Bare Feet

Bare feet to his chest, she resisted his entrance as he gently  pryed at her knees. Jokingly, she protested as he pleaded for the treasure between her thighs. He wasn't in the mood for jokes, he was serious. He was in a savage mood, nothing playful. He had a hunger in his eyes, so wild like and eager. Her very own then lit up like sparkling sapphires. Those damn eyes  of his said everything as she fell mesmerized and in sync with him. His eyes then turned a shade of carnal rage as he saw her cheeks blush.  Willingly, she allowed her legs to spread to the side. He was ravenous and ready to feast.  Bare feet now on his shoulders, he had her in scorching fever of her own. Bringing her nearly to the brink, tables turning, he had her pleading. It wasn't so funny to have such a hunger and your craving be denied.