When he was through with the exquisite torture his hands inflicted on her tender flesh, his fingers made a delicate path up her legs, across the backs of her thighs, and swatted lightly at her ass. "Turn over."
She rolled her eyes, but listened, turning over with a little plop and a small pout. His expression was hughly amused, but just because he was being a smug little shit (warranted), didn't mean she was going to let him get away with it. She lifted her right foot and stuffed it into his face.
He grinned. Mischievous, gorgeous.
He let his eyes rove over her naked body in a lazy sweep before he wrapped his extremely talented hand around her foot and pressed his thumb into her instep.
She swore. Her mind went blank as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her fingers fisted in the blankets. She didn't remember much, but she remembered very distinctly the voice in her head saying, 'Jesus christ I'm going to fuck him so hard'.
Maybe. Probably. Definitely if he kept doing that.
