From under blanket, I can feel the bed got sink gradually under his weight again and he locking my foot.
"Hold on," he instructs softly.
Then I hold my breath and reposition my arms so my palms are flat on my burning red face, but all embarrassment is momentarily eliminated when I feel the warm wetness of his tongue dragging up my instep, licking the trail of blood away.
Immediately I got shiver under his tongue's stroke and remove my hands to look down at him, shifting a little, my thighs tightening.
He smiles knowingly, his eyes sparkling before he wraps his lips around my feet.
Shit!
"What are you doing?" I cry.
"I'm getting the glass piece out," he says against my heel.
He sucks on my heel and pulls away before taking the tweezers and getting up close and personal with the heel of my foot.
I grin as I watch his concentration frown appear across his brow.
"There, it out," He kisses my foot and releases it.
