Page 37 of Foreplay on Words

His chest was lean and lightly muscled, with the perfect amount of hair on his pecs and abdomen.

“Is this my striptease?’ I giggled as I propped myself on my elbows and watched him unabashedly.

He smirked as he shoved his pants to the carpet, stepping out of them before his socks were discarded.

“I’ll turn on the music next time,” he laughed as he grabbed me by the calf and yanked me toward his partially clothed body.

Before I could even lift my hips to help him, he was pulling down the waistband of my leggings. He peeled them, along with my panties, off and threw them to the floor before pushing a knee onto the bed. He climbed up until he was hovering over me.

This dominating side of him was turning me on. He wasn’t going to have any problems at all with our ‘research.’

Evan knelt, straddling my legs as he took possession of my mouth again, sliding his hands inside my shirt and pushing my bra up my chest. I moaned as he cupped my breasts and roughly dragged his thumbs over the nipples.

“Fuck, these are spectacular,” he moaned as he pushed my shirt the rest of the way to my armpits and dropped his head to my chest. My back arched off the bed as he tugged at one of my nipples with his teeth.

“Off...off...” I insisted breathlessly as I tried to sit up and pull my shirt over my head.

He helped me discard it and released my bra clasp, throwing them both onto the pile of clothes on the floor. His eager tongue laved my nipples as his big hands framed my breasts and pushed them together.

My hips were squirming on the bed as the twin sensations of his lips and the scruff along his jaw drove me toward madness.

Grabbing his hips, I urged him to lay down, his body covering mine.

Evan panted as he looked up at me, his hard length throbbing against my thigh through the thin fabric holding it captive.

My breasts were forgotten as he slowly shifted to the side, his hand tracing a path of fire up the inside of my thigh.

“You’re so wet,” he growled as he dipped the tips of his fingers inside of me, and then his thumb began to slide against my clit. While his first written sex scenes may have been fumbling, he clearly knew how to locate the important parts in real life. My eyes rolled back, my back arching as I pushed my hips toward his hand, seeking friction.

“I want to make you come.” His voice was rough in my ear as my eyes closed at the sensations he was stirring inside me.

One long finger slowly eased into me, and I moaned loudly as it retreated and then curled on its way back in. His cock twitched against my thigh as he added another finger and began to build up speed.

“Fuck me,” I moaned as I grabbed his arm and gyrated my hips into the movements of his fingers. Getting fingered had never been this intense for me before.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered, nipping along my jaw. I started to spasm against him, grabbed ahold of the hair at the base of his neck, and screamed my orgasm.

“Fuck yes.” His voice was gravelly as he kissed down my stomach and settled between my legs. My eyes were screwed shut as I panted, my body completely overwhelmed with sensation.

“Chase?” he whispered as he ran his hands softly down my thighs, his eyes fixated on where I was wet and ready for him.

“Mmm...” I hummed as my eyes slipped closed. The bed shifted as Evan laid down and kissed the inside of my thigh, his tongue tracing a path inward.

The world seemed to pause as his warm breath teased me. He was hesitating. But I was borderline desperate for more of his touch at this point.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

I drowsily opened them, and he smiled at me before he ran a finger down the line of my pussy. “Is this okay? If I…?”

Despite the way he’d been dominant moments ago while he coaxed an orgasm out of me with his fingers, I could see the insecurity in his eyes. He was waiting for me to tell him this was something I wanted.

Not wanting to scare him by yelling at him to start licking, I nodded, reaching down to run my fingers along his cheek. “I want you to. Please. Don’t make me beg. That’d just be embarrassing.”

He chuckled and nodded, blowing out a warm breath that made me squirm, and rolled his shoulders back as he settled between my legs. Part of me wanted to talk to him about why he was self-conscious, but with the first flick of his tongue and suck of his soft lips, I couldn’t form coherent sentences as my back arched against his soft sheets.

Evan was a man on a mission as he thrust two fingers inside me and curled them, massaging as he teased my clit with the tip of his tongue. Whoever made him question his oral skills was an idiot. Much quicker than I thought was even possible, I was crying out and thrusting my hips into his movements, chasing down my second orgasm as my lips started to tingle and my thighs began to shake.

“Fuck,” he grunted as I spasmed against him, crying out.

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