Erotic Fiction: Mouth to Foot
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I sat on the balcony, legs stretched out to rest on the edge of the railing. My toes flexed in a vain attempt to warm up against the cool breeze blowing in off of the ocean while I absentmindedly flipped through the book open in my lap. I was wearing a thin nightgown, the long sleeves covering just enough skin to offset the wind rolling off the nearby water as it brushed against my exposed legs. There was something so blissful about being outdoors in the early hours of the morning, especially while on vacation in the tropics; the birds were singing, the air was crisp, and not a single soul was to be found wandering the sandy shoreline below.
A quiet rustle from behind me had me turning my body to the source of the noise. Pablo appeared in the doorway, glancing at me with a quick smile before moving his eyes to the pink sunrise emerging over the horizon.
“Beautiful, eh?” It was easy to become captivated by the stunning nature surrounding our resort. He nodded slowly, gaze scanning the landscape in awe. When his watch returned to me, Pablo crossed the small space and sat in the chair beside mine. I shifted my legs from the rail and rested my heels on his thighs, head tilting back in complete relaxation the moment his strong and sure hands began massaging the soles of my feet.
His thumbs pressed into the soft skin, sliding up along the series of pressure points from heel to toe. Each careful movement elicited a long sigh, the air pushing through my lungs and out between my lips in long, drawn-out breaths. I couldn’t help but admire his beauty as he worked. Dark hair falling over his forehead in loose curls, grazing his slightly unruly eyebrows. Stubble peeking through his cheeks, not yet shaved smooth this morning. The slight bump on the bridge of his nose from a break he had as a kid, after falling off his bicycle.
Pablo turned to me again, gaze unwavering as he lifted my foot to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to each toe. I giggled at the feeling, the ticklish sensations rising through my calves and making me squirm. He chuckled and took my big toe between his teeth. A gentle bite and the pleasing tickle turned into something warmer, more intense, spreading like wildfire. It began in my chest and unfurled through my torso and out to my limbs.
His tongue pressed against the pad of my foot, flat and firm as he trailed the tip across the underside of each toe. Each time, Pablo stopped to nibble.
I felt myself sinking deeper into the wicker chair, my arms barely propping up my body as I lowered myself further and further down with each intensifying response. At the base of my neck, my low ponytail began to press against the base of my skull as my head tilted back roughly against the backrest. At this point, Pablo was suckling on each toe the same way that he would, at times, suck on my nipples — a slight tug with his teeth that sent tingles radiating through my body, followed by a swirling motion with the tip of his tongue. My entire being was aflame, attentive to each movement he made.
I was immersed in an erotic orchestra of the birds’ tenor singing overhead and the low baritone of Pablo’s voice murmuring against the skin of my feet. The wind, the waves, and the thrumming of my own heartbeat in my ears were all instruments of ecstasy, waiting for the moment that it would all crescendo. When his mouth began to trail up my leg, moving languidly towards my inner thigh, I was elated that his hands never moved off of my feet. They were in either of his hands, massaging carefully as my legs fell open wider for him.
His head ducked beneath the fabric of my nightgown, finding my naked body beneath it. As his tongue began to explore me, his thumbs returned to the rhythmic, firm kneading of my soles. Everything within me, outside of me, was electrified. As Pablo’s mouth licked and sucked at me to edge me closer to climax, the relaxation ebbing through my veins kept me calm and collected. It was as if I was equal parts high and sedated, my body unable to rest entirely on one sensation or the other.
The thing was, I never wanted it to. I never wanted this to end.
