Page 18 of Snowed In With the Grump
“Oh, don’t play innocent.”
I didn’t answer. Just kissed the top of her foot like I’d been fantasizing about for days.
She let out a breathy laugh. “So youdohave a foot fetish.”
“It’s not a fetish,” I muttered. “It’s more like... an appreciation.”
“Mmm.” She stretched her leg out and wiggled her toes near my mouth. “Well, far be it from me to stand in the way of a man appreciating me properly.”
That did it.
I took her foot in my hands, kissing each toe, sucking one into my mouth just to hear the way her breath caught.
“Jesus, Griffin...”
“You like it?”
“I fuckingloveit,” she panted. “And it’s really fucking hot thatyou’reinto it.”
My cock was as hard as a pine tree.
I dragged my tongue slowly along the sole of her foot, firm and teasing. Her whole body twitched, thighs pressing together like she was trying to hold back the wave building inside her.
She must’ve seen the pre-cum leaking from my cock because her eyes widened. “Don’t youdarecome from that,” she gasped. “When you’re done with my toes in your mouth, I want your cock in mine.”
“No promises,” I growled, nipping at her ankle before crawling up her body. “I’ve been thinking about this for days, Lucy.”
“Thinking about my feet?”
“Thinking aboutyou.Naked. Moaning. Coming hard and loud.”
Her lips parted, her breath shaky, and when I slid my fingers between her thighs, I found her soaked.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “You reallydidlike it.”
“Shut up and...”
I cut her off with a kiss, one hand still teasing her, the other cradling her face. She was fire and honey, wit and warmth, and I wanted her like I’d never wanted anything.
I took my time. Worshipped her like she was mine...and I was finally allowed to prove it. And when I slid inside her, she gasped like she’d been holding that breath all damn day.
We moved together like we’d done it a hundred times in our dreams. Her legs wrapped tight around me, dragging me deeper, her hips rising to meet every thrust. I didn’t want it to end, but when she shattered beneath me, calling my name like it meant something...
“I’m close,” I groaned. “Gonna...”
But she surprised the hell out of me...slipping out from under me, eyes wild with need.
“I want to taste you,” she said, and before I could even respond, her mouth was on me...hot and wet.
I came seconds later, groaning her name as she swallowed every last drop, greedy and gorgeous.
Afterward, I held her tight. Like if I let go, she might disappear.
“You’re hotandweird,” she murmured into my neck, still breathless. “You know that, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “But I’m your weird.”
She sighed, content and glowing. “Damn right you are.”
