Icould not believe she was finally letting me suck her toes, and I lowered myself onto my belly so I could get closer, my cock already burrowing into the bedsheets.
Rosalie had a glass of wine in her hand and she raised an eyebrow skeptically at me.
“You have approximately twelve and a half seconds to impress me. If I don’t bother to put this wine glass down, you can kiss your chances goodbye of seeing my feet ever again.”
“Fine, fine.”
Cold sweat was starting to break out on my neck as I took her ankles in my palm, and she stretched her legs, pulling her feet out from under her bathrobe so they were right in front of me.
Adorable little toes, perfect pink polish. My mouth was watering as I bent closer, the bed creaking under me. The way they wiggled, how they were so tiny and perfectly shaped, my god.
Her skin was silky-smooth and I felt my senses ignite as my tongue hit her toe.
Fuck, it was everything I had ever dreamed of and more.
These were the kind of toes men went into battle for.
If I wasn’t already sure I was in love with Rosalie, her toes would have sealed the deal.
My cock twitched painfully, the rock-hard length tenting my sweatpants as my mouth closed around her delicate big toe.
The sensation was indescribable, tasting like fresh, sensual skin, and I took the other toes eagerly in my mouth, sucking eagerly, way too eagerly, like some kind of freshman virgin, as drool dripped down my chin.
Having each one in my mouth felt so right. I was soweakfor this woman.
I took a deep, gasping breath, almost crushing her foot in my grip.
“I love you.”
It felt like a raw and vulnerable moment.
Never in my life had I ever told a woman beside my long-gone granny that I loved her.
But I did. I loved Rosalie, and I probably always had.
That first time I had seen her, back in college, she had stayed behind after my performance.
“Brother, those lyrics,” she said, shaking her head.
She had long, shiny black hair and dark-lined eyes. I did not usually go for alt girls, but something about the way she crossed her arms when she looked at me, the confident way she jutted her hip out, fascinated me.
“You don’tlookhalf-bad,” she said critically, “but you’re never going to get anywhere with those godawful lyrics.”
There were other girls all surrounding me, tugging on my arms, rubbing tits and nips all over my back, their eager hands under my shirt, but something about this woman made me unable to look away.
“How about you help me then, if they suck so bad, brat?”
From that moment on, we were inseparable.
And I’d been in love with Rosalie without even realizing it.
“I love you,” I said again, hoarser this time. Her feet looked so tiny in my much bigger hands.
I was on my knees in front of her, bending down over her toes, like a devoted worshiper of an ancient religion.
“Thanks,” she said.
My jaw dropped and I felt my blood curdle like old milk inside me.
