18 – At my place

He looked at me. Not just like that: he looked deep into my eyes. His breath caressed my skin. His lips were so close, just a breath between us.

I was in a trance.

His large hand rested on my neck. Warm. Calm. Safe.

"He wants to kneel in front of me and he wants my feet... Unbelievable..", he said in a low voice.

“ Yes ,” I whispered. No excuses. No protection.

I looked at his face. I felt it. His excitement. His desire. He didn't just look at me, he devoured me. His gaze kept lingering on my mouth, as if he could find answers there. It's happening now, I thought. Without having to say anything. He moved closer... slowly... My lips were ready...

Then, suddenly, a start. He jumped and looked down.

" Ouch! " he exclaimed.

The cat. It appeared out of nowhere, catching him on the heel. He pulled his foot back and rubbed the area.

" That damned cat bit me or scratched me. What do you always want at my feet? " he scolded the cat shortly.

Silence. It spread like a crack in space. As if something that had just begun to grow had broken.

The cat came back. As if nothing had happened. She curled up at his feet, as if it were her personal throne. And he let her. I looked at her. And I felt envious. As if the cat didn't want anyone else in her place. She had hurt him, and she was allowed to stay. I had never hurt him. And I was still there. "That place is mine, stupid cat..." I thought to myself.

"Maybe the cat wrote the letter," he said, laughing. I laughed, too. Not loudly, but sincerely.

I looked at the cat. Or rather, at Giorgio's feet.

“ Bad cat ,” I said, trying to be funny. “ Either way, it’ll definitely make it hard for him to get near your feet.”

George laughed.

He looked at me. Then he looked back at the cat at his feet.

I took a deep breath. Then I slowly lowered myself to my knees. In front of him.

To pet the cat. But in reality... I just wanted to be there.

At my place. I was caressing my rival, but I was looking at Giorgio's big male feet. The feet of this irresistible man. I looked up at him. He was looking at me with a mischievous look. I didn't dare look at him any longer and lowered my gaze.

The sight of his big, veiny feet made me think of his pleasure stick – also not far away – and I wondered if it was as big and veiny as his alpha feet. He must have a monster cock, if what people think of men with big feet is true.

Giorgio wiggled his toes. Forcefully and playfully. His calf muscles twitched. The sight of it literally made my senses go numb of desire. Why couldn’t I resist? Why did the sight almost drive me crazy?

How I wanted them.

How I wanted him.

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