Sex Drive

Alexis swings the door shut, heels already digging into her palm. She kicks them toward the wall and steps straight to the bed where Charlie waits. Sun still clings to her legs, but she's done with daylight. She props her bare feet on his lap like she means business, toes curling for the first sign of heat. Charlie catches an ankle, brings it to his mouth, and starts with lazy kisses that turn quick. Alexis answers by sliding her other foot down his length, painting long, slow strokes while he sucks her big toe, tongue working the underside. Her outfit bunches uselessly around her hips. She wriggles it the rest of the way off, never letting his cock leave her arches. Charlie presses her soles together, forcing tighter, slicker friction, and she laughs once, short and sharp, when the tip pushes between her arches like it belongs there. The room smells like sweat and lotion. She scoops some spit from her tongue, rubs it down his shaft, then resumes the foot-on-cock rhythm with both soles now. Each glide ends with her pulling up, toes spreading around the head before she slides down again. Charlie moans something indecipherable, grips her calves, and keeps licking. Alexis rocks her hips against nothing, chasing the bounce that comes every time her heel drags the underside of his balls. They work in fits, push-pull, her laughing again when he throbs hard between her arches, spilling warm streaks over her toes. She spreads them, strings stretching, then brings one foot up to Charlie's mouth so he can finish the taste.