Chapter 33
M arcus
My heart is like a runaway bronco in my chest, my lungs heaving like bellows from the orgasm.
Forcing myself to remain upright, I carefully pull out of Emma and gather her limp body in my arms. She seems even more out of it than I am, so instead of bringing her to the shower, I gently arrange her in a sitting position on the bench and step over to the showerheads to wash myself before directing the spray her way.
The hot water seems to revive Emma slightly, and she blinks up at me, her auburn lashes dark and spiky as I pour body wash into my palm.
“How are you feeling, kitten?” Crouching in front of her, I pick up one small foot and start to wash it.
“Did I hurt you?” I’d tried to go as slow as I could, but she’d been beyond tight, her ass sheathing my cock more snugly than any fist. A better man would’ve backed off, letting her be, but the savage animal inside me wouldn’t allow me to withdraw until I claimed her completely…
until I felt her come while I was buried deep inside that luscious ass.
Her gaze goes to the lather I’m spreading over her toes. “I’m okay.” She seems mesmerized by what I’m doing, as if she has a little foot fetish… and fuck if I don’t find that idea hot.
“So I didn’t hurt you?” I confirm, rubbing her arch with my thumb, and sure enough, her eyes grow heavy-lidded, her toes curling as if I’m sucking on her clit.
“No. That is, um… not much.” She sounds like she’s having trouble concentrating, and I lift her foot higher, moving it under the water spray to get the soap off. When it’s fully rinsed, I bend my head and suck her toes into my mouth, watching her face the entire time.
Her lips form a shocked O, and her already-rosy skin flushes brighter.
I grin internally as I massage her foot while continuing to suck on those sexy little toes.
Definitely a foot fetish going on, and not just on her end.
Her feet are as tiny as the rest of her, all soft and pink and pretty, and I love playing with them, especially given the way she’s staring at me, like she can’t quite believe what’s happening but is about to orgasm anyway.
I love that look on her so much that my cock, which should be completely out of commission, is stiffening again.
I repeat the lather-and-suck/massage treatment on the other foot, and when her breathing sounds like she’s scaled a mountain, I kiss my way up her leg and reward her with an actual clit sucking.
After she comes, I pull her onto my now-erect cock and enjoy a long, delicious shower fuck, during which I make her come twice more.
As far as I’m concerned, there’s no such thing as enough orgasms for her.