Tonto

8

Shaking I could barely get my key in the door. Ellis stood behind me, just breathing down my neck. Trying to calm my frazzled nerves, I paused and took a deep breath. 

"Need some help?" Ellis said wrapping his large hand around mine and placed his other hand on my stomach drawing me back into him some. "See all you have to do is line the key up," He said husky and slowly lined the key with the keyhole. "right with keyhole and gentle push it in.  Or rough." He said mumbling the last part before thrusting my hand forward, pushing the key inside.

"Now that you are in there you got to twist it a bit." He said turning the key and pushing opened the door.  Pulling my hand quickly out of his, I raced up the steps without a glance back  and locked my room door. Hanging my purse on the back of the door, I walked to my bed and laid face down. My heart was pounding in my chest. 

Why was he so stuck on me. He could have any woman yet he was basically mind fucking me everywhere we went. Sighing I walked over to my bathroom and undressed. Taking a well needed shower, I quickly dressed myself. I trailed down the stairs and looked for Ellis. Glancing in the kitchen I noticed he wasn't there and looked in the dinning room. Walking around to the living room, I saw that his head was thrown back in the couch and his eyes where closed. It almost look like he was asleep. Walking over to him, I stood in front of him just looking at his face. 

"Come, Sit down. " He said slitting his eyes open for a moment. Staring back at him wide eyed, I was shook to the soul; I could have sworn he was sleep.

"Did you sleep?" I asked as I sat next to him enjoying the warmth his body gave off. Sliding off my slippers, I crossed my legs.

"No, I just waited for you." He said raising his head and opening his eyes all the way. "Come on. Give me your legs." he said patting his lap. Raising my legs up, He took both and sat them in his lap. Grabbing one foot he started to kneading it thoroughly. Squirming lightly, I was never fond of people touching my feet.

My brother use to poke my feet to wake me up when we were younger and it would cause me to become mean as a rattlesnake. I hated it but the way Ellis was rubbing my feet had me growing hot and embarrassed. Struggling to sit still, I forced my legs to lay there but this was making me tense up even more. "Sit still and relax Geneva." He said pinning my ankle against his chest with his inner elbow. Pressing his palm into the arch of my foot, I groaned trying to yank my foot from his grasped but he wouldn't let go. He began to rotate his palm around the surface of my foot and a breathless laugh was forced out of me.

"Stop struggling and just take it." He mumbled focusing on the movement of his hands. For a brief moment he looked at me but didn't stop the moment of his hands.

"Ellis.." I struggled out. God this was going to drive me up a wall. He worked his fingers into the ball of my foot and rubbed in circular motion on my heel and the sides of my foot. Moaning out, I covered my face as he worked on both feet taking his time. Moving up from my feet he began to rub into my calves. I was a blubbering mess, my clit throbbed and hot cannal leaked.

Ellis rubbing into me as if he was making bread. My feet were throbbing in relief because he really did rub away all the pain. I couldn't stop the moans of pleasure from spilling from my mouth as my eyes squeezed shut. Dragging a hand down my face, I bit my lips turning my upper body away from Ellis. He moved higher massaging my thighs. My thighs where huge but the way Ellis handled them was driving me insane. Gripping his arm tightly, I let out a breathy stop. 

"What's wrong." He said staring at me, hands still gripping my thighs tightly but they hand stop moving. Leaning back on the armrest of the loveseat, I took a deep breath and just looked at Ellis. The look we shared was anything but innocent. Who knew my legs and feet where a hot spot on me.