Page 58 of Sand in My Boots

She crawls onto the bed, her breasts on full display. Before she reaches me, she twists her body, her feet flying and landing in my lap.

Oh, right. Her foot massage.

“The wedding was fun.” She wiggles her feet, as if I missed the memo about the massage.

Nope, didn’t miss it. Just uninterested. But I promised her.

“Agreed. Though beautiful as the weather is, August in South Carolina can be stuffy. Where are they from?”

“They currently live somewhere in the Midwest. Maybe he’s originally from Cali. She’s from Nebraska. It’s my understanding she wanted it ‘hot’ for her wedding.”

“Wish granted.” My fingers knead into the soles of her feet, making her fall back on her elbows. “I’d prefer this view without the undies. Want to make that happen?”

“More than anything in the world,” she replies sarcastically but lifts her hips, shimmying out of her thong.

“Good girl.”

She shrugs. “Your fingers are magic. Least I can do. Should I lose the bra, too?”

“No,” I state adamantly. “Keep it on.”

“Right-io.” Both of her feet rest on my lap, and she widens her thighs ever so slightly. My fingers dig a little harder at the glistening sight. “Yeah. Right therrreeee,” she moans, dragging out the last syllable. I tear my eyes away from her pussy to find her head hanging back, her bare neck on full display. She’s so goddamn sexy.

And all mine.

As if reading my mind, she mumbles, “I could get used to this.”

She’s not wrong. But I can’t go there.

“It would get old.”

“Pfft. Hardly. Like I could ever get sick of this . . . oh. Yes. Damn.” A longer moan falls out. If she keeps this up while I’m massaging her feet, I’m going to blow my load, mirroring the time she dubbed me Came.

And I’ve only done one foot.

Quickly, I switch it out for the other one, my cock pressing hard against my zipper. Realizing I’m still wearing the wedding clothes, I stop, garnering her attention. “Can I change?”

“If you must.” Her feet pull away, and she waves her hand around, granting me permission. I scramble off the bed, undressing at record speed, leaving myself in my black boxer briefs.

I’m barely back on the bed, and her foot resumes its position in my lap. Her legs are wider now, her right leg bent at the knee, her arm resting on one elbow. The perfect opportunity for me to rasp, “Play with yourself.”

First, she gasps, stunned I’d be so bold.

Next, she narrows her eyes, checking if I’m serious.

“Get it all wet and ready for me.”

“As if it’s not already?” she counters.

Which I know. I have eyes, fixed directly on the area in question.

There’s a silent battle of wills.

Wonder if she’ll give in or give up.

Chapter 16

Juli