“If you were to touch the inside of my toes and nibble the soft webs of my feet, I would call you my healer,” he murmured into her ear.
She picked at her nails without even a glance at his wiggling toes. “And what would you do in return?”
The lights were off, and the shadow’s breeze had a slight edge to it.
“I’ll pay you.” He replied, placing his feet on top of the covers. “However much you want- just name it.”
Her nose picked up on the scent of molded ashes and cigarette smoke. Stifling back a silent curse, she smiled. “I don’t need money, honey pie. Haven’t you heard? That’s not how I work around here.”
Unable to hold back his urges, he crinkled up his toes and let out an impatient sigh. “Okay, I don’t care. Name your price– I don’t care. Just get to it.” He settled down onto his seat and kicked his foot out. “I’ll do whatever you say, so for Christ’s sake, get to it.”
She brushed back a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear with excruciating deliberateness. “As long as you’re willing…”
And after settling into a comfortable position, she bent forward and let her tongue circle around the tip of his pinky toe.
His breath came out shaky. “Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.”
And when she nibbled on the edges of his skin his foot shook uncontrollably. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Blowing onto his wet skin, she oozed her lips open and let his toe feel the coolness of her tongue.
It wiggled around for a second or two before scratching the sides of her teeth.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
He pushed deeper inside of her, sliding the rest of his toes inside her mouth.
“Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He pushed deeper inside of her, ignoring her grunts. “I’m close.”
She sucked on his big toe and pulled out quickly with a loud plop. “You’re close?”
Forcing it back inside her mouth, he yelped. “I’m close. I’m close. I’m close. I’m close. I’m close.”
Suckling it as if it were a baby’s bottle, she pressed her teeth against his nails, and scraping it from side to side, she toyed with it.
“God damn woman,” he moaned into the folds of his shirt. “You’re fucking amazing, do you know that? Fucking amazing.”
And then, as if a switch turned off, she stopped.
She pulled the disgusting foot out of her mouth, wiped the edges of her lips, and turned towards his wide eyed face, swiping at his cheeks for good measure.
Then she smoothed out her shirt, fluffed up her hair, and walked towards the door.
“Bye bye, honey pie,” she whispered, blowing him a kiss. “Don’t forget now, next time you’re all mine.”