After work

She kicks her heels off the moment the door shuts. Her arches ache. The instant Lexi swings her foot onto the cushion, he’s on his knees, pressing his lips to the sore ball of her foot. She leans back, skirt riding up her thighs, watching him breathe her in. He licks between her toes, slow and greedy, then guides her hand to his open fly. Lexi wraps her fingers around him and strokes once, twice, until he’s hard and leaking against her palm. She takes him in her mouth, tongue flat, throat open, never looking away. Spit shines her chin. He fucks forward in shallow thrusts until his breath catches and he pulls out, painting her flushed cheek, her parted lips, the dark lashes over her eyes. She closes them, smiling, already reaching for his cock again.