Give Me A Good Reason To Come Back

Man, when Nikki walked back through that door I knew I was in for it. She laid it out plain: last time’s mess wouldn’t fly again, or she’d vanish for good. I smiled and nodded, playing it cool while my mind raced. Maybe she wanted a solid, above-board rub-down. Maybe she wanted something that felt even better than last time did. Only one way to find out. Her feet were already warm, toes flexing, soles soft and pink. I couldn’t keep it in my pants another second. Out it came, and before I knew it I had her beautiful feet wrapped around me, sliding and squeezing like they’d been waiting for the encore. She looked up, eyes wide, and the deal was done. I’d crossed the line. We talked it out—quick, awkward, honest. She rolled her eyes, sighed, then opened her legs like she was signing a treaty. I dropped to my knees, buried my face between them and licked until she shivered and cursed my name, sweet and wet against my tongue. Then she switched gears, pushed me down and swallowed me whole, slow, wet, deliberate, until my knees gave out and I came down her throat in thick, grateful pulses. All that, and she’s still threatening to skip town if I step out of line again. Promises, promises.