She hadn’t realized she’d had her eyes closed until she opened them and saw Antonio looking right at her. He was enjoying her reactions to his touch, but something told Jackie that he wanted more.Neededmore.
Antonio moved to the right foot, and Jackie repeated her motions, pressing her heel into his chest. “Fuck, Lucky,” Antonio moaned. He had to pause to palm his erection, adjusting himself before his fingers moved to untie the final straps. Once he had her foot unencumbered, Antonio repeated the massage ritual.
“Is this good for you?” Antonio asked as his eyes focused on the movement of his hands. When he pressed his thumbs in the space between her toes and balls of her feet, Jackie thought she’d experienced the Holy Ghost. The man must have studied reflexology as part of this kink, because he was truly gifted.
“Sssss….” Jackie hissed, before biting her lip. If she came right then and there, she honestly wouldn’t feel embarrassed.
“Imma take that as a yes, then,” Antonio smirked, applying steady pressure to the spot that hurt the most.
Lord, his fingers felt so good. The perfect amount of pressure. Jackie swallowed, composing herself enough to have a little more fun. Slowly, she moved her other foot up Antonio’s chest, her toes feeling the bit of exposed flesh of his chest. When she got to the bottom of his chin, he paused his rubbing. Jackie could see his breath hitch. She just knew her toe right under his lip was making his pulse race and his dick ache.
“Lucky,” Antonio breathed out. “Don’t tease me like that.”
Jackie was not a tease. She always gave good boys their treats. She moved her foot, resting her big toe right on his bottom lip. Antonio closed his eyes, and Jackie could feel the warmth of his breath on her feet. Other than his breathing, he was still, his hands now obediently at his sides. It was as if he was waiting for his next set of instructions. It sent a chill up her spine and started a steady thump in her coochie.
Jackie tapped her toe on his bottom lip. His thick, pink tongue darted out, slowly licking the underside of her big toe. The action sent electricity from that spot all the way to the juncture of her thighs. Jackie scooted down near the edge of the table to give herself more leverage as she slowly pushed her foot forward. That was all the signal Antonio needed to wrap his full lips fully around her toes, sucking, moaning, and cursing himself into ecstasy.
“Hmm. Shit. Pretty. Fucking. Toes,” he said, punctuating each pause with an alternating lick or suck. The man was in heaven, and it turned Jackie on to be the person who sent him there. But heaven wasn’t good enough for Jackie. She wanted to put the man in a state of nirvana that even Alma y Tierra couldn’t provide.
Jackie ran her other foot up and down Antonio’s chest, snaking inside his shirt to feel his bare chest. She ran it down his chest, over his brand. With every stroke, she felt his chest rise and fall.
Antonio released her toes from his mouth and moved on to the other foot. Emboldened, he lifted her foot and licked from the heel to the top of her big toe, then snaked his tongue up the top of her foot. When Antonio got to her ankle, he sucked, then bit ever so slightly.
Jackie’s nipples tightened under her dress, and her thong stuck to her skin. It had been a minute since she’d been this aroused from nonpenetrative foreplay. Jackie had been with plenty of men and women who had their own kinks, but not like this. Sure, this was pretty low on the scale of freaky things she’d let a partner do to and with her. She’d never thought of her feet turning anyone on. She’d never gotten this level of excitement from letting a person worship the most mundane part of her. It was never too late to appreciate new thrills.
Antonio leaned back and unbuttoned his shirt. Jackie watched as he peeled out of it slowly, seeming to make a show out of it. She could appreciate a good, slow striptease. Especially from a thick, fine man like Ant. A simple gold chain lay against his chest, his dark mahogany muscles flexing with each movement.
“You know,” Antonio began as he kissed his way up Jackie’s leg, “I told you earlier that I’d love to see your fine ass on this table.”
Jackie looked at Antonio, her brow raised. She loved that he was a man of his word.
Antonio gave Jackie a long, slow lick along her inner thigh. “I’m about to eat your pussy like a mango. And you better have my face just as sticky and wet. Otherwise, Imma just have to start all over until you wet up my face….”
The way Antonio said it sounded like a threat, a promise, and a scripture all at once. Her clit tingled like it was getting a bat signal.Holy Ghost, Father God, help me, Jackie said to herself. She might not survive this, but dying by cunnilingus wasn’t such a bad way to go out.
Antonio pulled Jackie further toward him on the table until her pussy was directly in his line of sight.
“Pull your dress up, Lucky,” he said roughly.
Jackie did what she was told until she felt the coolness of the table on her thighs and ass. Antonio didn’t break eye contact once as he moved his hands up her thighs and gripped the sides of her thong. Jackie watched as he pulled down the thong, evidence of her arousal out in the open.
“Damn, this wet already, huh, baby?” He sniffed her panties, then tucked them into the pocket of his pants. “Let me see if I can make you wetter.”
As if on cue, lightning flashed across the massive window of the villa. Rain came pouring down at the first swipe of Antonio’s tongue across Jackie’s pussy. Guess Shane had been right about one thing—Playa del Carmen was about to get wet. And so was she.
Antonio licked her long and deep, sending Jackie’s hands flying to palm his head. He moved out of her grip.
“Nah, ma. You had your fun. You don’t run shit right now. I got this.”
The switch from sweet sub to demanding dom had been swift. He gripped her thighs, stretching her legs as wide as possible. Jackie was so exposed, so open, and her whole body throbbed with need. Antonio licked her from her clit to her heated entrance and back again, over and over. When his mouth fully latched on to her clit and sucked, Jackie knew that man meant business. He was sucking her like the last piece of meat on an expensive plate of Jamaican oxtails. That same electric feeling that she’d been trying to ignore over the past few days came rushing back, as if she and Antonio were sharing a heartbeat.
“Fuck, Ant…please!” Jackie screamed.What the hell?She had just screamed aloud. With her actual voice. Jackie clutched her throat, bewildered.
“What the hell…?” Antonio looked elated, possessed even. “Jackie, if I knew that’s all it took to cure you, I would have given you this medicine a while ago.” He placed one hand on her throat, covering her own hand. Then he licked her again, this time slower and concentrating on her aching clit.
Jackie’s head was spinning. Her voice had returned for the first time in weeks, not counting sleep-talking. But she couldn’t process any of that, because if this man licked her one more time, she was sure her body would explode.
“I can’t take it,” she said, breathless. “Antonio…”
