Asia And Asia: A Black Woman Asian Man Romance (3 page)

“That’s really interesting,” Antonio said. “I didn’t know about that.”

Wanting to change the subject, Jasmine said, “How about you? Tell me more about yourself. What is General Santos like? Tell me more about the day-to-day stuff, and the weather, oh, it sounds like a pleasant place to be.”

“It can be. But sometimes there are a lot of problems. The Philippines itself has a lot of issues to work out. There is widespread poverty. And most people are unable to leave the country. Most people would like to, and then at the same time, if things were better, they wouldn’t have to. So I think there’s definitely a love-hate relationship with the archipelago. As for the city itself, well, it’s located right near an ocean bay. It’s called Sarangani. It’s quite pristine and stretches out way into the horizon.” Antonio closed his eyes, holding tighter Jasmine’s hand. “You have to imagine, a place with crystal blue waters, one that is so clean, you would feel bad using it for anything else besides a painting or inspiration. The city has about half a million people in it. The languages are mainly English and Tagalog, though other people speak others like Cebuano. My family does a lot with sardines. Sometimes, I get packages of the stuff.”

“Is business good?” Jasmine wanted to know more about his wealth. Because it seemed like Antonio was the type of person who definitely knew his way around an ATM machine. “I take it that it must do well with the ocean all around.”

“Yes,” Antonio said. “You have so much ocean and sea. An endless expanse. So much opportunity to reap. Make a lot of money. My family does well for themselves, managing different fisheries and offshore operations. I’m really thankful for all of what they do. Because it really makes life a lot easier.”

“I can imagine. I’m the same way.”

Jasmine and Antonio reached the end of the trail. They were walking underneath a grove of oak trees. Of course, these oak trees had a lot of water pumping into the root, being artificially supported and propped up. Jasmine rested her hand against the bark of one of them, falling against Antonio’s chest, leaning into him until they both nestled against a crack in the trunk.

By now, both of them had finished up their drinks. Jasmine had an empty martini glass in her hands, and she placed it down by their feet. Antonio did the same with his glass. He held her tight, pulling her closer and closer, until their hearts were united and beating one after the other. Jasmine closed her eyes, thinking to herself about all of the sweet things they might do if they had a room for themselves.

But it didn’t matter. Not to Antonio at least.

Inside or outside, he wanted to have a piece of her.

It was obvious…

Because he had a bold erection, one that was stretching thick and down the length of his jeans. She gripped it, holding it tight in her hands. It was so massive, filling up her palms. She squeezed around it, kissing Antonio.

“I want you,” she gasped. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you in economics. You are really… I think you’re incredibly hot.”

“I’m glad you’ve finally said so,” Antonio said. “You’re the same.”

Antonio gripped Jasmine’s ass, putting his hand against both cheeks, riding up against her crack. She found herself standing on her tip toes, placing her chin right on the top of his shoulder. Whatever he squeezed with his hands, a ripple of muscle, a flash of power—the heat of ecstasy ran up the length of his forearms—up to his biceps, thundering upwards and across his shoulders and traps, all the way to his lips. It was one fluid motion, a snakelike bend in his arms.

Jasmine groaned. She bit Antonio’s neck, planting her teeth deep inside of his skin. Antonio groaned back, as if in response to her pleasure. He gripped her tighter and tighter, hiking up her dress, helping to undo the panties she wore until she no longer had them around her hips. They were wrapped around her curvy thighs, going lower and lower, until she couldn’t stand having them trapping her legs together. She simply snapped her legs outward, practically stumbling over, ripping them in half. Then she bit down and heart into Antonio’s neck, placing her tongue into the ridges she was digging into his skin. Antonio squeezed with his hands, both plush and supple ass cheeks, letting his fingers go further and further, until they were near the bone! Jasmine thrashed her head backwards, suddenly force the way by sheer blast of euphoria rolling through her body. She gripped Antonio’s waist, feeling his Adonis belt, feeling his undulating stomach. He had so much muscle!

She needed to see it.

