Maizy the Bear Charmer(Diving Creek Ranch 16)(65)

Stroking his right biceps, she gazed up at him as if he was the only man in the room. She had a unique ability for doing that and he didn’t think she was even aware of it. He’d been slightly surprised when she’d chosen to sit with him, considering that she’d spent time with him alone that afternoon, but he’d been happy about it, too. She’d let him feed her which had seemed to turn her on a little, going by the way she’d occasionally squirmed in his lap.

“Feel good, baby?”

Her smile reached her eyes and she breathed deep as she stretched like a lithe cat, lifting her arms over the end of the love seat and arching her back. His cock throbbed unmercifully at the purring sound she made, and he sensed his brothers reacting to her as well. As she relaxed again, he lifted her right foot and stroked her ankle and her heel. “Are your feet ticklish?”

She nodded. “A bit. Why? Are you going to tickle me?” She tried to tug her foot from his hand, her body tensing up, and he shook his head.

“No. I don’t want to do anything that tickles. I don’t want you tense.”

She let out a long breath and nodded at him as he handled her foot gently and used firm strokes around the arch and instep until she relaxed. She stroked his biceps and watched as he tugged at her toes and slid his hand over the ball of her foot, stretching her toes back. She smiled at him and he switched to the other foot and repeated the simple caresses.

When he was finished she was lying still and watching him. He saw the uncertainty and surprise in her eyes as he shifted to face her and lifted her right foot again and pressed his lips against her arch. Her dark eyebrows arched, a little furrow forming between them, and she opened her mouth as if to protest but she stilled as his eyelids slid closed. He heard her make a hesitant sound and she flexed her foot in his hand but he wouldn’t let go, willing her to just go with it.

“Spencer, you don’t have to…ohhh.”

It brought a smile to his face when she relaxed and he pressed his lips against the underside of her foot again. He worked his way forward to the ball of her foot, careful to not use too light a touch.

“Spencer, you don’t have to do that,” she whispered but he noted that she didn’t pull away so he made a negative sound in his throat and kept going. He brushed his lower lip against the underside of her big toe and she inhaled deeply. He licked the spot and then blew a stream of warm air over it and she moaned softly. The rustling sound told him she was having a hard time holding still.

He slid the tip of his tongue between her big toe and second toe and she hissed, a sound that could only signal pleasure, making him smile again. He teased the delicate flesh between each of her toes with warm flicks of his tongue followed by streams of warm breath blown on the wet tongue tracks. When he returned to her big toe and enveloped it into his mouth she cried out and inched her body closer to him, making him smile.

“Spencer, I’ve never…Holy moly. That feels so good.”

He stroked one hand slowly up her shin while he used the other to hold her foot to his lips. A shudder rippled through her when he sucked on her toe and he wondered if it was because she liked that or the fact that he was sliding his hand ever closer to her wet pussy.

“Oh yes. Yes, please.”

Stroking the top of her inner thigh, he laid his hand on her pussy, surprising her, and he grinned again. She’d expected him to stop and tease his way up the other thigh, too. She was coming to understand them.

He gave her what she needed—what she was begging for—and stroked his thumb into her silky wetness and groaned with pleasure. He moved on from one toe to the next, teasing and sucking them into his mouth and nibbling at the tender undersides until she made a cute squeaky noise. Her cunt was slick and hot, and he recalled the way she’d taken him inside her early that morning. She’d been unbelievably tight and so hot that he’d broken into a sweat. He actually broke into a sweat right then just from thinking about it and from feeling her under his fingers.

She made a pleading sound as he slowly pumped his thumb in and out and he could hear the wet slip and slide as he played with her and kept his eyes closed, tormenting himself, wanting to watch her being pleasured but enjoying all the sensations just the same. His hand was soaked with her hot juices as she undulated against his hand.

He laid her right leg over his lap and lifted the other leg that had been trembling against his side the whole time and used his right hand to hold her foot to his lips as he kissed her arch. His tongue slid over her juices that coated his fingers and he growled softly at the scent and taste of her, recalling the silkiness of her pussy under his tongue the night before. Hers were the sweetest lips he’d ever tasted.