Aladdin: Jasmine's Wedding Night Part 2: The Next Day (MF)
by Col. Kink ([email protected])
At the first blush of morning light, Aladdin came awake. He smiled at the
sight of Jasmine sleeping so peacefully next to him. He had never known
that the art of lovemaking could be so completely and totally satisfying.
The night he had just passed with Jasmine had been more exciting and more
beautiful than anything he'd ever experienced before. Now, as he watched
her sleep, he remembered the feel of her bucking, silken hips beneath him,
and his body roused, ready to once again to taste her loving delights.
Delicious sensations coursed over Jasmine's flesh; excitement throbbed deep
inside her belly. A warm suckling tugged on her breasts, and she moaned
softly, moving restlessly in response to the growing turmoil within. The
heat of strong hands smoothed over her satiny skin until every part of her
body quivered with arousal. Instinctively she parted her thighs, seeking
the rapturous joining that would release her from this torment.
A drowsy awareness told her that this was no dream. Her arms were wrapped
around a male form, her fingers identifying each familiar contour of his
body. A rush of emotion flooded her. Mindless with need, Jasmine lifted her
hips to him, catchi ng her breath as his rigid heat plunged into her liquid
depths. The magic of the moment swept her into a world of pure sensation,
the feelings swirling and soaring inside her until they shattered into
Two figures lay entwined on a field of soft cushions in the soft light of
early morning. Aladdin and Jasmine touched each other softly and whispered
endearments to one another.
"You are so lovely," Aladdin said, drawing back to stare down at her.
With a single finger, he traced teasing patterns over her nipples where his
kisses had left her skin damp, and she moaned low in her throat at his play.
"Aladdin, please, love me," Jasmine begged, wanting to feel his welcoming
weight upon her.
Aladdin gave a low answering chuckle and pulled her fully against him.
Jasmine moved restlessly as his every arousing touch drove her closer and
closer to the edge of bliss.
Rolling Jasmine on her back, Aladdin trailed passionate kisses along her
throat and then dipped lower to claim her breasts. Drawing each throbbing
peak into his mouth in turn and suckling gently until she cried out in
pleasure. Tossing feveri shly beneath him, Jasmine wrapped her legs around
his hips, straining ever nearer as his mouth continued its play and she
arched to him in uncontrollable ecstasy when he moved lower to explore her
Her climax was shattering, pulsing through her in waves of rapture that left
her pliant to his will. Aladdin didn't want her to be a mere recipient of
his passion; he wanted Jasmine to share his excitement. Fitting himself to
her intimately, he rubbed his hips sensuously against hers, wanting her to
feel the passion in him.
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him with open adoration.
"Love me, Jasmine," he murmured thickly and kissed her again.
A contentment had stolen over Jasmine, yet at the insistent feel of his
arousal pressed to her, something elemental and wanton stirred to life within
her. She wanted to satisfy him as perfectly as he had pleased her. Jasmine
reached down to c aress him with knowing hands and then urged him over onto
his back. She explored him hungrily with greedy kisses, searching and finding
his most erotic zones and teasing him to the peak again and again without the
completion his body craved.
Moving lower, her lips sought the hardness of his desire and she took it into
her warm, wet mouth. She suckled on it as he had to her nipples.
Jasmine only had just begun when Aladdin suddenly grabbed her by the
shoulders and pulled her up to him.
"I only wanted to please you," she told him sensuously. "Didn't you like it?"
With guttural growl, he kissed her fiercely, and Jasmine once again reached
down for him, guiding him to her hungry flesh. Raising her hips she slid the
magnificent length of him, enveloping his heat and hardness in one smooth
stroke. At the feeling of him deep inside of her, Jasmine lost all semblance
"Aladdin!" she cried out as her body climaxed convulsively.
At the feel of her unbridled passions, he began to move, thrusting forcefully
into her as she pulsed around him, her muscles contracting in rhythm with his
possession. As her first peak subsided, Aladdin rolled her to her back with
out leaving her and again drove forcefully into her softness. Jasmine reveled
in his taking of command and wrapping her limbs around him, she held him
close as he thrust against her.
The erotic rhythm of his thrusts drove all conscious thought from her mind.
Jasmine abandoned herself to the purity of pleasure, clinging deliriously to
him. Her body seemed to glow with an intense heat. Eyes closed, she heard the
rasp of her husband's breath, felt the heavy thud of his heartbeat against
her breasts. The need pulsed inside her gathered force until it encompassed
every part of her. And when the white-hot explosion came, Jasmine cried out
its cleansing release. At some dim level of awareness, she felt the shudder
of Aladdin's body as he emptied his seed inside her.
