Her soft moan as she sank deeper into the pillows sent a thrill through me. I worked my fingers into the arches of her feet, methodically moving down to her heels, soles, and toes, watching her face melt with relaxation.
“The ancient Chinese believed there are meridian points on our feet that correspond to the various organs in our bodies,” I explained, keeping my voice low and soothing as I massaged the lower halves of her big toes. “For instance, this point here is said to be responsible for the brain. And this bit here is responsible for the lungs.” I moved to the meaty pads beneath her toes.
“Is this a real science?” She was so relaxed she slurred her words.
I chuckled softly. “It’s hard to say in this day and age what’s science and what isn’t. There must be some truth to it, since reflexology is still used and has been for centuries. I don’t know if it actually treats any illnesses, but it helps with relaxation.”
“Oh, yeah.” She arched her back like a satisfied cat. “It looks like I owe you ten bucks, Mr. Wright. Not a single tickle. You could do this for a living.”
I grinned, feeling ridiculously proud of myself. “Changing lives, one foot rub at a time.”
“Could be your new motto.”
I focused on her calves, sliding my fingers up to cup the muscles and knead them gently. I was completely absorbed in touching her.
“Your skin is incredibly soft,” I whispered, half to myself. “It’s fascinating how you can be so feminine and graceful, yet so strong and competent at the same time. I’m in awe of you.”
I watched her cheeks flush with color. God, she was beautiful when she blushed. But then she withdrew her legs and sat up, looking embarrassed.
“Thanks, but I’m not anything special.”
“You’re wrong. You’re everything a woman should be. And you like computer games, too. Can’t get any more perfect.”
I wasn’t joking. I made sure my expression showed I was dead serious. This woman had captured something in me I hadn’t even known existed.
I reached out to brush my fingers across her cheek. Suddenly, we were close enough that I could lose myself in her scent, her warmth, her presence. She reached up to stroke my cheek, her fingers tracing across my five-o’clock shadow, then outlining my bottom lip with her thumb. My control slipped completely. The desire in her eyes matched the fire burning through my veins.
We moved at the same time. When our mouths met, it was everything I’d imagined and more. Our lips fit together perfectly, and our tongues found a rhythm that sent heat racing through my entire body. I buried my fingers in her silky hair, massaging her scalp as I held her in place, desperate to pull her closer.
She dragged me to my feet, and I groaned as our bodies pressed together. Her arms wrapped around my neck, welcoming my tongue deeper. I thought I might lose my mind from wanting her. I cupped her ass with both hands, pulling her against me, wanting her to feel exactly what she was doing to me.
Somehow we made it to the bedroom. I felt like I was floating in a haze of pure lust and need. When I laid her on my bed and covered her body with mine, I knew I’d been waiting for this my entire life. I kissed her neck thoroughly, feeling herskin respond to my touch, then slid her shirt up with hands that weren’t quite steady. I kissed her breasts hungrily, cupping them gently as I feasted on her soft skin.
“God, Sebastian...”
Her gasp nearly undid me completely.
“You’re so gorgeous, Jesse. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
I traced my tongue down her stomach, playfully dipping it into her navel just to hear her moan again.
“Me too,” she confessed, her fingers buried in my hair.
I wanted to explore more, to taste every inch of her, but she flipped me onto my back and straddled me. The sight of her above me, her breathing ragged, her eyes dark with desire, was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She yanked my shirt over my head with an urgency that matched my own desperate need. Then she lowered her mouth to my chest, kissing and biting and licking until I was growling my need for her.
She ditched the rest of our clothes, keeping me locked in her eyes. I felt drunk on the power and pleasure I saw there.
“Wait.” I reached for my nightstand, fumbling around for a condom.
“I’ll do it.”
I watched her tear open the package with her teeth. Then she took me in her hands, stroking and squeezing with perfect pressure until my head fell back with a groan.
“Jesse, you’re killing me.”
She slipped on the condom and slowly lowered herself onto me, around me, inch by incredible inch. She was so tight, so sweet, so hot it took all my self-control to prolong this. I gripped her hips, my fingers trembling in an effort to let her set the pace. My thumbs met above her center, sliding gently over her wet heat as she began to move over me, undulating her hips in a rhythm that drove me to the edge of sanity.
I matched her motions, following her body language, trapped in her as she moved above me. I wanted to make it last forever, but she lowered her mouth to mine and bit my lower lip as she tightened around me in short little flutters. I was lost. My fingers dug into her hips and I sank deep inside her. A guttural groan escaped me as I pressed her down against me and came harder than I ever had in my life.
