Stairway to the foot pleasure

He watches Amirah drift down the stairs one slow step at a time. Beautiful. Barefoot. The wooden treads get an eyeful of pale skin and pretty toes flexing with each move, and the man figures those stairs are the luckiest furniture in the building. Jealousy kicks in fast, mixed with something hotter. He catches her at the bottom, sweeps her close, and starts worshipping the goods. Lips close around each toe like they're prize bites. Tongue slides, sucks gently, moves on. Kisses land in the ticklish spots, then deeper ones. One foot at a time, he works the pleasure circuits until both of them hum happy, his foot-fantasy finally getting served on a silver platter.