by Bella Juarez
Irene had noticed when they had arrived some very familiar names such as McDonald’s, Jared’s, Chili’s, Michael Kors, Nando’s, Gap, Dairy Queen, OshKosh B’Gosh, Hardee’s, Gucci, Starbucks, and Burger King. There were also many independent European-styled cafés and restaurants. The US Navy base was located in the very corner of the area.
Irene was lost in thought as she toyed with her Kindle and coffee. So lost, in fact, she almost missed someone taking a seat at her table. She looked up, startled until she realized it was the very familiar Captain O’Malley.
“Jack,” Irene breathed, relieved.
“How do you like Bahrain, Irene?” Jack asked.
“It’s surprising. I never expected a country so very traditionally Muslim to be so urban and modern, and very Western.”
“You oughta see Qatar.”
“Where’s James?”
“He’s still with Dixie,” Jack said, looking across the street. It seemed to Irene that Jack was trying to tell her something. He looked back at her. “We’re sending you home, Irene. JJ doesn’t know yet. Otherwise there would be one hell of a fight. This next part of his mission will be getting dangerous. I don’t want to hurt your feelings or insult you. I have a huge amount of respect for you…” Jack said.
“Be honest with me, Jack. I prefer things that way.”
“I need you to tell him you want to go home.”
Irene sighed and looked down at her coffee before speaking. “Jack, I am not a good liar. James always knows when I’m not being completely honest with him. He’ll ask why I want to go.”
“Tell him the truth. Tell him I talked to you. I’m worried about you. If this gets really bad and something goes wrong, JJ has to take care of both of you. That’s very hard to do. You’re not trained for this, Irene. Can you pick up a gun and kill somebody if you have to? I’m worried for you and for him. This mission would be a lot easier if he could just watch out for himself,” Jack said frankly.
“Thank you for being honest with me, and what you say makes sense, Jack,” Irene conceded.
Jack’s shoulders visibly relaxed. She could tell he had been very stressed about having this discussion with her.
“Will you please tell him you want to go home?” Jack asked.
“I will.”
The relief on Jack’s face was evident. “Thank you, Irene.”
“Now tell me how Anna is doing without you?” Irene asked.
Jack laughed. “Anna doesn’t need me. She just keeps me around to play with,” he said with a smile.
“I don’t think so.”
“She just got a promotion. Justin moved to a very high-end restaurant in San Antonio, and Anna got promoted to executive chef at the Menger. Just what she needs,” Jack said, shaking his head.
“What do you mean?”
“My little queen doesn’t need a bigger ego,” Jack said.
“Anna? No. She’s so down-to-earth and so easy to get along with.”
“Huh, you don’t know my wife,” Jack grunted.
“Do you love her?”
Irene saw a very controlled man melt.
“More than breathing,” Jack said, looking away.
Jack kept Irene entertained until James came to meet them almost an hour later. He parted ways with them. They returned to the hotel, and James decided to take a nap while Irene went to the hotel spa for a pedicure. She liked keeping her feet groomed, especially since meeting James. He had such an attraction to her feet. The way he would kiss and touch them made her go liquid. She’d read up on the attraction and found information on how to handle these things in a relationship.
Irene returned to the suite to find James awake and sitting on the couch watching TV. She’d been planning to talk about this part of his personality with him. He always seemed to hold something back whenever he played with her feet. Irene had read a particularly interesting article by a man with the same fascination as James. She smiled inwardly as she plopped down at the far end of the couch. It would be necessary for her to be a little more forward with him than she was comfortable with. He smiled at her.
“What have you been up to, sugar?” James asked.
Irene smiled mischievously as she kicked off her flip-flops and held up her foot for James’s inspection.
“What do you think of this color?” Irene asked with a wicked smile.
James looked at her, startled. He bit his lower lip and cleared his throat. He took Irene’s foot gently into his hands and looked a little closer.
“I like it,” James said, kissing her big toe.
