Her feet on his throbbing cock was driving him wild with need. He couldn’t wait to see what she’d do next. Moving slowly, she began to rub his cock with her feet. Back and forth, up and down, she glided over his hardness with her talented toes.
“Fuck, that feels good.” The mounting pleasure turned his cock hard as steel.
Then, she caressed his balls with one foot while rubbing the underside of his cock with the other. Again and again while the pressure continued building.
A raspy groan rumbled out of him and he grabbed her feet, put her soles together, and began thrusting through the arch.
“You are so fucking hot,” he ground out.
She retook control, placing the head between her long seductive toes while gliding on his cock with her other foot. Euphoria had him grunting through the pleasure.
“Come for me,” she commanded, the grittiness in her voice pushing him closer to the edge.
She worked the head with her toes, faster and faster until the orgasm exploded out of him.
His groan thundered through his chest, the ecstasy lifting him from the depths of hell.
She slowed, then stilled, their searing connection taking him higher still. Then, she retreated into the bathroom, returning with a towel. After cleaning him up, she held out her hand.
He stood, threaded his arms around her, pressed his lips to hers. The intensity of their kiss had her grinding against him while her hungry moans sliced through the quiet night. They tumbled into bed, their mouths ravenous, their tongues eager. The second they connected, he knew.
She’s the one.
The one he would never have. Being alone was his punishment for?—
She stopped kissing him. “Come back to me,” she whispered. “Don’t go there. Not yet.”
He pulled her close, kissed her softly, and breathed her in. She was dealing with her own demons, yet she was there for him.
And she wanted nothing in return.
He planked over her, kissed her. “You’re an amazing woman. Thank you for the gift.”
“Mama’s gonna need some foot practice,” she murmured.
“You’re a fantastic lover.”
Her smile told him everything he needed to know. She’d done that for him because his needs mattered to her.
Their kiss was filled with love, their gazes still locked on each other. He moved from her mouth to her nipple and was rewarded with a moan. She arched into him, ran delicate fingers through his hair.
“I love when you suck my tits,” she murmured, urging him on. When he bit her nipple, she cried out. “Yessssss”
He ran his fingers over her pussy, appreciating how soaked she was, then slipped his fingers inside. She spread her legs, welcoming him to probe, to stroke, to tease.
The faster he went, the more intense her sounds, but when she pushed into his fingers, he gently removed them.
Her sad face made him smile. “I’m hard again. Condom?”
“No condom. I’m on the pill. I want nothing between us. But if you’re seeing other women—which is none of my?—”
He kissed her. “Just you, Simone.”
She guided his penis to her core. “Mmmm, yes.”
He pressed inside, withdrew, pressed in farther, withdrew. Just skin on skin. She rolled them sideways, lifted her thigh, and he sunk in farther. They moved slowly, but the fire in her eyes ravaged him like a wildfire burning across an open prairie.
On her side, she raised her arm over her head and ground into him. The oil on her breasts let her glide easily. Faster and faster they moved, the intensity of their lovemaking taking him to another crescendo.
