The Ballerina's Feet

Eveline’s feet were already working before Kristof even had a chance to catch his breath. He sat there and watched her dance, every spin and pivot practically inviting him in. Once the music stopped, he grabbed her arches and massaged them warm, then slipped his tongue over each painted toe while she grinned like she’d known this was coming. Next thing he knew her lips were wrapped around him, slick and busy, until she switched over and started stroking him with those same feet, squeezing and rolling like she was still moving to music. She climbed on, worked him with a piston rhythm that made both of them swear, then finished him off right where it started: a warm splash across every toe she’d teased him with.