Clasped together, they drifted in the ebbing ripples of spent passion.
Jasmine was drowsily concious of a mellow peace that she felt. Her face was
buried in the moist scent of his neck and she felt the heaviness of him atop
Her lashes lifted and she looked up to see him studying her tenderly. Aladdin
raised a hand to her cheek, caressing her with infinite gentleness before
trailing his fingertips downward, tracing first the fragility of her jaw and
then the silk en contour of her shoulder.
"This is heaven," he murmured, "and I'd love to stay here forever...kissing
you...touching you. You're gorgeous, you know," he told her seriously.
"Thank you." Jasmine moved languidly under his assessing gaze. Cupping a
breast, he ran his thumb over the peak until it hardened. Smiling at his
accomplishment, he bent to place a soft kiss on the tender nub.
"And so sensuous..."
Jasmine squirmed as his lips demanded and got a renewed response from her
"Do you like this?" Aladdin murmured as he bit softly at the silken,
brown-tipped mound. "Oh, yes," she gasped as his manipulations both shocked
and stimulated her. "And this?"
Jasmine moaned in exquisite agony as Aladdin showed her new ways he could
arouse her. When his body began to throb with the need to take her again, he
forced himself to draw away, even though he knew she was alive with desire
for him. "Enough," he smiled, his eyes alight with the knowledge that she
was such an apt pupil at learning the art of love.
"Enough?" Jasmine was breathless from the sudden wildfire he had created
within her and amazed that her need for him was becoming more powerful after
each such encounter.
"Don't you remember that we promised to have breakfast with your father? We
had better getting going before he comes to look for us," Aladdin teased,
unable to resist kissing her once more.
"You mean we can't stay here like this forever?"
"Oh, how I wish." He stood and turned to help her. When they both were on
their feet he cupped his hands under her buttocks and pressed her hard
against him. "If only we had a some more time..."
"Let's make time," she suggested.
Knowing that she could never get enough of him...knowing that, no matter what
he said, his body was ready for her, Jasmine rubbed sinuously against him.
"Jasmine," he began to protest, but she silenced him with a kiss.
And Aladdin was lost. Bracing himself against a wall, he lifted her legs
about his waist and positioned her to accept him. Jasmine was thrilled that
she'd managed to distract him from his purpose, and she gave a throaty,
victorious laugh as s he thrust forward, enveloping the hard, pulsing length
No longer caring about the time or place, they mated in ecstasy, their kisses
fiery exchanges that left them enthralled. They climaxed together, holding
tightly to each other, as the whirlpool of their love swirled them away to
forgetfulness and back.
With a groan that had nothing to do with passion, Aladdin half-fell, half-sat
onto a chair.
"I don't think I was ever that fast before in my entire life...I feel so
weak, I may never walk again," he told her humorously as he held her, still
inside her, on his lap.
Jasmine's eyes were aglow with her love for him. "I'm not worried about you
walking..." She let the sentence hang for a moment, before laughing lightly
at Aladdin's amazement.
"You're insatiable," he accused happily.
"Aren't you glad?" she returned, enjoying the feeling of being held on his
lap while she was still a part of his body.
He answered her with a tender kiss that told her all she needed to know.
"I guess we do have to get up, don't we?'
"Now, I'm the one who doesn't want to move again..."
"Come on, Aladdin. I'm sure you don't want to keep my father waiting," she
said as she slowly got up from his lap. "I'm going to take a bath." With
that, Jasmine went into a room off the bedroom.
Aladdin followed her into the room and found a circular pool set into the
floor. Warm water flowed the wall and into the pool.
Jasmine steeped down into the pool, delighted to find it only waist deep.
She didn't wash her hair, as it would take too long to dry, but she scrubbed
her body from face to toes.
Aladdin observed her and his body alerted him to his rising desire.
She smiled dreamily as she labored. When her eyes landed on him, they
reflected her own desire. He hunkered down beside the pool and watched her
as overwhelming passion cours ed through them both.
He joined Jasmine in the pool and took the piece of soap from her hand and
began to slowly and enticingly bathe her. Jasmine did the same for him. His
lathered hands slipped over her breasts, kneading the nipples between his
thumb and forefin ger. Her hands moved with slippery pleasure over his chest
and shoulders. His head bent forward as his probing tongue touched hers;
they savored the taste of each other.
