~15~

It's ridiculous. Daryl touches her feet. Just her feet.. It shouldn't feel so...good.

Carol wishes, her feet would look sexier. But they are just feet. They carry her through her life. She never really paid attention to them.

Until now.

She senses every small touch. Every kiss. The way, he licks between her toes, sucks on them, lets his teeth graze the arch of her foot.

It feels delicious.

Sinful.

Tantalizing.

It makes her whimper. Whrithing on the sheets. Arching in his touch. Biting her lips to stiffle a moan.

It makes him smile. Chuckling. Feeling confident.

And when he stops torturing her and kisses his way up to the sweet juncture of her thighs, all coherent thoughts fly away...