She needed to see him naked already…

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, gasping, heaving. “I want you to fuck me and show me what kind of man you are. Show me everything! I want your Filipino dick inside of me…”

“No problem… I have no problem doing that…” Even Antonio was out of breath.

He started unbuckling his belt, slowly undoing the notches. Then he shimmied out of his pants, casting off his jeans into the darkness. Jasmine felt his shaft, how large it was, how much she could squirt out at the tip of his cock, white hot pre-come, all from the eye. She squeezed harder and harder, milking him, making more pour out from the tip. Antonio moaned, and Jasmine squeezed her pussy lips, squeezed all of her clit and thigh muscles to produce an immense flow of juice down her legs. She trembled, vibrating while she stood before Antonio, almost naked, ready to be held.

“Let undo these,” Antonio said, putting his hands by her bra. With a quick fluid motion, he simply ripped off the clips, casting them away as he had done with his pants.

His supple fingers draped her nipples, going over her areolas, massaging the outer rims. He brought his palms against the center tips, rubbing them gently, then bringing them outward to the edges, making sure to press his thumbs against the rims. With a quick and fluid motion, he dipped his hands down against his cock, feeling his pre-come, and then he brought his hands back up to her areolas, massaging her nipples, really digging into her centers. She felt a blast of euphoria and ecstasy storm across her body, making her shiver and her eyes bulge. She gripped his waist tighter and tighter, needing support, but never having it, considering the pleasure made her absolutely shut down. She was gasping. She was heaving. And her breath was laborious.

“I don’t want you to just fuck me…”

“Let me show you everything…”

Antonio knelt down before Jasmine. He brought his mouth right against her pussy, sucking the juices, draping his lips against hers, massaging with a tension in his tongue, the length of her hood, arcing up and down her muscles. He felt her raw passion, squeezing of her pussy lips, and how she trembled whenever he ate her out. Soon enough, Jasmine found herself pressing her face against the oak tree behind them, and then, she was brought to her knees, slowly but surely, brought her knees. She trembled in place, shivering and shaking, holding onto Antonio’s shoulders now, holding onto him for her life. She spread her legs out, leaning backwards into the ground, making sure to have her pussy lips wide and open for a good taking. Antonio pressed his face deep against her, digging his tongue inside, feeling out the rim and wheel of her pussy hood. She squirted again, and Antonio sucked more and more, dragging the length of his tongue all the way inside, until she could feel it almost by her G spot.

Jasmine thrashed about on the ground, squeezing her lips, then relaxing her thighs, then squeezing her lips again. She felt her clit explode with a furious passion. Then Antonio placed his fingertips across the center of her clit, and with quick and fluid motions, he dragged the tips of his fingers across the center, quickly flicking her clit, making her clit feel a euphoric throb, a passion she had not felt every her life. Jasmine tossed her head to the side, biting on her lips, squeezing her fists, pounding him against the ground.

“If you don’t stop,” Jasmine gasped. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come!”

“That’s kind of the point,” Antonio said, smiling from his position down below. Jasmine stopped struggling against him, letting her legs slacking, and go to the sides. She had her back down against the ground, her lungs forcing out so much air, she thought she might suffocate from it. “Are you ready?”

“Do what you have to,” Jasmine said. “I feel like you know what you’re doing…”

Antonio grinned. He went back down against her pussy, licking the rims, letting his tongue go all the way inside again, forcing himself deeper and deeper, all the while massaging her thighs, her calves, and her beautiful curvy legs. Antonio felt around her ankles, draping his hands over her feet, letting his tongue slick her pussy walls again and over. Jasmine didn’t even have the strength to squeeze anymore. She throbbed and ached, passionately enduring the pleasure closing her eyes, making her squirt juice.

Jasmine could probably fill buckets with the amount of juice she was squirting out.