“Are you sure? Do you like that particular shade or do you think I should do something else? Look a little closer,” Irene said.
James looked down at her foot and kissed the top part of her arch. “It’s perfect,” he said. Irene rubbed her foot into the palm of his hand. She heard him hiss in a sharp breath. “Are you flirting with me, sugar? You’ve got to know by now how much this drives me crazy.”
Irene put her other foot in James’s lap. She could already tell by the sudden bulge in his pants that he liked her little game.
“Maybe you should look at this one, too. Did they do a good job at the spa?” Irene asked, lifting the other foot.
James let Irene’s foot go and lifted the other one. He kissed the top and stroked the sole of her foot in a light massage. She gently traced the outline of his cock with the foot he had released. He snapped his head up and looked at her in surprise. He kissed her arch and started to put her foot down. She knew him well enough to know when he was holding back.
Irene understood his hesitation. He was afraid to drive her away because this wasn’t a normal part of one’s sex life. Or is it? She’d made up her mind that she would accept and appreciate his little fetish with her feet. It was a trade-off because he made her feel special every time he was near. It was also a little selfish because it felt so good when he kissed and massaged her feet the way he did. She wanted him just as happy as she was.
“James, what do you really want to do?” Irene asked as she ran her foot over his inner thigh.
“Whatever you want, sugar,” he said quietly.
“Do what you want. If you really want to stop, it’s okay. If not, do what makes you happy,” Irene said softly.
“Are you sure?” James asked, kissing the ball of her foot.
“Yes. I’m sure.”
“Do you like it when I kiss you here?” James kissed the arch of her foot again.
“Yes. I do.”
“If you don’t like something will you tell me?” James asked, kissing the inside of her ankle.
“I don’t think you’ll do anything I don’t like unless you hurt me somehow.”
James leaned back against the arm of the couch. “Give me your feet, sugar.”
* * * *
JJ watched as Irene leaned back and set her feet in his lap. He could tell she’d just had a pedicure. She seemed to do that a lot and it made him crazy every time he knew she went to get them done. He would fight the urge to strip off her shoes and indulge himself on her perfect feet. Since the first time he’d seen Irene’s toes, JJ always felt she’d been made especially for him. He picked up her feet and set them on his chest. He closed his eyes and let his instincts take over.
This was a dream come true, a woman who actually tried to understand his needs. This was a defining moment for JJ in his mind. There was no way he would ever be separated from Irene again. Her ability to understand and accept him was something he had sought from a woman all of his adult life. He loved Irene, and her compassion for wanting to appreciate his needs just made the tie stronger.
JJ didn’t know what made him the way he was or drew his attraction to a woman’s feet. He had been this way his whole life. He’d examined himself countless times and there was no singular event he could turn to and say, “This was it.” So many woman simply did not understand or even want to understand his desire to worship them from the tips of their toes to the top of their head. Ir
ene was different. Instinctually, he’d honed in on her from the very beginning.
JJ lifted Irene’s left foot and started kissing her arch and the ball of her foot. He licked up and down the arch slowly and laid a kiss when he reached his destination. He gently nibbled on the side of the ball of her foot. He moved his lips down and nipped inside her arch up to the ball of her foot. Irene moved her other foot down his chest and rubbed his inner thigh. JJ groaned as Irene lightly ran her toe over his cock. He took her toes and suckled each one as she continued her gentle teasing with her free foot. He took her heel in his mouth and gently bit. He was rewarded with one of her bubbly giggles.
JJ opened his eyes and saw that Irene was watching him. He picked up her free foot and kissed inside her arch. He ran his mouth over the top of her foot, licking and gently nibbling. He could taste the vanilla-and-brown-sugar cream they had used for her pedicure. He massaged her calf as he kissed her inner ankle and worked his way up her leg. A moan escaped Irene as he started his kissing and licking assault on her foot once more. He loved kissing and sucking her perfect toes. He took her toes and licked in between each one. By the sounds coming from her, Irene loved this just as much as he loved doing it. She was made for me.
