“Do my calf. Those muscles get stiff from the shoes, too.”
I bite the urge to smile and say yes, ma’am, silently moving my caress to her smooth ankle and then higher. Her supple flesh gives beneath my fingers as I massage gently. I’m tempted to adjust my erection but don’t want to get caught in my arousal. I’d like nothing more than to snug her hot little foot up against my groin so she can feel what she does to me.
Unable to keep the position any longer, I shift, bending one leg to give my engorged flesh some space. My movement isn’t lost on Heather and she picks that time to change feet. “Can you do my other foot, now?”
I nod, feeling tongue-tied. She stretches out the finished foot, brushing my swollen arousal. I hold my breath for a moment, unsure if she’s going to tease me with her foot or just rest it on me. The serene pose of my black-haired tormentor reveals nothing. She’s wearing an innocent expression of relaxation while I knead and work the kinks out of her foot.
A downward glance reveals her decadent red toes laying unmoving on my erection. The delicate scent of citrus and ginger reaches my nose, teasing me with its exotic combination. “You’re really good,” she whispers. “I think you’ve earned a strawberry or two.”
She pulls her feet from my thigh, grabs a strawberry, and straddles my lap before I can figure out her next move. With a twist of her fingers, she removes the stem before placing the strawberry halfway between her lips, tossing the leaves into the bowl. She leans forward, lowering her mouth to mine, and nudges the chocolate covered tip between my lips, encouraging me to bite.
My hands rise to grasp her hips as I sink my teeth into my half of the dark chocolate-covered delight. The melting candy dissolves in my mouth as the sweetness of the berry explodes across my tongue. I curl my fingers into her flesh and chew, savoring the tastes and the feel of her hot mouth pressed to mine. I swallow and lean closer to deepen our kiss, resisting with herculean effort the urge to grab her tight bottom.
Tentative hands cup my cheeks, thumbs grazing along my jaw line. Heather breaks the kiss and meets my eyes. “You taste divine.”
I stare at her red lips and my brain blanks.
“Would you like another?”
I nod, unable to form words that aren’t graphically explicit of what I’d like to do to her.
She repeats the process, teasing me with the nearness of her body. I’d love nothing more than to reach up and pinch one of her pert nipples or trail kisses down her neck. God, this slow seduction is killing me.
She breaks our kiss and stares deeply into my eyes. “You earned those strawberries, Tony. Did you enjoy them?”
Coherent thought returns and I respond. “Yes,” my voice comes out in a croak. I clear my throat. “Yes, I did.”
She smiles, like I’ve said the right thing. I’ll say anything you want to get a taste of you again.
She leans in and whispers in my ear, “I bet you give excellent back rubs.”
“I do.”
She pulls back to give me another smoldering gaze. “Want to do me?”
I’d like to do you all freakin’ night. I stare into her dark brown eyes, wondering if we’re both thinking the same thing.
“How about right here on the pillows?” She shifts, climbing off my lap, and I immediately feel the absence of her warmth on my thighs and where she held my cheeks.
Heather grabs pillows, tucking a small one under her hips as she spreads out, tilting up her silk-covered ass for display. In a moment, she’s arranged on her stomach and has grabbed a bottle from a lower shelf of the coffee table. Heather reaches to hand me the bottle, a coy look on her face. “Unless you’re tired?”
Shit. I think she asked me about rubbing her back, not about doing her here on the pillows. “Um, no.” I accept the oil. “I’m good.”
I move across the rug to get closer and gain a better vantage point for a massage. She said I wasn’t going to get lucky, but how far are we taking this? I’m dying to bend down and kiss her shoulder, but like before, I get the feeling she’s calling all the shots and if I do anything off-kilter, she’ll subtly redirect me.
I look down at her still form, mentally reigning myself from speculating further, wondering instead on where to start on her back.
“Heather?”
She looks over her shoulder. “Yes?”
“If I use oil, I’ll mess up your shirt.”
A slow grin spreads across her face. “We can’t have that, can we?”
She sits up with her back to me and lifts off her skimpy shirt, tossing the garment to the rug. Her hair cascades down her back, slowly hiding her dewy skin. She lies down without giving me even a glimpse of one pert nipple. So close!