Aladdin's squeezed the pleading mounds and sweetly tormented the thrusting
peaks. His hands slid around her back and grasped her buttocks. As he fondled
them, he pressed her snugly against his hardness. Aladdin caught Jasmine's
shoulders and pulled them beneath the surface to rinse away the soap. After
he raised her upper torso above the water's surface, his tongue circled her
nipple and inflamed her senses.
Aladdin's hand's teased down her sides, over her hips and parted to go in
separate directions. One hand caressed her buttocks as the other moved
between her thighs to gently stroke the straining peak there.
He could feel the tension and throbbing within that pleasure point. As he
lavished warm moisture and delight on her nipples, his finger entered the
softness of her womanhood. He moved expertly until her head thrashed wildly
with mounting desire.
Jasmine's hands roved the smooth body before her. They played over the
muscles across his chest and lining his shoulders. They roamed over and
around his slim, flat stomach. Her fingertips playfully grazed his hips,
then wandered to examine h is firm buttocks. His actions were stealing
her senses and control. Her hands shifted to weave through his groin
area. She caressed the two round knobs beneath his blood engorged shaft.
Her hands ran up and down its length. It was so smooth and firm, so full
of skill and need.
Aladdin was starving for her. He lifted her and sat her on the edge of the
pool. Their eyes met; she comprehended his sensual intention. She smiled
and tingled with anticipation. He pushed her down onto the carpeted floor.
Jasmine inhaled dee ply to control the building suspense and her eagerness.
She closed her eyes and allowed him free rein over her body and senses.
Aladdin's gaze locked on her womanhood, its appeal calling out to him. He
visually explored her most private area. His hand reached out to gently
stimulate the tiny mound. He smiled when she trembled at his stirring touch.
A finger eased with in her secret recess to find it moist and eager. Heady
power and pleasure surged through him.
His other hand wandered up and down her silky thighs. He was fascinated by
the beauty of his stimulation. He passed his tongue over his lips, and his
manhood pulsed in response. His finger moved upward to make blissful contact
her lower peak, and he carefully massaged it until her hips undulated and
she moaned unceasingly. His head bent forward and his tongue replaced his
finger. He teased the extremely sensitive peak with his teeth, giving her
Jasmine groaned and her head thrashed against the carpet. Tension built
within her. She wanted to relax, but couldn't. Her stomach muscles tightened
in almost painful anticipation. Her peak throbbed and pulsed as Aladdin
continued his erotic attack on her mindless senses.
Aladdin's tongue flicked and circled, sometimes slowly, sometime swiftly. His
finger slipped within her body. Together it worked with his tongue to bring
her to the point of torturously sweet rapture. She cried out his name and
arched her hip s upward as the spasms rocked her body. Aladdin increased his
endeavors to give her supreme pleasure. As soon as she settled, he climbed
out of the water and hovered over her. Then he captured her lips and entered
her slippery haven.
His self-control was sorely tested. He was surprised when she rapidly
responded to him, as if insatiable. He thrust gingerly until she arched and
matched his pattern. Aladdin didn't have to labor hard or long. He sensed
her urgency and increa sed his pace.
His mouth went from nipple to nipple as he drove into her body and retreated
rhythmically. Another explosion of rapture assailed Jasmine. She clung to her
love tightly and fiercely. Aladdin cast aside any control he had left and
emptied himse lf into her.
"I love you Aladdin," she sighed, her body aching from his hungry claiming.
"You're perfect, my love," he whispered. "I'll never stop wanting you..."
They both enjoyed the feeling of their bodies touching each other and the
feel of the beating of their hearts slow from the frenzy that they had
"Aladdin?" Her voice was a soft purr as her hands caressed his chest.
"Yes?" The mood was so tranquil that he didn't want to even think about
"We have to go," Jasmine told him regretfully.
"I know, my love," he said sympathetically. "How I wish we could stay like
They both reluctantly stood up and quickly dried each other off. Aladdin
watched as Jasmine moved about the bedroom retrieving her discarded clothes.
He drew a deep breath and tried to focus his attention on something besides
the view she was presenting him everytime she bent over to get an article of
clothing. He quickly put on his clothes before he let the temptations she
was innocently offering excite him again.
"How long do we have to stay at this breakfast?" Jasmine asked as she
smoothed out a few wrinkles in her clothes.
"I don't care what you father expects, but I want to be their for only an
hour and then we will have the rest of the day for each other," Aladdin
closed by giving Jasmine a gentle kiss.
Aladdin and Jasmine then walked hand-in-hand out of the bedroom.