Page 52 of Pleasure Games

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.”

---