Page 120 of Whirlwind

Angel grabbed a couple more pillows and shoved them behind her head. She needed to see Nina kissing along the bridge of her foot like it was some kind of treasure. She didn’t want to miss a second of Nina’s little pink mouth descending on her big toe, eyes closed in ecstasy like she’d been granted some heavenly reward.

And the sensation… It was like getting her cock sucked. Maybe better. The way that Nina tongued around the base of her toe, gliding her tongue over the webbing and suckling at the top made that same pleasure pool in her belly. She had no idea that she had so many nerve endings there, and Nina knew how to find every one.

Nina moved to the smaller toes beside it, lapping at the tops like a kitten and exploring all of the spaces between. Her rapid breath fell over the saliva-slicked skin, warming and cooling it in alternating moments.

Angel had worried that this would tickle, but Nina kneaded into the sole of her foot with strong knuckles, drawing groans from Angel’s chest as she released the tight muscles. This was a massage and a seduction all at once.

And the look in Nina’s face… It was like she was making love to the digits.

This was worship.

The sight and the sensation were building and Angel found her arousal mounting. Could she get off like this? She was almost certain that Nina could. They both groaned together when Nina pressed deeply into the ball of her foot with her thumb while her tongue danced over the skin above.

It looked simple, but it was clear that Nina had some serious skills.

Angel could have watched Nina like this all night. But that was the problem. She wasn’t sure if she only had one night.

She wanted to touch.

“Come up here, baby.” This gentle adoration required sweet words and tender control, not the rough dominance of before.

Nina sat up obediently, though she gave Angel’s toes a final, regretful glance.

Angel changed her plans. If she only had one night, she wanted to make Nina’s dreams come true.

“No, sweetheart. You can keep going. Just come up here a bit.”

Nina beamed up at her, like she’d received some kind of reward.

Angel shuffled around the bed, sitting up and rearranging the pillows behind her. There had to be some way to make this work. She leaned back against the headboard, both legs half bent with one knee pressed to the mattress. “Come.”

Nina draped herself over Angel’s lap, all soft curves and dark hair, with her knees curled under her. She kissed down Angel’s knee, then followed the path to her ankle and took up sucking against the arch of her foot. It was just on the edge between a tickle and a massage, but seeing Nina’s satisfaction made it into a bold seduction.

Angel tangled her fingers in Nina’s hair, pulling it out of the way so that she could see her face. She stroked her back, getting to know the knobs of her spine, the muscles that bunched and curled under her smooth skin. She traced lower, long admiring strokes from Nina’s shoulders to her knees and back up again.

When Nina moaned, she started exploring her inner thighs, dancing closer to the hot flesh in between but not quite touching it.

Nina whimpered, pushing back into her hand.

She let her fingers drift up a little higher, skating over that soft patch of hair. “Spread your knees,” she murmured.

Nina shifted around and complied, sprawling on the bed with one knee hitched up like some decadent work of art. She moved her mouth to Angel’s big toe and… God, it was like getting her cock sucked, this intimate and unavoidable rhythm of desire.

Angel traced over her ass again, those long legs, the tender skin of her inner thighs, while Nina trembled beneath her.

With two fingers, she found Nina’s mound and gently parted her outer lips. Nina’s inner folds were delicate and warm, already dripping with moisture.

Angel felt… honored, perhaps, to be able to touch her there. To caress such perfection. To hold that trust.

She explored the slick dampness, teasing and circling until her fingertips were wet before seeking Nina’s clit. It was soft and hidden, a smooth bud nestled at the top of her lips. Nina’s whole body shuddered.

“Is that what you like?”

Nina nodded, her mouth still full and her breath heavy.

“Good girl.”

Angel returned with a bit more pressure, rubbing and surrounding the little nub without setting up a pattern, just noticing which spots made Nina whimper and moan. She preferred touches at the sides, as the top seemed almost too sensitive.