His face was pinched, his eyebrows drawn together. He looked like he was fighting an inwards battle with himself.
He walks closer towards me on the bed and takes my leg in his hand and I suck in a breath with that small bit of contact alone.
“I like these boots,” he says as he runs his hand over the velvety material. “Beautiful colour,” he continues, talking to himself.
He undoes the zipper on the inside ankle and pulls of the boots my first dipping his fingers into the top of the thigh high boots and pulling down slowly, letting his fingers drag down the skin of my leg.
I bite my bottom lip, if only to stop me from moaning from this little bit of contact on my skin.
His deep blue eyes were set on the task ahead of him. He takes the rest of my shoe off and lets them drop to the f
