Page 22 of Wrangling Nash

When I returned to the couch, Jovie was still laying there, but the pillows where her foot had been propped were kicked off, leaving no barrier between us anymore.

I sat down next to her, my eyes trying to inconspicuously look at her feet.

Fuck it.

“You had a long week. You interested in a foot rub? Maybe it’ll help ease the pain if your good one gets massaged?”

Her eyes went wide as her mouth dropped open, making a perfect ‘O’ shape that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. I wondered if she’d make a similar face when orgasming.

“That sounds nice,” she whispered.

I’m definitely going to be rubbing something else later thinking about that mouth.

Gently, I lifted her good foot onto my lap and scooted closer towards her. Slowly, I caressed the bottom of her foot with my fingers in an up and down motion, my thumb pressed firmly on the ball of her heel working to ease all the tension she held from the week.

Jovie’s head dropped back as a sigh escaped her lips, and I felt myself immediately grow hard again. Her foot was in my lap, just a millimeter away from my cock that was pressing trying to escape my jeans. I considered taking her foot and rubbing it against my length, just to get some relief from the ache I was feeling.

My mind started conjuring up the different things I wanted to do to her and with her.

“Mm, that feels so good, Nash,” she said.

Hell, she’s too easy to please. I wonder what she'd say when I'm sinking inside of her.

Slowly, my hand pressed up further, making its way to her ankle and then up to her bare calves again, kneading, massaging, and caressing her sore muscles. By the time I’d reached the top of her calves, that space right by her knees, I was so turned on I thought I might bust in my jeans. Jovie was wriggling underneath my grip with desire. I wondered how she’d react if I pinned her in place.

Our eyes locked and I watched as her chest rose rapidly up and down, her breathing ragged.

She gasped again when I found another knot in her calf, and the sound shot straight to my cock. I reached up, grabbed her hands, and pulled her onto my lap causing her to straddle my hips. I stared into those perfect green eyes that were now wild with lust as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head. That soft skin on her neck was intoxicating as I kissed and sucked it, making my way down to her chest.

“I want you so bad.” I whispered in her ear.

“I want you, too.”

Music to my fucking ears.

I pressed my lips on to hers, devouring that pout that I’d been thinking about for two weeks, hungrily. I was a bull, thirsty for water, and Jovie’s mouth was the only lake in miles.

My hand snaked under her shirt, grabbing one of those breasts I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about and teasing one of her perfect nipples that were now protruding through her tank top saluting me. I lifted her tank top up and over her head and then pressed down on her bra, freeing both breasts into my eager mouth as I took in a nipple and sucked hard.

Jovie arched her back into my mouth letting out a squeal that only stroked my ego. I needed to know I was driving her just as crazy as she was driving me. She ground harder into my lap, the friction from her shorts making me wonder if this was the first time since being a teenager that I might come from a little dry humping.

My hands snaked to the button on her jean shorts, undid it as she lifted her hips and allowed me to pull them from her waist. I brushed my hand over her clit as she shivered and pressed her tits into my chest harder.

“How wet are you right now?” I demanded as I continued to ravage her breasts. She was panting breathlessly while I stroked her clit through her underwear, pushed them to the side and dipped one finger inside her slit. “Have you been this wet all day? Or just since I came over?”

She was panting, her eyes were wild as my thumb pressed harder into her clit and I slid another finger inside of her.

So fucking sweet.

“Good girl, so wet. Just for me.” I murmured.

“Please…please,” she panted.

“Please what?” I asked, slowing down my movements as I felt her arousal coat my fingers easily.

“Please, I need this,” she groaned.

“Say it’s me who has you this wet and that you’ve been thinking about me all day.”

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