“Oh, James, that feels so good,” Irene moaned.
JJ could feel his cock surge every time she moaned. He ignored it as he continued to worship Irene’s oh-so-perfect feet. He moved his hand up her leg and lightly touched her pussy through her khaki capris. He nibbled her toes and felt her shiver as he massaged her pussy. He kissed her foot, moving up her legs. His cock was like a steel pipe and it was almost unbearable now. He pulled away slightly.
“Are you done?” Irene asked as she rubbed his cock with her foot.
JJ inhaled deeply. “That feels so good, sugar,” he said. “I’m done for now. But I reserve the right to do this whenever I want.” He kissed her leg below the hem. “I bought you a present. Now that I know you really do like this, I want to give it to you.”
“You got me a present?”
JJ kissed up the arch of her foot. “Uh hum.” He took her toes in his mouth. He released them and kissed the ball of her foot. “Didn’t you ask me to get you something from Istanbul?” he asked, nibbling the side of her foot.
“What did you get me?” Irene asked, running her foot down his chest to his thigh.
“Come on, it’s in my suitcase,” JJ said, taking her hand.
They walked into the bedroom of the suite. JJ undressed her down to her bra and panties. He loved taking his time with her. He walked to his suitcase and quickly found the box he’d hidden. When he reached the bed, he sat down and lifted one of her feet. He opened the box and picked up the handcrafted toe ring that lay inside. It was gold and had an open-leaf Byzantine design that made the cut gold sparkle when it hit the light. He slid it onto Irene’s second toe and held it up for her to see.
“James, it’s beautiful and so unique,” Irene said.
“That’s not all,” he said, lifting the next item out of the box.
JJ encircled Irene’s ankle with a thick gold anklet in the same Byzantine design as the toe ring. He fastened the anklet and kissed it when he was done. Irene smiled at him and ran her foot over his chest.
“Do you like it, sugar?” he asked.
“Yes. I like it very much. Do you?” Irene asked, laying her jeweled foot on his chest.
“Oh yeah, I like it. I wish I would’ve had more made,” JJ said, kissing her bejeweled ankle.
“Come to me, James,” Irene said, holding out her arms to him.
JJ inched his way up Irene’s body, kissing and tasting her as he went. He reached her neck and nuzzled right below her ear. He was suddenly overcome with emotion. Her understanding and acceptance touched something deep inside of him. This was the first woman he could truly be himself with. It was too damn bad it took so long to find her.
“Thank you, sugar,” JJ whispered as he kissed her below her ear.
“For what? I’m the one that should be saying thank you.”
“For being such a beautiful woman both inside and out. I love you so very much.”
Irene ran her fingers through his hair, and JJ kissed the delicate place once more. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. He closed his eyes and let her take him over. Her small hands on his chest unbuttoned his shirt and he helped her slip it from his body. She pulled the T-shirt he wore underneath out and over his head.
Irene pushed JJ onto his back with a gentle kiss. She worked to unfasten his jeans. Irene slid his jeans down his legs, stopping to lay a kiss to his cock as she went down. She finished undressing him and worked her way up his body. She stopped to tease his cock with her lips and tongue. Her lips wrapped around his cock and fucked him so deliciously slowly. JJ felt as if he would explode.
“Sugar, please, you’re killing me,” JJ groaned.
“You’re not dying, James.” Irene ran her tongue over the head of his cock.
“Irene! You’d better get up here or something is going to happen you’re not expecting,” JJ warned.
“I know what happens,” Irene said, running her lips over the shaft of his dick.
JJ shivered at the sensation Irene’s lips gave his cock. He was totally at her mercy right now. Her warm mouth and wet tongue worked his cock like she had known him all her life, touching in all the right places. He lay back and squeezed his eyes, enduring the torture she was dishing out.
“Pay attention, James,” Irene said firmly as she ran her tongue slowly over his shaft.
