“What is it, baby?”
Without a word, Jackie moved toward the edge of the chase, put her hands around the backs of his thighs, and pulled Antonio forward. Right when the print of his dick was at her face, she looked up at him.
“You know, all the times we’ve done what we’ve done, I don’t think I’ve given this,” she nodded toward his dick, “a proper inspection.”
Jackie peeled Antonio’s boxers down his massive brown thighs. These were the legs of an athlete, toned, with evidence of a few battle scars here and there. The scars didn’t make him less beautiful in Jackie’s eyes. Quite the opposite. She ran her fingers across his knee, to where he’d had an ACL surgery, kissing the faint scar.
When the boxers hit the floor, Antonio stepped out of them, and Jackie’s eyes traveled back up to her intended destination. She licked her lips, inhaled a steadying breath, and slowly took Antonio into her warm, wet mouth. As soon as Jackie’s tongue snaked around his dick, he pulsed in her mouth and let out a ragged hiss.
“Fuck,” Antonio said, the word strangled within a moan. Jackie loved a man who moaned. She especially loved a man who moaned when she had the upper hand. She took in as much as she could of him, giving long, languid licks between fast, consuming ones. When he rocked back a little on his heels, Jackie smiled to herself, because she knew she had him right where she wanted him.
“Shit, Lucky, you ain’t playing no games right now,” Antonio breathed.
Jackie slowly released him from her mouth, holding him steady with one hand as she licked around his sensitive tip. “I told you. A proper inspection.” Before she could get a response, Jackie had wrapped her lips back around Antonio’s slick hardness, prepared to make the man beg for mercy.
Antonio put his hands on the back of Jackie’s head, moving with every motion. When that was too much, his hands went to her shoulders. Jackie knew he must have been close, because he had no idea where to put his hands, and complete gibberish was coming from his mouth. She loved making a partner fall apart.
“Lucky, baby,” he begged. “You gotta let up off me with that mouth. Otherwise, I’m not gonna be any good for the rest of the night.”
Jackie pulled back, wiping the corners of her lips with a chuckle. “So, what you’re saying is you can’t hang, huh?”
“What?” Antonio scoffed. “Never that.” He gave her a heated stare. “I got plans for you, Lucky. And I need to be able to follow through.”
“Oh yeah? Plans like what?”
“First step is undressing you,” Antonio said, bending down. He tugged at the bottom of her sweater. “Arms up, Lucky.”
Jackie did as she was told, lifting her arms to let him remove her sweater. He softly patted her hair back into place before kissing her forehead, then moving along her jawline, and finally settling his lips at the curve of her neck. Jackie felt the warmth of his lips and breath against her skin and shuddered.
Antonio moved his exploration to her shoulders, then the tops of her breasts, before he finally looked up at her. He gave her a slight smile as he unbuttoned her jeans. As he did so, Jackie kicked off those godawful sneakers. Once her jeans were on the floor, she kicked them to the side. Because she’d worn sneakers, Jackie had on socks—cute, multicolored ones with polka dots and stripes. She knew seeing her feet covered up was probably driving Antonio crazy with desire.
Jackie lifted a covered foot in his direction. “What’s wrong? Hate my socks?”
He leaned back on his haunches, staring at them. “You know I do. You’re not allowed to wear socks near me again.”
“What about when it’s cold? Do you want me to get frostbite?”
“I’ll make sure your feet are warm at all times. I’ll get heated floors if I have to.” Antonio slowly peeled the socks from her feet. He did it so sensually, Jackie almost forgot that socks weren’t sexy in any capacity.
Antonio began rubbing one foot, then stopped. “Can I do this, Jackie? Can you let me have this?” The man was so good with his hands, Jackie was tempted to cancel every massage appointment she had scheduled for the rest of the year. She wondered if he was as good with a pedicure as he was foot massages.
Jackie was so turned on by his worship of her that she would have let him do anything he wanted. “Yes, you’ve been a good boy, Antonio. Such a good boy.”
Antonio kissed her big toe. “Is that right?” He kissed the top of her foot. “I got something better for those pretty toes than socks. I’ll be right back.”
Jackie watched him hurry to closet where his suitcase was. Now, she was into some freaky stuff, but she had her limits. She would most certainly run for the hills if he pulled out something with electricity—or worse, spikes. Instead, Antonio came back with a shoe box that she could recognize with her eyes closed.
“Louboutin? A man after my own heart.”
Antonio knelt in front of Jackie. “It was either these or Jimmy Choo. I notice you wear red bottoms the most, so I got you these.” He opened the box, removing the dust bag to reveal the most gorgeous pair of satin emerald-green 160mm Maria Frou Alta heels, the highest heel in the Louboutin brand.
“Green is my favorite color, my lucky color. It also seemed like a fitting color for my Lucky Charm,” Antonio said as he slowly removed the tissue from the toe box. He nodded toward her foot. “May I?”
Jackie extended her leg and let Antonio place the heel on one foot, then the other. She looked at her feet. Jackie could wear high heels with the best of them, but the 160s took it to another level. The only person she’d seen comfortably walk in these was the waif-like actress Zendaya. And Jackie, barely 5’2” and thicker than a cold bowl of grits, was far from supermodel thin.
“Ant, these are beautiful. But I can’t walk in them,” Jackie admitted.
“These aren’t for walking,” Antonio said, lifting her foot and resting the pointy heel on his chest. Jackie knew what he wanted. And she was going to give it to him.
