Page 94 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
Looking forward at the TV, he starts massaging my feet.
“Ooo. Gentle, they’re still a little tender.”
He immediately lightens the pressure of his strong hands. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
While he watches the movie, I can’t focus on anything but him rubbing my feet. His strokes are long and slow, downright sensual. Every now and then, he looks down into his lap at my feet as he rubs them.
After a few minutes, my body finally relaxes and I lie back into the cushions, closing my eyes, wallowing in the bliss my feet are experiencing. His kneading into the arch of my foot feels so good. He focuses on my left foot, rubbing and kneading. Then he moves to my right, massaging with long strokes. He moves his hands to my ankle, his thumbs rest on my shin as his fingers move up my calf. Inching farther up my calf, he slowly works his fingers into my muscles.
As he moves his hands farther, passing my knee, pressing his thumbs into the bottom of my thigh muscle, his long fingers extending up and around the back of my thigh, I’m a mixture of relaxed and completely turned on. I can’t open my eyes. I can’t know if he’s watching me. I focus on steadying my breath.
His slow strokes reach farther up my thigh. My breath stilts as it leaves my mouth. I tingle between my legs, choking down a moan.
