Without Words

Kacy lies stretched across the bed, toes flexing as she reads. Bill watches the movement, then slips closer. He brings his mouth to her bare feet, kisses the arch, draws a toe between his lips. She lowers the book, startled at first, then her thighs relax and she watches him work. He licks along the sole, sucks each toe in turn. Kacy presses her other foot to the front of his trousers, feels him stiffen, and rubs the length of him through the fabric. Soon both her feet are busy. She strokes and squeezes, heels tight around his shaft, toes curled over the head. Her legs never stop moving. Bill pushes into the steady rhythm of her soles until the tension breaks and he finishes across her painted nails.