I trace the lines on his foot. Up. Down. Around his toe. And back up. My head bent close to him so I can see my finger make contact with his foot. My body contorted under the table between his legs.

He’s typing away on his laptop with a single-minded focus. The clicking sounds become background noise while I think of ways I can get him to spare a thought for me. Just a single sharp breath or wriggle of his feet is all the validation I need. The typing stops. I can hear him tapping his finger on the table above me. I brush my index finger against my lips and my eyebrows scrunch up together.

I have a brilliant idea. His tapping above me stops and the typing starts up again. I lick my lips in anticipation of what I’m about to do. My heart pounding against my knees under me as I get closer and lay my face on his feet. His cold skin brings blood rushing to my face. I close my eyes, revelling in the dips and valleys of his feet. I wrap my lips around where his foot meets his leg hair. My smile turns into a smirk and I bite him. Gently of course. The typing above me stops. He takes a sharp breath. Grinding his feet against the carpet.

I rise up to him, my heart soaring, knowing that his single-minded focus was just a pretence that he is unaffected. I rub my cheek against his leg hair and rest my head against his lap.

I press my hand against my pussy, trying to stop it from pulsating. My underwear rubs against my pussy easily. I move it aside and press my middle finger inside my pussy. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. My pussy makes a loud popping noise when I slide my finger out. My pussy yearns for something inside and not wanting to let go of my finger. I lay on my knees this time facing away from him with my ass in the air and face on the carpet. I push my pussy closer to him until it's against his leg and I rub my pussy juice on him. I grind on him and play with my clit until I cum. Moaning and rolling my eyes at the pleasure. I lay my pussy on his foot after I come down from the high. Wrapping my hands around my head on the floor. Snuggled up and sated.

Slowly, the typing sounds are all I can think about. How dare the keys on his laptop get to feel his fingers and not me? I quickly sit up hitting my head against the table. I cross my arms, balling my hands together and biting my bottom lip in jealous fury. His feet stay planted on the ground. Unmoving. Like it never moved just minutes ago. I grind my teeth together, wanting to do something to make him grind his feet on the floor again.

My eyes start pooling and I try to hold in the tears. Instead, I jerk around in a hiccupy mess. I try to hide under my arms but my body quakes, unfurling my tightly folded body. The glimpses of my pussy juice glistening on his leg hair brings new waves of trembles on my body. He moves back and dips his head under the table, looking at me with concerned eyes. With one hand on the table, he reaches for me with his other hand. I peek under my arms seeing a blurred hand reaching to me. The only hands I need.

He wraps his hand around me like I’m porcelain. Pulling out from under the table. He places a hand over my head so I don’t bump into the table any more than I already have during my meltdown. He guides me to his bed. The three steps it takes to get there feel like forever as I revel in the feel of his hand holding mine as mine belong in his hands. He nudges me to sit on the bed and lay down. He presses his hand against my underwear.

“You’re so wet,’ he says, looking at my cum on his fingers as he rubs his fingers together. He brings his hands closer to my pussy and I clench my hands, holding back on pushing his hands closer to where I want them. Finally, after an eternity he presses his a finger inside me, and I breathe faster as he watches me intensely. I want to close my eyes but all the times in the past remind me not to make that mistake again or he’ll take away his hand and reprimand me for not looking at him. I look at him with half-lidded eyes and scrunch up the bed sheet with my fists. He rubs my clit in circles with his thumb and I moan louder and louder. 'Such a good slut,’ he says. I light up hearing his praise, but just as I get up to kiss him, he presses two fingers inside my pussy and I fall back onto the bed with my back arching. He sucks on my nipples, his beard scratching my breasts.