Asia And Asia: A Black Woman Asian Man Romance Read Online Free Page B

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