Then the ecstasy and euphoria started to surface underneath her skin. She felt that all across her body, starting from underneath her heart, and expanding outward, making it to her extremities. She felt the ecstasy and euphoria at the tips of her fingers, at the base of her scalp, and down by her toes. She could feel a passion arising in his spirits, readying herself for the best climax she had ever had. Her sex throbbed again, sending a vibration across her body. When she closed her eyes, her face ached with a dull furious heat. She was breathing harder, getting as much air as she possibly could…

Which is to say, not much.

Antonio flicked deeper again, flicking his tongue across her clit, making her squirm, making Jasmine absolutely enthralled by desire. Enthralled by Antonio’s immense sexual prowess. His acuity for women. The acumen he possessed to dominate, making Jasmine—

Oh, God!

Jasmine came. Her pussy throbbed, and her clit ached and she was squirting out so much juice, she felt embarrassed about it. Her body flailed around as if her arms were weapons. Her legs slammed against the ground. She twisted her neck left and right, struggling to stay cognizant. She felt her eyes, aching, totally blacking out. Whenever she tried to open them, she could only see the night sky, and darkness. She felt a passionate ecstasy throbbing in her heart. Every single beat making her want to come more and more. She closed her eyes harder, squealing, making loud noises, and thrashing in the dirt.

“I— I…”

“Keep coming,” Antonio said. “Just keep coming, all right?”

Jasmine nodded. She finally rested her head to the left, staring at a large root escaping from the earth. She gripped the soil, her hair sprawled around her face, her makeup probably a mess from sweat dripping down her forehead. Her entire body was orgasmic. Simply orgasmic. Her skin tingled with a leftover sensation making a flush glow across her face.

“I can’t believe that,” Jasmine said. “You’re really good. I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy be like that with me ever…”

“I’m glad…”

“I cannot believe that someone could be so good at making me… come…”

Jasmine shook her head. It was just borderline unfathomable. How could Antonio be so skilled at this? He definitely had his way around a woman. He definitely knew what to do with a clit and pussy.

“I’m still hard though,” Antonio said.

Jasmine could feel his erection down the length of her leg.

Jasmine sat up, crawling closer to Antonio. She reached out, feeling his ball sack. The individual nuts were tight, drawing up close against his body. She pivoted her hands deep, feeling with her fingers his prostate. With a gentle jab, she felt all the way inward, making Antonio groaned and his dick flex. She liked the sight of Antonio’s penis arcing up against his body, slapping in response to the pleasure.

With two fingers, she gripped his balls, massaging his prostate, and then with her mouth, she went down, wrapping her lips all the way until she deep-throated him. Jasmine went down and up along her shaft, squeezing her tongue down and around his vain. She could feel throb, the pulse and vigor of euphoria and ecstasy not only steamroll through his cock, but her body as well. She derived a pleasure from seeing him squirm. From knowing she too was sexy and beautiful. Desirable.

Antonio pressed himself against the oak tree. He squirmed, thrusting his cock upwards into Jasmine’s mouth. She sucked harder and harder, bringing her throat all the way down, making sure to envelop him completely. She sucked like a vacuum, tasting every single drop of his pre-come. She felt the stickiness sliding down her mouth, all the way until her lips too were coated in glistening white. She gripped his pecs, feeling the centers of his nipples, rubbing her hands up and down, watching them get tighter and tighter. Jasmine smothered her face on Antonio’s cock, feeling his prostate, digging deeper and deeper, making Antonio groan and moan.

Jasmine now went up and down his shaft, like a woodpecker, nailing him with her neck, sucking and undulating her throat. She could taste every inch of him. And it was almost as if sucking on sweet nectar, or pie! He definitely had eaten lots of pineapples…

She bounced against his Adonis belt, feeling a dull pleasure ache in her pussy. Yes, she loved the fact that she could make a man squirm around, uncontrollably, lovingly so. He placed his arms out to the side, feeling the roots of the tree. With a squeeze of his cock, he squirted out another line of pre-come, warming up the depths of Jasmine’s throat. She grinned, feeling the length of his cock in all of its entirety, enjoying how big it was, making her mouth expand and explode with heat. Making her mouth salivate, mixing and mingling with his pre-come. She had white all over her lips, and she had white all over her ebony skin.