Jasmine listened as his footsteps grew father away and the clicking gradually faded into silence. She wasn’t the only one who could play naughty. Weaving through the arms of trees, over stumps and rocks, and around water that was either running, trickling, or pooling up, Jasmine heard the sounds stop abruptly. The rag seemed to absorb it magically, and Jasmine watched in fascination, distracted from her emotions. His eyes wandered downward, evaluating her ass. He threw the restored books upward and they automatically hovered back into their places on the shelf in a swift arch. Several white, winged figures swooped down, some jumping down from nearby treetops.Angels. He snuggled his face beside hers, licking at and sucking at her earlobe, and breathed in the faint aroma of her finely brushed hair; wind and roses. His scent wrapped around her. Jasmine slid off the bed and awkwardly wandered closer, a little self conscious of her body; she felt exposed and quite vulnerable.
