FOOTSIE BABES-Footsie JOI with Ferrara Ferrara Gomez
23Ferrara loved control—the slow, teasing kind that left a man desperate before she even laid a finger on him. And with Matt, she had found the perfect plaything.
Sitting on the edge of his couch, she stretched out her legs, letting her bare feet brush against his thigh. Matt’s breath hitched, his eyes instantly locked on the delicate curve of her arch, the way her toes flexed ever so slightly.
“You like that, don’t you?” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement.
Matt swallowed hard, nodding, his fingers instinctively reaching for her ankle, but Ferrara pulled back just enough to keep him wanting.
“Patience,” she purred, dragging a toe along his chest, feeling the heat of his skin even through his shirt. “I want to see just how much you can take.”
A low groan escaped him as she pressed the ball of her foot against his stomach, her movements slow, deliberate. His hands trembled at his sides, his restraint slipping by the second.
Ferrara smirked, loving the power she held over him. “I can feel your heartbeat,” she whispered, her toes tracing lower. “So fast… all because of me.”
Matt exhaled sharply, his self-control hanging by a thread. “Ferrara…”
She tilted her head, enjoying his torment. “Tell me,” she teased, curling her toes slightly. “How bad do you want me?”
His response came in a breathless, desperate whisper. “More than anything.”
Ferrara grinned. “Then let’s see just how much you can handle.”
