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He frowns at me as he lowers himself to his knees at my feet. “No.”
I squeal as he grabs one of my bare feet. “Levi!”
“Levi, what?” He’s holding my foot in both hands and smiling up at me endearingly.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Didn’t you tell me earlier that you wanted to make me feel good? You think I don’t feel the same thing?”
“I… I…” I’m flushed and gaping. My mind is a giddy whirl. “You already made me feel good with the spankings.”
“So now I’m going to make you feel good in another way.” He shoots me a glance of teasing impatience. “So sit there like a good girl and take it.”
I giggle. Scoot to rearrange myself more comfortably in the big chair. My bottom is definitely sore, and I wince slightly at the friction on my skin.
I forget it soon enough as Levi wipes down one foot and then another with the towel. Then he takes a palmful of lotion and rubs it into the skin on my foot and up my ankle. Then he starts massaging it.
It feels so good I moan uninhibitedly.
“That’s right,” he says. “You relax and let me do this for you.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He continues on the first foot, rubbing and pushing into tender spots with his thumbs. I give quite an embarrassing performance as my body softens. Soon I’m slouching awkwardly with my leg extended, holding on to the armrest to keep myself on the chair and lolling my head to one side as I groan in pleasure.
When he’s done both feet, he moves up my legs, and that feels even better.
I’ve grown fully aroused again without even realizing it. My hips are grinding on the seat cushion as he works my thighs.
“Slide forward, girl,” he says gruffly.
I don’t actually know what he’s saying or why he’s saying it, but I do as he says, letting him pull me farther forward on the chair until I’m right on the edge.
Then he pushes my thighs apart to expose me intimately to his eyes and the air of the room. He leans forward, nuzzling my groin with his nose and then using his fingers to open me all the way.
I stare down at him, astounded since he’s never done this before. He asked a couple of times early on, and I said no. Not because I don’t enjoy it but because I didn’t think our relationship really allowed it.
But he’s doing it now, using his fingers and lips and tongue to pleasure me.
Despite his gentle mood, he’s actually quite energetic with his mouth. He really goes at it, and it feels so good I collapse backward and cling to the armrests as I moan and babble out about how good it is.
He’s got his tongue all the way into my pussy—thrusting it like his cock—when I grab for his head and hold it in place with a fierce grip. My orgasm is building quickly now. I’m almost there.
He’s making low humming sounds as he works me over, so he’s clearly enjoying it too. He moves back to my clit, sucking hard as he edges one finger inside me. Curls it against my G-spot.
I come hard and loud, clenching all around the one finger. He keeps sucking and pushing until I come a second time.
Then he rears up, grinning ferally as he rises to his feet and then lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me overto the bed. When I go down, I pull him with me, and soon he’s gotten his hard cock inside me and is fucking me fast and wild sideways on the bed.
I might come again, but everything is feeling so good I’m not sure I’d be able to tell the difference. We’re both making loud, choppy sounds as we rut, and I’m crying out with what feels like victory as he freezes and shakes and moans through a powerful climax.
He comes inside me with several hard spurts, and I love it.
I love everything.
When he’s ground his way through every last surge of his release, he collapses on top of me. I collapse too.
