“Tell me what they’re for, Antonio,” Jackie said as she gently pressed the heel into his chest.
Antonio closed his eyes, biting his lip. “To fuck you in,” he grunted out.
Jackie twisted her foot slightly, and she felt Antonio’s grip on her leg tighten. “How bad do you want to fuck me in these heels?”
“So fucking bad, Lucky. Let me fuck you in these heels, baby.”
“Say please, Antonio.” Jackie was so turned on, she was sure she had already drenched the chaise.
Antonio swallowed. Jackie could see his dick getting harder by the second. “Please, Jacqueline. Let me fuck you in these heels, baby. I want to, so badly.”
Jackie smirked. “I need a kiss first.”
When Antonio leaned forward, aiming for her lips, she stopped him. Jackie placed her hand on his head, palming his waves. “Not there.” She lifted her legs higher, nearly resting them on his broad shoulders.
Antonio began slipping her panties off, and Jackie lifted slightly to let him get the material over her ass. Before she could count to one, his mouth was on her.
At the first lick, the first stroke of his tongue, Jackie was falling apart. The scruff of his goatee against her thighs was such a contrast to the way his mouth felt against her aching core. He was gentle yet precise. The first orgasm came fast, catching Jackie off guard, but there was no time to recover. With every lick of his tongue, every suck on her clit, Antonio was creating an avalanche of pleasure. If orgasms were a drug, then Jackie was chasing the high. She needed another, and another, until her body felt as if it would explode.
“Ant…please…” Jackie moaned, her voice hoarse from screaming. “I can’t…I can’t….”
Antonio ignored her, his mouth still working overtime between her legs.
Jackie couldn’t and wouldn’t take it anymore. She moved between them, lifting his head by the chin. “Just fuck me, for God’s sake.”
“Whatever you want, ma.” Antonio gave her one last lick, then a kiss to her inner thigh, before letting her legs down. He reached around, unhooking her bra with ease. Jackie’s nipples hardened as soon as the bra was unhooked. Antonio noticed, running a thumb across an erect nipple.
“God, Ant, please,” Jackie whined. Every stroke of his thumb against her skin made her burn with desire.
Antonio leaned close, running his tongue along the shell of her ear. “I think you better leave God out of this, ma. Shit’s about to get real sinful.”
For a split second, Jackie regretted skipping dinner because she knew from that statement that Antonio was going to drain every ounce of energy from her body. The look in his eye told Jackie he meant every word.
Antonio captured her lips, sucking and nibbling between kisses.
He eased between her legs, rubbing the head of his dick up and down her hot, wet center. “I’ve missed this, Lucky. It’s all I can think about,” he whispered.
Jackie’s answer to Antonio was to place her hand over his, guiding him right where she wanted him: inside her. They both moaned, a low sound that reverberated between them.
Antonio grabbed Jackie’s leg, wrapping it around his waist, the other dangling over the chaise. The heel of her shoe was right on his back, pressing so close to the top of his ass, but Antonio didn’t wince. Instead, he focused all his energy into his hips, grinding into her in the most satisfying way. The shallowness of his strokes stoked a need in her.
Jackie’s hands palmed Antonio’s chest. “Give me all of you, Ant. I want to feel you.”
“I want you to feel that shit, too, ma. Imma give it to you.” He switched from shallow strokes to deep thrusts, hitting the part of Jackie that ached to be given deliberate pleasure.
“Hmm…Ant… You feel so fucking good!” Jackie screamed, her nails now clawing him, trying to hold on. Her whole body felt electric, like pure energy and light, as she tumbled into ecstasy.
“Look at me, Lucky,” Antonio asked, placing a gentle hand on her throat. “Let me see that pretty face when you come.”
Jackie’s eyes fluttered open, and she stared into Antonio’s dark brown irises. She could make out flecks of gold shining there. It was as if she could see their past, present, and future in his eyes. It should have scared her, just like it had in Mexico. But this time, she stayed with it, wanting to drown in all the memories and pleasure and hope.
That rush of feeling had Jackie coming over and over again. She was sure her screams could be heard down below on River Street, but she didn’t care. Noises be damned. She was making love to her man.
Her man.
The words moved through Jackie’s brain in a flash, but there was no going back. She’d claimed Antonio as hers. To be honest, she’d literallyandmetaphorically tattooed his memory on her ten years ago. He’d sunk his hooks in her that first night, and she’d spent ten years of stupid stubbornness trying to ignore it. Right now, she wasn’t going to ignore it. She was going to let go—and finally fall.
Antonio’s lips were against hers, not kissing, just lightly pressed against her open mouth as he breathed. Jackie felt his warmth enter her body just as he came with a shattering orgasm of his own. Jackie gripped him with her muscles as he pulsed inside her. The groan of satisfaction Antonio released tickled that part of her brain that craved control. She’d given him what he needed. Maybe that’s why they worked so well together. They anticipated each other’s needs in a language only the two of them could understand.
