Black moon

Full moon hits different. Some folks get that itch they just can't scratch, that heat crawling under the skin. Regina feels it every time. Tonight it had her pacing her apartment, counting minutes until Marcus showed up at her door. Soon as he walked in she kicked off her shoes and put her feet in his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn't need directions. His tongue traced the arch of her right foot slow and deliberate, warm and wet against skin that felt hypersensitive under the moonlight streaming through her window. Regina's breath hitched when he hit the ball of her foot, then moaned outright as he worked between her toes, sucking each one into his mouth with the patience of a man who knew exactly what she needed. Her left foot pressed against his chest, toes flexing, and Marcus shifted to give it the same treatment, licking long stripes up the sole while Regina's fingers gripped the couch cushion. The whole apartment smelled like sweat and want. She spread her legs wider, skirt riding up, and ground against nothing but air while he kept going, thorough, relentless, worshiping every inch from heel to toe until she was panting his name like a prayer.