I grin and climb out of bed, immediately missing that warm body and those strong arms, and head to the bathroom. I relieve myself and then return to the bedroom to find Bentley petting Marble.
“I gotta pee, too,” he says, and gently picks up Marble, placing her on the bed, before he hurries off, but not before I get a view of his gorgeous tight ass and those sinful thighs. Fuck, his body is a work of art, and I want to get my hands and my mouth on it so fucking bad.
When Bentley returns, I’m sitting up in bed stroking my now rock hard cock, and his eyes are smoldering when he looks at me.
“Like what you see, cowboy?” I ask, my voice sultry. Henods and climbs on the bed in front of me on his hands and knees, leaning in to kiss me. I eagerly reciprocate, carding my fingers through his silky locks and moaning when his big hand grips my throat and he tilts my head back, sucking on my tongue. Holy fuck. My body electrifies and my cock jumps. A whimper escapes me and I’m leaking like crazy when his hand tightens on my throat, not enough to cut off my air supply, but enough to make me feel owned and possessed, and I fucking love it. When we pull back for air we’re both panting and our dicks are rock hard, oozing precum. His gaze falls to my groin, his hand still on my throat.
“I love seeing you hard,” he breathes, leaning in to plant kisses on my neck and shoulder. “Your cock is so fucking pretty.”
It's my turn to suck in a breath. “Shit, cowboy, you can’t say stuff like that,” I reply as my body trembles. His eyes darken and I groan. Jesus fuck, I want everything with this man. And before I can stop myself I blurt, “I want your feet in my mouth.”
His eyes widen as he sits back on his haunches, his hand no longer on my throat, and I fucking whimper at the loss of contact. “What?” he says.
I blink. Okay maybe that was a little out of left field. “I uh,” I flush and clear my throat. “I mean, if you’re okay with it, that is.”
“You want my feet in your mouth?”
“Maybe? I mean, not the whole fucking foot,” I clarify. “But I like rubbing your feet, and they smell way better than they should, and I’ve been wondering what it would be like to kiss them? And maybe more?”
His eyes widen and he makes an “O” shape with his mouth.
“If you’re okay with it,” I repeat. “That’s one of thethings I wanted to try, but if it grosses you out, we don’t have to.”
He bites his lip. “I don’t think it grosses me out, maybe just surprises me. And I guess it wasn’t what I thought you would say.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What did you think I would say?”
His cheeks turn rosy again. “I don’t know, maybe that you wanted to blow me or something?”
I grin. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, cowboy, I want to do that, too. Otherwise all those bananas suffered for nothing.”
He laughs and leans forward, kissing me again. “I like you.”
My chest squeezes. “I like you, too.”
“And I’m okay with you doing whatever it is you want to do to my feet. I can’t promise I’ll like it, but we can try.”
I nod.
“How do you want me?” he asks.
“Maybe lay down with your feet in my lap?”
He moves up the bed and rolls onto his back, laying horizontal and placing his feet in my lap. Marble jumps off the bed and scampers into the living room, and I remind myself that after this sexcapade I should get her some dinner.
I grip the foot that is closest to me, and start to massage it. I can tell he likes that when I hear his groaning, but I’m not surprised since he’s always liked having his feet rubbed. When I get a bit braver I bring my face down to it and press a kiss to his toes. His feet are soft, and smell amazing, and his breath hitches when my lips come in contact with his bare skin. I look at him and his eyes are lidded, his dick half hard, having softened during our conversation. I press a few more kisses to his toes and then nuzzle my nose against them, and even though I feel a little weird about it, I dart my tongue out and swipe it over his toes, only to grimace at thesensation, and apparently I must make an epic face because Bentley starts laughing so hard he sounds like he’s wheezing, clutching his stomach and rolling onto his side, his entire body shaking.
“Hey,” I pout. “Not nice. It was a lot sexier in my head.” That only makes him laugh harder, and I sit there with my arms crossed over my chest and a mock scowl on my face, waiting for him to stop, though as much as I try not to, I do end up cracking a smile. “Asshole.”
He rolls back onto his back, wiping tears from his eyes, and I shift to my knees, crawling over to hover above him. Fuck, he’s beautiful, especially with the laugh lines around his eyes and that smile as bright as I’ve ever seen it. “You’re mean,” I tell him, my voice not at all serious. Those gorgeous blue eyes sparkle.
“I’m sorry, darling,” he says, and my dick twitches. Fuck, I’ll forgive him anything if he looks at me the way he is now and uses that sexy as fuck voice to call me his darling.
“Okay, so having your feet in my mouth is a no,” I say. “But what do you say we try out one of my other ideas?”
“Which is?”
I don’t speak, just lean down and swipe my tongue over his nipple. He sucks in a breath and moans, his hips thrusting upwards as his hands shoot out to grip my arms. “Mmmm,” I purr as his eyes darken and he stares up at me. “More, baby?”
