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 hands 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.