Lying on the plush bed, I couldn’t help but think about how much I craved his touch tonight. The heat building inside me was unbearable, and the thought of him between my legs, his mouth on my soles, had me squirming with anticipation.
I had always been a woman of intense desires, especially when it came to this particular fantasy of mine. There was something about having my feet worshipped, my toes sucked, while being fiercely taken that sent me over the edge.
My eyes fluttered shut as I heard the bedroom door creak open. His footsteps grew closer, each stride a promise of the pleasure to come. I spread my legs wide, inviting him in, letting out a soft moan as the cool night air caressed my heated skin.
He climbed onto the bed, his eyes locked on mine, burning with a hunger I couldn’t resist. His hands roamed my body, tracing the curves of my hips, the dip of my waist, before finally settling on my feet. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my nerve endings.
With a low growl, he lifted my foot, his tongue darting out to trace the arch before swirling around my toes. I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily as he focused on each digit in turn. His mouth was warm, his breath damp against my skin, and the sensation was dizzying.
He moved to my other foot, lavishing the same attention, his technique expert, his enthusiasm unmatched. My moans grew louder, more desperate, as the pressure built inside me. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, my body aching for more.
Suddenly, he grasped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. With a swift push, he sheathed himself inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, my back arching off the mattress as he began to move.
The pace was furious, his thrusts deep and relentless. Each stroke grazed that sweet spot within me, sending shockwaves of bliss through my core. All the while, he continued to kiss, to suck, my toes, his mouth a constant stimulus as he pounded into my flesh.
My body trembled, on the precipice of climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he struck that perfect chord, and I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. I came hard, my inner muscles clenching around him as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
Throughout it all, he didn’t let up, his tongue never leaving my feet as he brought me to the peak and held me there, savoring the aftermath with me. Finally, he slowed, his deep breaths syncing with mine, before slipping free and collapsing beside me.
Together, we lay there, basking in the afterglow, my feet still tucked gently in his hands, his mouth occasionally grazing my toes in a soothing caress. In that moment, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be – lost in the throes of passion, with the man who understood me best in every way.
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