Lusty legs

Clara’s lean legs stretch across the bed, catching light on every taut muscle. I run my hands up from her calves, feeling the heat build under my palms. She watches me, lips parted, as my mouth finds the inside of her thigh. I breathe her in before I taste her—soft kisses turning deeper, slower. My tongue traces the delicate skin, and she sighs, toes curling. When I reach her ankle, I press my lips to the arch of her foot, licking a slow stripe across the soft sole. Clara moans, the sound low and sweet. I suck her toes one by one, tasting salt and lotion, then nip lightly at the ball of her foot. She shifts, restless, and I slide back up her body, pressing my naked chest to her, my fingers never leaving the smooth line of her legs. She arches into me, and we move together, heat and breath and skin.