"Tell me again why my heels turn you on" Ana started to gently kiss her way down Simon's body, starting with his neck, collarbones, nipples, then his stomach.
Simon moaned, enjoying the feeling of Ana's lips, remembering last night when they had made out after coming home from dinner and she had left lipstick all over his torso. He had regretted taking the marks off in the shower, before bed. Maybe next time he'd leave them. Or at least leave one. He shifted over to his back, gently spreading his legs to give Ana room.
With his eyes closed, he was surprised when she changed directions above him. Instead of kneeling between his legs, she straddled his torso, knees bent, legs spread so he could see, and touch her pussy, clit and ass, but not so close that he could raise his mouth and lips to them. He tried anyways, his arms wrapping around her legs so his palms were on her upper thighs.
She shook her ass gently, and resumed gently stroking his cock, just touching the tips of her fingers to the shaft. On every stroke, she revealed the head of his cock, then let his foreskin slide up again to conceal it. "Mmm, honey. No. I want you to tell me, while I enjoy your cock".
Simon blushed, but lay his head back down on the chair again. He absolutely loved hearing Ana using words like that. But he knew she was serious, and she wanted him to answer.
"Again?" Her heels were right by the side of his head, and he brought his hands up, touching her shoes, her feet, tracing the details in his fingers.