Could she do it? Could she let him...?
Too late.
He spread her wide and then buried his head between her thighs, feasting on her. That was the only way to describe it. She grasped his thick hair with both hands. Seeing him there, the top of his head and dark hair positioned between her legs, the feel of his tongue, teasing her clit before sucking on her, his thumbs sharing entry inside of her, was all more than she could take.
“Luca...” she moaned, clutching at his hair. Desperate. “Please.” Please what? She had no fucking clue. She just knew she needed something.
He didn’t let go but rather increased the pressure on her, moving his head back and forth rapidly, penetrating her with his tongue and fingers together. Then...oh, yes...he squeezed his pinky finger into the tight opening of her ass, something no one had ever done, something she hadn’t been sure she’d ever like.
She didn’t like it; she loved it.
Her pussy erupted inside his mouth, her body bucking out of control with the severity of her orgasm as she kicked and tugged frantically at his hair.
“Luca...yes, yes, oh, God, yes!”
Jasmine thought she might start crying, not out of sadness but out of the weight of release. It was Luca who slowed things down, who cupped her pussy, holding on to the aftershocks of her orgasm as if he was going to keep them for later. He crawled up beside her, stroking her face, calming her until she opened her eyes and saw him there, watching her.
Softly he kissed her, his mouth so warm and tasting of sweet sex.
“You are a beautiful woman,” he said softly. “But when you come? You are a fucking goddess.”
* * *
How had this amazing woman never experienced oral sex before? He’d known she was not as experienced as she claimed, yet she’d given him an un-fucking-believable blow job yesterday in the shower.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For kissing you?”
She nodded, smiling shyly.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.” Her smile faltered as she tugged her wrinkled shirt back over her breasts.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed.”
“Why?”
“Because—”
Oh, no, she wasn’t. “Come here.” He rolled off the bed and extended his hand, offering to help her up. She took it and stood, uncertain, her skirt hanging askew around her hips.
“We are not done here, Jasmine.”
“We’re not?”
“That was only the entrée.” He licked his lips, her flavor still lingering there. Fucking delicious.
“But, isn’t the entrée the main course?”
“No.” He lifted her shirt up and off, and tugged the skirt down her hips so that it fell about her bare feet. “In France, the entrée is only the first course.”
“Oh.”
Lord, he could gaze at her naked body forever. Her skin had a beautiful rosy flush to it that was in delicious contrast to her dark hair.
“So, now what?”
“Now you are going to do exactly as I say.”
Her gaze flew up to his, her swollen lips parted, his words and meaning making her gasp. Not in fear, but in excitement and willingness.
“Undress me.”
Her brows rose and then she nodded, her fingers moving quickly to the buttons on his linen shirt.
“Not so fast. Enjoy every moment.”
With her fingers on the third button, she gazed at it before slowly slipping the button through the hole. She moved on to the next and he felt the pressure of her fingernails on his skin.
Divine.
She continued, as if the act of buttons coming free of their buttonholes was fascinating, until his shirt was undone and she parted it like a curtain at the start of a play. The soft grunt she made after running her hands over his bare chest elicited a growl from him. Her touch was so wonderfully erotic. Tentative and sensual all at once.
“My God,” she murmured as she leaned close and rubbed her cheek against him. “You have the nicest chest.”
The statement made his already hard cock twitch.
“And you smell delicious.” She ran her tongue in between his pecs and then circled one of his nipples before lightly clamping her teeth on the other. “Taste even better.”
For an inexperienced woman, there were times when she sure as hell seemed to know what she was doing. Luca fought the urge to twist her lush hair around his fists and to position her where he wanted her. But that was not what he wanted, not for Jasmine, anyway. He wanted to savor every fucking moment, which meant he had to control his more basic urges—no easy feat when the mere sight of her made him desperate to bury his cock in her warm body. But taking his time and building anticipation always made it better, and that was what he wanted for her.
Maybe there would come a time when she would welcome some of the other forms of lovemaking he enjoyed, where he could express his more dominant side. The idea drove him to distraction, but for this first time...
Wait.
How many times would they be doing this?
Well, you did buy twenty-four condoms...
He had, but he also had other things to worry about and this—whatever this was—couldn’t last more than a couple of days. Jasmine needed to get back to her own life.
Jasmine’s hands brought him back to the here and now as she slipped them beneath the shoulders of his shirt, pushing it off and tugging on the sleeves so the garment fell to the floor.
Her hands fluttered down his arms and back up again. Her soft pants were audible in the quiet room and Luca held himself perfectly still as she explored the terrain of his body.
“Do you like touching me?”
“Yes.”
“Had you thought about it, while you were in my bed at the apartment?”
Her hands stilled and she slowly raised her gaze. “Maybe.”
“Did you wonder if I had plans to...touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Did that excite you?”
“Yes.” She slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders, following the line of his collarbone. Up his neck her fingers went, to his jaw. “But I was worried, too...”
