“Please.”
I nodded and ghosted another kiss across her lips. “Go get cleaned up and meet me in the living room?”
“Is that an order?”
“Do you want it to be?”
Sophie licked her lips and kissed me again, leaving the question unanswered. But she made sure to swing her hips a little more than usual when she disappeared into the bathroom, and I pressed down hard against the base of my dick, willing it to settle down. The water in the bathroom turned on while I changed into something more comfortable—loose plaid pajama pants and an old t-shirt from Sophie’s college I’d bought the day she graduated.
I called in a delivery order from the Chinese place down the street that she loved, then grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and waited for her to join me on the couch. The pinot noir was a nice way to take the edge off of a long day, and I was halfway through my glass when Sophie appeared in the doorway with her hair in a towel and a barely there sleep set on. Short white cotton shorts and a matching tank top, she looked soft as a cloud as she sank down beside me and took my wine out of myhand. I made the other glass my own, patting her ankles when she stretched out and set her pedicured feet in my lap.
“Thank you for finishing the work,” I said, pinching her smallest toe. She jerked her foot and rolled her eyes at me.
“Truly a hardship to take a half day at work.”
“You love your work.”
She smiled and leaned against the couch, tucking in to make herself comfortable. “I know. I also love when you rub my feet.”
I set my wine down on the table and dug out a tube of lotion from the drawer in our side table. It was an expensive cream Sophie loved, so we of course had no less than four tubes of it scattered throughout the house. There was probably one in her purse as well, just in case of emergencies. I squirted some into my hands and rubbed them together so it wasn’t cold when I took her foot in my fingers.
“Would you still love me if I didn’t give such good foot rubs?” I dug my thumbs into the arch of her foot and she groaned, dropping her head back. The towel unraveled from her hair and fell on the floor with a wet thud.
“I would still love you if you had no hands.”
I hummed and worked my fingers over her heel.
“But the hands are a nice touch,” she murmured.
“You like my hands more places than just your feet,” I reminded her.
Sophie stretched her other foot into my lap, pressing her toes against my unavoidable erection.
“You like my feet more places than just your hands,” she said back.
I managed a nod, shifting myself to face her because I liked to look at her but also because I wanted her to have an easier reach.
“Show it to me,” she whispered, sipping her wine.
I tugged the waistband of my pajamas down beneath my balls and gave my cock a quick stroke with my left hand beforereturning my attention to her foot. Sophie made a very happy sound and set to driving me mad, rubbing the arch of her foot up the shaft of my cock until I leaked. She changed tactics, tickling my balls with her toes until I could feel my heartbeat in my dick.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Very.”
I could barely keep my eyes open. When she pulled her foot out of my hand and crawled into my lap, I didn’t bother trying any longer. Sophie’s hair was a tangled mess, but I worked my fingers through the strands as she situated herself on top of me, and I opened my mouth for her when she leaned down for a kiss. She reached down and took my dick into her hand and squeezed, her thumb brushing over her clit with every upstroke. Her body trembled when she touched me, and I tightened my fingers in her hair as she brought us both closer to the edge.
“Sophie.”
“Hmn?”
“I want to come in your mouth.”
“Hmn?” She pulled back a little bit, hand still working us both toward orgasm.
“I want to come in your mouth,” I said again, giving her hair a gentle pull back.
She responded to the physical touch and slid off the couch and onto her knees. She took my dick into her mouth, sucking me down to the root in one swallow. Her shoulder jerked as she turned her hand onto herself, rubbing her clit while she bobbed up and down on my shaft. I threaded my fingers back into her hair, hips lifting off the couch as she sucked me hard enough to throw me right over the cliff. I grabbed her head with both hands and thrust deep, coming against the roof of her mouth and probably down her throat.