Before the door has even swung shut, the heels are off.
Beautiful, magical, perfect, exhausting, all apt descriptions of the days events and yet, the accursed shoes still fly across the room to land in a jumble by the door.
With a distinctly inelegant "Oof" she collapses back into the plush couch, toes flexing, finally free of their stylish prisons.
Grabbing her favorite socks from the coffee table, she slides them onto her feet with a soft moan.
Leaning back as she allows herself a moment to enjoy the soft fabric caressing her sore toes.
Rolling onto the couch fully, she yawns spreading out and stretching her tired limbs.
She looks up as he enters the living room, having changed out of his suit into more comfortable clothes. Lowering himself onto the couch with a groan, he sits across from her, leaning back as he settles in.
She stretches out again once he's settled resting her feet in his lap.
After a moment of amicable silence, she feels something bump against her heel, looking down she immediately spots the distinct bulge in his pants.
"Are you serious right now? How on the gods green earth do you even have the energy?"
He just shugs slightly, shooting her an embarrassed smile.
After another few moments of silence, she arches an eyebrow?
"Well...?"
He returns her look, blinking innocently at her.
She rolls her eyes as she smiles, "get it out then. You don't honestly expect me to do it for you do you? I'm exhausted."
With a grin her reaches down, lowering his pants.
She smiles, stretching out her feet before placing them to either side of his member.
Lazily she begins to run her foot along his length, applying only the lightest touch.
The softness of her socks envelopes him, her careful movements balancing friction and pressure.
She presses her feet against him, increasing the pressure slightly as she halts her long strokes, instead flexing her toes against him with a lazy smirk.
She gets only a moment warning as she feels him twitch against her soles, her eyes going wide as he erupts.
She's stunned for a moment, looking down at herself.
"H-Hey! My dress! My favorite socks!"
He gives her a suitably chagrined smile as she mock glares at him.
"You are lucky I love you." She tries to pout, but can't keep the smile from her face as she looks at his dopey grin.
"I certainly am."
If you've gotten this far, thanks for reading!
You can find the original images, as well as a number of posts for my series of bride sets, here! https://civitai.com/collections/8797557
I spent a lot of time going through these images and fully redoing the set, I'm not entirely happy with how all of the images turned out, but they are certainly better than they were.
I'm not entirely sure why this set gave me so much trouble lol. I've had a few sets that I've done recently that just, haven't turned out and I wanted to write this story so I pushed through on this one 😵💫
I'd love to hear what you think in the comments!
If you enjoyed this, check out my other short stories!
You can find all my short stories here: https://civitai.com/articles/22874