“Worried about what?”
“That you didn’t want me.”
He took her hand, kissed her fingers and directed them down his chest to the fly of his jeans. “I want you.”
“Oh, my God...” she whispered reverently as she squeezed his erection.
“Undo my belt.”
Eagerly, her hands whipped the leather through the loop but he covered her hands again. “Slowly.”
She tightened the leather in order to release the prong before sliding the belt off him completely. It made a wonderful hissing sound sliding through the loops and brought to mind other ways he wouldn’t mind using the belt.
Not yet.
Once the belt was on the floor, her hands rested on the waistband of his jeans. Could she feel his cock twitching beneath the fabric? Luca wanted her to both hurry the fuck up and keep up the leisurely pace of this slow-dance prelude to lovemaking.
Carefully, she popped the top button before slowly unzipping his fly and parting the fabric to push it down his hips.
“Shorts, too.”
His cock needed to be free. That was all there was to it.
Fitting her hands beneath the material, she pushed shorts and jeans down his hips, kneeling in front of him—oh, God—while she tugged his clothes all the way down his legs.
Did she have any idea how erotic that was, her kneeling before him, her gorgeous mouth in line with his erection? Looking up at him with such willingness—just like she had in the shower—like she’d do whatever the fuck he asked? His erection bobbed at the notion, straining toward her as she slipped her h
ands back up his calves, the backs of his knees, pausing on the front of his thighs, not touching him. Yet.
“You’re so...”
“So what?”
“Hard.”
Oh, fuck. She wrapped that small hand of hers around his cock and squeezed. Luca hadn’t had such a sustained erection for so many days and just the simple act of her touch was more than he could take.
“Get a condom from the box and put it on me.”
She didn’t move, like she hadn’t heard him, and licked her lips as if she wanted a taste. No. He would explode in her mouth if she did that. He was way too fucking close.
“Do it now, Jasmine,” he commanded through gritted teeth.
His tone broke through to her and she obeyed, getting up and returning quickly with a condom between her fingers.
The fact she was so adept at rolling it over his length meant she’d done this before. She’d said as much, so why did that thought disturb him?
“Lie down on the bed. Spread your legs.”
He couldn’t help it; his dominant side was taking over, but Jasmine didn’t seem to mind. No, in fact, she seemed to be enjoying this. Her pretty little nipples were tight with arousal and the smell of her drifted through his senses, her own personal scent made stronger by the warmth of her flushed skin.
“Show me your pussy.”
God, she had the most beautiful cunt he’d ever seen. Rosy and swollen, and when she pulled her pussy lips open, she revealed the most delicious pink center, covered in a lovely sheen of arousal.
He needed her.
He needed her right fucking now.
CHAPTER TWELVE
OH, GOD. JASMINE had never needed something so badly in her life. Luca towered over her, magnificently male, deliciously nude, his face inscrutable, his fists opening and closing at his sides. What her eyes were drawn to most, however, was that very male part of him that rose erect and proud from his groin.
“Please,” she said in between pants, as she fondled herself.
He crawled onto the bed, moving on top of her, making her feel so small and feminine beneath his bulk. With one hand wrapped around the back of her neck, he raised her face to kiss her. Deeply. His mouth was warm and commanding as he moved leisurely over hers. But when she slipped her tongue between his lips, he groaned and his hips ground in between hers, forcing her thighs wide, adjusting so the tip of him was situated right at her entrance.
“Please, Luca.”
The kiss deepened. His hips shifted and then...oh!
He was inside of her—finally!—filling her wholly and completely. Her body reacted like a bow pulled taut, arching against him while the entire length of his penis created beautiful friction moving all the way up inside.
“Ahh.” He sighed into her hair, holding himself flush for a second before slowly withdrawing again. “So good.”
He nuzzled her neck and her temple while he supported himself on one arm and Jasmine clutched that arm, marveling at the sheer power of this man.
So sexy.
What was even sexier was when he backed up onto his knees so she could see him, the sheen of sweat on his chest, the play of muscles across his taut abdomen that danced while he thrust between her parted thighs.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” he murmured. His gaze settled at the point where their bodies joined and the thrusts increased in tempo while he watched himself drive in and out of her. Jasmine couldn’t decide if it was sexier watching him disappear inside or watching the passion on his face.
Suddenly his expression changed from passion to purpose and his tempo increased. Everything he did was unexpected, three quick thrusts followed by one hard one followed by a slow withdrawal.
So good. So, so good.
He shifted, releasing her ass to reach for her legs, placing them flat against his chest, her ass flush with his hips. Gazing down at her, he kissed one instep and then the other, reminding Jasmine of how he’d talked about sucking on her toes. Was he going to do that now? Her pussy pulsed in anticipation.
He didn’t. Oh, no.
Instead, he raised her ass, leaned forward and...