“Oh, baby please!” JJ groaned.
“Do you want me to stop?” Irene taunted, lightly kissing his cock.
“Fuck me already!” JJ demanded.
“I’m not ready to do that yet,” Irene teased as she ran her finger lightly up and down his cock.
The feeling of Irene’s perfectly manicured nails running the length of his cock sent a shockwave through JJ’s body. His cock lurched, and he squeezed his eyes shut fighting the urge to come.
“Sugar, please!” JJ groaned as he felt the last of his self-control slip away.
Irene removed the last of her clothing and moved up his body and straddled him. JJ growled as he felt her hot, slick pussy rub his cock. He reached around her and grabbed her ass, forcing her onto his dick. Irene took his hands and laced her fingers in his, positioning the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She shifted her hips and finally gave him what he needed. He roared as he entered her inviting cunt. He couldn’t hold back. He felt his nerve endings snap as he started to climax.
“Shit!” JJ roared as he grabbed Irene’s hips and forced her onto his cock. JJ ground himself into her as he felt his balls tighten. “Irene!” His lower back spasmed and his cock heaved with each release as he pushed in and out of her. “Sugar…” he whispered as he pulled her close.
“Did that feel good?” Irene teased as she lightly kissed him.
JJ ushered Irene onto her back. “For me. Now it’s your turn.”
* * * *
Irene was already aroused to the point of madness. She closed her eyes and sighed as James nuzzled her neck and reached for her breasts. He slightly squeezed her breasts and rolled his thumb over her nipples, making them bead with anticipation. He inched his kisses down to her nipple and began his delightful sucking and licking. His hands ran lightly over her pussy and stroked her clit. Irene shuddered when his fingers dipped inside her creamy cunt. She rolled her hips when he found her clit and began rubbing tight little circles. She relaxed and allowed herself to go liquid at his touch.
Irene moaned as James started giving his attention to the other breast, repeating his licking and gentle nipping as he sucked her nipple. She opened her thighs wider, spreading them to give his fingers working her clit easier access. He would stop long enough to dip inside her, using their combined juices for lubrication.
“James…” Irene called in sensual need.
James worked his way between both of her nipples
as his fingers worked a little faster and harder, sweetly tormenting her swollen clit. Her breathing became shallow and jagged as she got closer to a climax.
“Come for me, sugar,” James urged as he drove two fingers inside her pussy.
The rush of Irene’s climax started coursing through her body and the wave finally crashed into her. Her pussy grabbed his fingers tightly as she dug her nails into his shoulder. She lifted her hips to meet his finger fucking and let him suck the breath from her body as he kissed her, stifling her screams of pleasure. He slowed the movement of his fingering and finally withdrew his fingers altogether as Irene relaxed and started to catch her breath.
James kissed Irene lightly and smiled. “Mmmm, you’re something, sugar!” He kissed her again. “Are you hungry? Ready for dinner?”
“I guess so,” Irene said, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. “I need to get dressed. I’ll be a little bit.”
“Take your time, sugar,” James said, releasing her.
Irene got up from bed and took a quick shower. She reapplied her makeup and dressed for a casual dinner out. James was ready in what seemed like seconds. They left the suite and went to a small Italian bistro on the busy Al Shabab Avenue. It was a cool, almost tropical evening. They took seats outside watching people come and go.
“James, I need to talk to you about something,” Irene said, recalling her promise to Jack.
“What’s up, sugar?” James took her hand.
“I think it’s time for me to go home and let you finish what you need to do without me being a distraction,” Irene said gently.
“What the hell made you say that?” James asked with a frown.
“Honey, please. I’ll go to Austin and wait for you, if you want. I think it would be better if I let you do what you need to. You don’t need to be worrying about me.”
James looked away toward the busy urban street. “Did Rock talk to you?”
“Yes, James. Jack and I had a talk. And I decided this was the right thing to do. Honey, I’m not leaving you. I’ll be waiting when you get home,” Irene reassured.
