Page 87 of Unbreakable
“That would be nice,” I said, in the understatement of the year.
He plunged a finger into my pussy and I cried out, clenching around him. His lips hooked upward on one side. “Still so tight, Jeanine. Let’s get these pants off.”
I pressed my heels into the edge of the table to lift my bottom as he withdrew his hand, tugging my pants and underwear down and off. His pants were still somewhat on, but he stood back, his warmth gone from me. The blast of cold air made me instinctually cover myself.
“No,” he whispered. “I want to see my wife.”
I dropped my hands back, holding myself up on my hands and letting my heels fall off the end of the table.
His eyes roved over my skin, giving his cock a firm grip. “So fucking beautiful, Jeanine.”
He stepped forward, lifting my left foot and kissing the arch of it. My head fell back, the pleasure unexpected. Then he kissed the space below the inside of my ankle and I gasped. A lazy grin spread over his face. “You like that?”
I nodded, pressing forward shamelessly to beg for more. “It’s not gross?”
He shook his head. “Something new,” he said, running his tongue up the inside of my arch until he reached my toe. “How have we never done feet in all this time?”
I laughed. “I’m not sure. We’ve tried damn near everything else. You chase me, you fake kidnap me, you wear a mask, you tie me up, we do it in public . . .”
“You want me to taste these little toes?” This was how we broadened our horizons together: a sense of humor and curiosity. There were plenty of things we tried that just weren’t worth the hassle. He raised his eyebrows at me to ask permission, and I’d never done foot shit a day in my life, used to having mangled dancer’s feet for so many years. But this was, for whatever reason, a whole fresh level of hot.
I sighed out a “yes” and his mouth surrounded my toe, his tongue circling it. This was a new frontier: the view of his plump lips surrounding my toe, bobbing on it slowly, filling his mouth with my smaller toes, his eyes alternating between being closed reverently and peeking at me. It was the closest I’d gotten to coming without being touched in the more obvious places, maybe ever.
“Dylan, it’s so good.”
He smirked as he explored further, working his way back down my arch to my ankle again, nibbling up the inside of my calf. He thrust to pull my leg up his body at the end of the table, still propped on my elbows.
“Get on your back so I can eat.”
I lie back, and he pulled the dining chair up to sit. His tongue peeked out to lick his upper lip as he examined me spread before him, his hands on the tops of my thighs and my center just below his face, my hamstrings against his chest and shoulders. “My favorite fucking meal.”
His lips and warm breath traced the creases of my thighs, my mound, just over my labia.
“Dylan,” I begged.
“Got you good and wet, didn’t I?” he cooed. “Look at this.”
A finger dragged through my wetness and I shuddered. I arched my hips up, pleading for him to relieve me.
“You must want it pretty bad, huh, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Please.”
He didn’t suspend me any longer, letting his tongue travel from bottom to top, my sigh loud and long.
Then he stopped teasing me. He slid two fingers into my pussy, watching my face as he did. My body bowed upward in response. “That’s it, Jeanine.”
From there, his tongue was sloppy, circling and exploring, his lips pulling heavy sucks. His fingers inside pulsed, strumming against me with precise abandon.
“Fuck, Dylan, this is it,” I squeaked, my mouth dry from panting so hard. He continued, bringing me closer and closer as my hand reached for his head. His narrowed brown eyes met mine as he worked to get me there, his face lightly bouncing against the rolling of my hips. “Yes, baby, oh my god, shit?—”
And then I was basically silent, a series of whimpers from my vocal cords as I wriggled against his mouth, coming to his satisfied hum.
And his hand working in his lap.
He stood, helping me stand up and smashing his mouth against mine.
“Clean my face,” he said. With a series of sucking kisses, I cleared my arousal from his skin, then he buried his face in my neck. “Goddammit, I love how you taste.”