“Oh!” she cried with wonder.
The position created friction in new and sensitive places and the pressure inside of her swelled as he leaned into her upright legs, bending her in half while his cock drove into her again and again.
“Luca,” she moaned because he hit a part of her that sent a frisson of pleasure to the tips of her toes and the crown of her head. Release gushed between her thighs and she cried out again. This was not an orgasm; this was something else, something that had never happened to her before.
“Jesus...” he muttered, holding her legs tight and moving in short, sharp bursts before finally parting her thighs and lowering himself on top of her, moving at a frenetic pace as he watched her face.
“Come for me, Jasmine. I want to see you come.”
“I already did. I don’t know if I can again.”
He guided her hand down between them.
“See how wet you are? How much your pussy likes this?”
Oh, God.
“Play with your clit while I fuck you. Make yourself come for me. I want to feel it while I’m inside of you.”
She pinched herself, though she didn’t need to. His words alone were enough to push her over the edge, tension from her core, her ass, her thighs and that new, oh-so-sweet spot inside of her, all strained together at once before releasing simultaneously in a cataclysmic wave of rapture.
“Yes, oh, fuck, yes.” He urged her on as he increased the pace, driving into her harder and faster until Jasmine couldn’t breathe. Until she couldn’t take it anymore because it all felt so good. Too good.
And just when she thought he couldn’t go harder, he did, and instead of abating, her orgasm expanded, sending shockwaves up into her chest and down her thighs to the backs of her knees.
“Luca!”
He growled in response, gripping her hips and driving into her one last time before squeezing his eyes shut and shouting something in French.
* * *
The woman was insatiable. Was there any wonder? She was a passionate, sensual being who had never been able to express that part of her. So Luca had no problem with the fact that they spent the next five days in bed. He warned her she might feel sore, but she never complained.
Probably because she was always so fucking wet.
They’d laundered their clothes and hung them on the line to dry—they should really pick up some more—but so far they’d had very little need for clothing. Their last few days had consisted of waking up, fucking, eating, showering, fucking, napping, eating...fucking.
He still had another week before he could return to his normal life. The Legrand champagne had increased in value thanks to the magic of Myra Monte, and his absence hadn’t hurt. Checking the prices was the only thing he’d used his cell phone for, which he only did every other day now. If he had to bide his time out of the limelight, then spending it in bed with Jasmine wasn’t the worst way to do it.
The only problem was, he needed Jasmine to go back to her own life at some point. So why did the thought of her leaving create a strange ache in the pit of his stomach?
Maybe because she had helped him forget about the pain he had always associated with this villa and the loss of his mother. Or maybe it was because, for the first time since his mother had died, Luca felt as if someone saw him for who he truly was. Not Luca Legrand the hotshot Grand Prix motorcycle racer. Not Luca Legrand the heir to a fortune.
Just Luca.
It was late afternoon, and they were lying in bed after another hot and heavy session. Her body was warm and pliant in his arms, and while she was drowsy, he could tell by her breathing that she was still awake.
There was nowhere else Luca wanted to be at t
hat moment. Not even on the racetrack. Holy shit. That was saying something.
Jasmine shifted in his arms and reached for the box that stood open on the nightstand. She pulled out the line of condoms, counted them and then stuffed them back inside. “We have four left. You know what that means?”
“We’ve used twenty?”
“Your math skills are astounding.” She laughed. “Do you think we should get some more?”
“At the rate you’re going, we’ll need more by the end of the day.”
She slapped him playfully on the chest before lying back down. “I never imagined it’d be this way,” Jasmine said quietly, lost in thought as she lazily drew lines up and down the length of his torso.
When he didn’t respond, she continued, “I mean, I’d imagined it...lots of times. All the time, actually. But I kind of thought it wasn’t real. That maybe I was deviant because I thought about sex all the time, you know?” She propped her chin on her hand so she could gauge Luca’s expression. “I didn’t think people really did it this much. Is it normal?”
He stroked the hair at the side of her head. “Yes, it’s normal. And you are not deviant.” His smile grew. “Well...maybe a little, but the good kind of deviant.”
She returned his smile and laid her head back down, pressing her ear to his chest. Was she listening to his heartbeat? He pulled her closer, liking the idea.
“Is it like this with other men?”
A grumble erupted deep inside of his chest. “Other men?”
“Are all men like you?” She shifted onto his shoulder so she could see his face. “Do they like doing it as much as you?”
The deep, rumbly sound inside of him intensified.
“Why are you growling?” she asked, propping herself up again.
“I’m not growling.”
She patted his chest. “Yes, you are.”
He lifted his head and gazed at her. His smile had disappeared and he felt his nostrils flare.
“Are you angry?”
“I’m not angry. I just don’t know how to answer your question. I don’t think about the sex lives of other men.”
“Well, you’ve been with other women, obviously.” She flopped back down. “A lot, I’m sure.”
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