Page 30 of There's Something About Dragons
Why is that simple gesture so meaningful? I’mmeltingunder his fingers. Literally turning into liquid. My panties are soaked, and he’s touching myfeet. “Why does this feel sogood?”
He chuckles, his cock swelling even more under my soles. “For you, too, huh? Do you remember the time during senior year that Radar tangled you up in the leash and I had to take off your sneakers?”
“Yes, oh my gosh.” I giggle at the memory. “I was so worried my feet smelled.”
“They smelled amazing. I wanted to lick between your toes.” His confession ends in a growl, and he clears his throat, sounding embarrassed. “I think I imprinted on your feet or something, because I’m a little obsessed with them. They’re so pretty. So tiny.”
I laugh. “I wear size nine. Sometimes ten!”
He snorts. “I wear size twenty-three.”
Point taken. Everything about him is big. His body. His personality. The way he makes me feel. My heart lurches. So stupid to think that I’ll be fine once he goes back to Apple Grove. I’m going to be a disaster. But I’ll be a disaster whether we sleep together or not, so I’m not going to cheat myself out of this, damn it!
“Still want to lick them?” I ask, wiggling my feet in his lap.
In answer, he lifts the ankle still wrapped in the icepack and curves his body to slide his long tongue between my toes. It’s the most delicious tickle that reaches all the way into my belly, like he’s found a direct line to my clit. Plus, his position thrusts his cock up against my other foot.
I rub against it while he circles my toes, both of us already panting. Then he pulls my big toe into his mouth and sucks on it, his tongue still working to find all my exquisitely sensitive nerves. Oh mygod, it feels good. Ticklish, but good.
I collapse backwards, pulling a pillow over my face, but he tugs it away.
“Let me see you. Please.”
How can I say no to that? He’s so earnest. So eager. So...hot.
I lean back and watch him, his golden eyes glinting every time they flick to my face. In between playful nips, his tongue circles each toe, paying them more attention than most of my previous partners paid my whole body…and the rest of my body is very aware.
My pussy clenches, begging for his touch, and I subtly squeeze my thighs together to tide it over, inadvertently pressing harder on his cock with my free foot.
“Is this one getting jealous?” he murmurs, carefully putting down my injured ankle and switching to my left foot. He takes my big toe into his mouth and sucks, harder this time, sending a bolt of pleasure right to my core.
I moan, dropping my head back and closing my eyes. I’ve never had my feet played with like this before. Now I know how much I was missing out! I doubt anyone could do it as well as Zed, though.
When he finishes spoiling my toes, he licks his way up my instep. He runs his tongue along the sensitive skin there, making me quiver and giggle.
“Too ticklish?” he asks.
“Just-right ticklish.”
He laughs, the sound coming from deep in his chest. It rumbles through his body and mine at our points of contact, turning me on even more.
“I think it’s been long enough.” He removes the ice pack from my right foot and sets it aside. Then he takes my entire foot into his mouth! He grins around it when I squeak in surprise, his teeth scraping lightly over my ankle. The furnace of his mouth in contrast with my still-chilled skin sends waves of pleasure up my leg, making me squirm.
He’s thorough, massaging every inch of my foot with his tongue before giving my other foot the same treatment.
I know this is just a fling while he’s in town, but the way he looks at me, like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, makes me feel special. Like I’m not just a girl he knew in high school.
“Zed, I want more.” He doesn’t have to know the double meaning: That I want more of his touch, more of his tongue, but also more of him. More of his heart. It’s enough that he immediately shifts so he’s positioned between my legs, facing me. Before he even touches me, my pussy’s getting wetter by the second, and I can feel my clit swelling.
He takes his time, licking and nibbling around my ankles until I’m begging him to move higher. And when he finally does, I feel like I might come just from his breath on my skin.
He kisses the top of my foot, then runs his tongue along the side. And then he reaches the spot where my ankle meets my calf. He licks it, long and slow like it’s soft-serve ice cream, and I moan so loud I’m sure the whole neighborhood can hear.
His tail swipes around my uninjured ankle, holding my leg in place as he starts to kiss his way up my calf. He’s taking his sweet time, and I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.
“Hurry up,” I whine.
Zed lifts his head, chuckling. “I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”
