought made Jasmine begin to tear up as she kneeled down to the floor and leaned against the door waiting for Peter to either respond or come out of the bathroom.

  “Peter, baby—are you alright in there?”

  “Jasmine, just give me a moment please. Just getting cleaned up, if that’s alright with you.”

  Jasmine lifted herself up off of her floor and sat back on the bed wiping away her tears. Shortly afterwards, Peter emerged from out of the bathroom fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt looking at Jasmine as if a conversation had not just taken place minutes ago. Jasmine wasn’t sure what to make of this but she needed to make sure everything was good between them again.

  “Baby, I thought we were going to lounge around for a bit this morning. Here you are all dressed—please tell me you aren’t about to leave, are you?” Jasmine asked as she hopped off of the edge of the bed and walked up to him.

  “Well, I know you’re tired and I figured I’d head home a little earlier today and start preparing for the work week,” Peter responded without any sign on his face about what he was feeling about Jasmine’s revelations.

  “Baby wait, will you stop for a minute and listen to me? Please come over here and sit down for a minute,” Jasmine said as she grabbed Peter’s hand, leading him to the love seat in the corner of her bedroom.

  She let Peter sit down first and then sat on top of him, straddling him so she was facing him directly face-to-face.

  “I feel like shit the way that I expressed myself here to you. Yes, we should communicate honestly with one another, but I should have communicated this in a much better manner. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you aren’t satisfying me because that’s not what I was saying. Do you understand that, baby?”

  “Yeah, I hear ya. And although it may give me a little satisfaction that you feel like shit right now, please don’t beat yourself up about this. Yeah, my male ego kind of took a little bruising but I’m ok, really. I also admit that this may have prompted me to get up and get dressed, but really I do need to go take care of some things. OK?”

  “OK. Well, since we’re not doing brunch what about us doing dinner after you’ve taken care of your business and after I’ve gotten some more sleep and got my place cleaned up some? Can we do that?” Jasmine asked, not wanting to change their routine—although that was the one thing she thought she wanted to change about them.

  Peter leaned in to kiss Jasmine on the neck before responding, “Yes, baby, that sounds like a plan. I was going to fix our breakfast so I guess that makes me in charge of dinner, huh?”

  “Since you offered!” Jasmine said before kissing him on the lips and laughing with him. “I love you, Peter, baby.”

  “I love you back.”

  ~ ~ ~

  About a couple of weeks later, it was Jasmine’s birthday and she had been counting down the days for it. Not only because Peter had something special planned for her, but it was going to be their first chance at getting in some quality time since the turn of events at her place that early Sunday morning.

  Although she still talked to Peter regularly, he was suddenly too busy to physically get together. He claimed he had a project to complete the next couple of weekends leading
up to her birthday. Jasmine even tried stopping by one weeknight when she knew Peter would be home probably getting ready for bed, but in her attempts to get something started he claimed he was tired and would make it up to her soon.

  Jasmine felt that maybe he was trying to punish her in his own way and ration out the loving.

  Then again, what if Peter is feeling insecure and I’m the reason for that, Jasmine asked herself.

  Being turned away, or rejected as she thought of it, made Jasmine sad and she began to worry that she had in fact messed up this relationship. She decided not to bring it up, though, and just figured she would be patient until her birthday weekend came and see what he had in store. He had seemed very excited about the time they were going to have together celebrating her special day, and Peter made it very clear that he wanted her to keep the weekend clear so she could be prepared for anything, so Jasmine was excited.

  Jasmine had already made plans to take the day off from work at the museum that Friday. She decided that she would awake to have breakfast with her parents, spend the day at the spa with some girlfriends, and then do some shopping at the local boutiques until it was time for Peter to leave work and meet up with him.

  He told Jasmine to pack an overnight bag and meet him at the expensive, grand hotel where she always wanted to stay. That was the one part of the evening that Peter did share with her when he got off the phone the previous night after calling Jasmine at midnight to be the first to wish her a happy birthday.

  “Babe, are you serious?” Jasmine asked in the high-pitched voice that Peter was used to hearing when she got excited.

  “Yes, baby, and that’s the only thing I’m telling you. I remember you telling me months ago how you’ve lived here all of your life and never once stayed there. Now you get your chance to do it with me, if that’s ok with you?” Peter asked.