Platform heels

She steps into the room wearing nothing but black lace lingerie and those sky-high platform boots. Her boyfriend sits on the edge of the bed, already hard. He watches her move, watches the way her calves flex with each step. She walks slowly, letting the heels strike the floor, giving him time to take it all in. When she reaches him she turns and sits, lifting one leg across his lap. He runs his hands over the glossy leather first, then pulls the boot toward his face. The zipper comes down with a slow rip. Heat and the day's scent rise as he frees her foot. He presses his lips to the arch, breathing deep, tasting salt and leather. She watches him from above, leg still extended, toes pointed. He moves to the other boot next, repeating the ritual, burying his face against the warm sole before it leaves her skin. When both boots are off, she keeps her legs raised, letting him worship every inch from ankle to thigh with his mouth and tongue.