Feet of Desire: Ankle Socks

Her ankle socks were just visible under the hem of her jeans, hugging the delicate curves of her feet as she stretched out on the couch. She knew exactly what she was doing—arching her foot, toes curling lazily, the thin fabric clinging to every dip and line of her sole. I tried to focus on my book, but my eyes kept flicking back to the way her heel pressed into the cushion, the smooth outline of her arch taunting me. She caught me staring and smirked, dragging one foot up the inside of her opposite leg, slow and deliberate. "Something interesting over here?" she asked, voice dripping with amusement. The way she wiggled her toes made my pulse jump. I swallowed hard. "Just appreciating the view." She laughed, low and knowing, then stretched her leg toward me. The scent of cotton and something faintly sweet hit my nose as she flexed, the sock sliding just enough to reveal a sliver of bare skin. My mouth went dry. Teasing bitch. And I loved every second of it.

She let her foot hover just inches from my lap, the heat of her skin radiating through the thin cotton. Her toes flexed again, slow and deliberate, the arch of her foot curving in open invitation. "Appreciating's one thing," she murmured, dragging the ball of her foot along my thigh. "But I think we both know what you really want to do." My grip tightened on the book. The fabric of her sock was soft and worn, damp with the faintest hint of sweat as she pressed harder, tracing the outline of my growing erection through my jeans. I exhaled sharply when her heel ground down, the pressure just shy of painful. "You're playing fucking dirty." Her smile was all teeth. "And you're still just sitting there." I dropped the book and grabbed her ankle, fingers digging into the dip above her heel. She gasped as I yanked her closer, the sock slipping further down, baring the smooth curve of her instep. My mouth was on her before she could tease me again—tongue dragging hot and wet along her sole, tasting salt and cotton as she arched under me. "Fuck," she breathed, toes curling against my lips. *Finally.*

I sucked two of her toes into my mouth through the sock, the damp fabric clinging to my tongue as she moaned. Her other foot slid up my chest, shoving me back against the couch. “Not yet,” she teased, digging her heel into my sternum. I growled, biting down lightly on the sock, making her gasp. The wet cotton stretched as I pulled it off with my teeth, inch by inch, revealing her bare foot—smooth sole, high arches, the faint musk of sweat beneath the sweetness. She hooked her bare foot under my chin, forcing my gaze up. “Better,” she purred. “Now tell me how bad you want it.” My hands slid up her calves, squeezing the taut muscle as I dragged her closer. “Bad enough to ruin you.” I nipped at her ankle, then licked a slow stripe up to her toes, savoring the way her thighs tensed. Her breath hitched as I took her big toe between my lips, sucking hard. “Prove it.” I didn’t waste time. Flipping her onto her stomach, I pinned her hips down with one hand and peeled off the other sock with my teeth, baring both feet—pink soles, delicate bones, perfect for marking. She whimpered when I bit the curve of her arch, my fingers already working her jeans open. “Fucking *finally*.”

I shoved her jeans down her thighs, the denim catching at her knees as she arched up into my grip. Her bare ass pressed against my cock, hot even through my pants. “Impatient,” she taunted, but the hitch in her voice gave her away. I traced the seam of her pussy through her panties—already soaked, the fabric clinging to her folds. “You’ve been teasing me for an hour,” I growled, dragging the damp lace aside. She gasped when I slid two fingers into her, her hips jerking as I crooked them hard. “Fuck—” Her feet kicked back, toes digging into my thighs, her soles still damp from my mouth. I bit the back of her knee as I pumped my fingers, her cunt clenching around them. “Tell me.” She shuddered, grinding down. “You want me to beg?” “I want you to *come*.” Her laugh broke into a moan as I pressed my thumb to her clit, circling fast. Her legs shook, her heels sliding against the couch cushions. I could feel her tightening, the slick heat of her gripping my fingers— Then she tore away, twisting under me. Before I could react, she was on her knees, her hand fisting my cock through my jeans. “My turn,” she breathed, nails scraping the outline of my shaft. I grabbed her wrist, but she was already yanking my zipper down, her other foot pressing against my chest. “Stay.” Her toes curled into my collarbone as she took me in her mouth, tongue swirling the head. Fuck. The contrast—the warmth of her lips, the cool brush of her bare sole against my throat—had me seeing stars. I tangled my fingers in her hair, holding her in place as she sucked me deeper, her toes flexing against my skin. She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. “Gonna make you choke on it,” I warned. Her eyes flicked up, bright with challenge. *Try me.*

I tightened my grip in her hair, guiding her down until her nose pressed against my stomach. She gagged once—just a soft, wet sound—before relaxing her throat, taking me deeper. Her toes dragged down my chest, nails scraping lightly over my abs. “Fuck, that’s it,” I growled, rolling my hips up into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, her tongue working the underside of my cock as she pulled back. A string of spit connected her lips to the tip before she dove down again, swallowing me to the hilt. Her foot slid higher, pressing against my lips. I bit down on her arch, tasting salt and skin as she whimpered around me. The vibrations made my thighs tense, my cock twitching against her tongue. I released her hair just long enough to grab her ankle, spreading her toes apart with my fingers. She gasped as I sucked two into my mouth, laving between them with my tongue while she bobbed faster, sloppy and desperate. Her free foot hooked behind my neck, dragging me closer until I could feel her hot breath every time she came up for air. “Gonna come down your throat,” I warned, voice rough. Her only answer was to hum, deep and approving, her toes curling against the back of my head. I thrust up, fucking her mouth in short, brutal strokes—her nails dug into my thighs as I held her still, my release hitting hard. She swallowed every drop, her throat fluttering around me. When I finally let her pull back, she licked her lips, her bare foot still pressed to my chest. “Now,” she panted, “are you going to fuck me, or do I have to beg?”