Page 88 of Foreplay on Words

Evan tossed the items in his hands on the bed as I walked into the bathroom and pulled my toy wash and a small towel from under the sink.

“Get the cock ring,” I requested as I turned on the water to let it warm up.

“On it. One boner enlarger on its way.” Evan’s easy acceptance of sex toys was simultaneously arousing and amusing. He clearly understood the assignment; toys were an enhancement in the bedroom, not competition.

He took the ring out of the box and joined me at the sink, laying it on the countertop.

His arms snaked around my waist as he rested his chin on my shoulder, watching as I cleaned the cock ring and set it on the clean towel on the counter.

“Who knew washing a hot pink vibrator could be arousing,” he whispered as he watched my soapy hand slide up and down the shaft.

“You have turned into a horn dog,” I told him, thoroughly amused with his reaction to all this stuff. Some guys would have bailed being exposed to all the things he had in the last two days—even without any underlying anxiety issues.

“So, you’ve got your own toy wash?” he whispered into my neck between soft kisses.

“Yup,” I nodded, tilting my head to the side. “I am over thirty and have been extremely single for the last six months.”

“Should I be worried I don’t measure up to the toy arsenal?” he asked quietly.

“You really want me to stroke your ego, don’t you?” He tucked his nose into my neck and laughed. Judging by the size of something pressing into my hip, someone was getting aroused.

“Among other things,” he said in a deep, husky voice.

“Someone thinks they’re funny today.”

“You can’t be the only one with the jokes,” he mused. “Come on, let’s get that charging and go research.”

He reached over to grab the USB charger, plugging it into the wall outlet. Picking up the pink toy, he turned it in a few different directions with a confused expression. “How the hell do you charge this thing?”

I took the toy from him and turned it for him to see. “Find this textured dot and press the pointy part into it.”

“I know how much you like inserting the pointy part,” he chuckled as he gently pressed the little cord jack in, a red light showing under the silicone when it was in all the way.

“It’s completely covered since it’s water-resistant,” I explained. He nodded and took it from me, setting it down on the counter before pulling me toward him. He kissed me deeply, slowly pressing his tongue into my mouth.

“Hmmm. So, who gets tied up first?” he questioned after he stepped back.

“Who do you want to get tied up first?” I asked curiously. Let’s see how brave he was feeling.

“I’m curious about those nipple clamps,” he admitted, searching my eyes. I had to say; I was a little curious too. I’d only done solo research with some of the adjustable clamps. A partner had never been involved before.

“Let’s try them. But don’t worry, I’ll leave your poor nipples alone for now.”

Despite my attempts at levity, I was a little nervous as I walked back into the bedroom, taking off my socks and shoes. Evan followed suit and started to disrobe.

“Restraints?” He held up the bed chains and the smaller set of four cuffs.

Blowing out a short breath, I hesitated before I nodded. “Why not? Let’s go for it.”

He picked up the chains, and we quietly worked to attach them to all four corners of the bed, wrapping them around each post and clipping them into place. Then he picked up the set of women’s cuffs, and my pulse started to race.

“Fully naked or...?” he asked as his thumb slowly traced my ribs.

My sports bra was the first thing I pulled off, enjoying how his breath caught. My shorts came off next, leaving me standing in my panties.

He attached the first cuff as I held my wrist still, slowly stroking my palm with his fingers and then raising it to his mouth to place a kiss in the center. After he attached the second one, he knelt on the floor to attach the ankle cuffs.

“You ready?” he asked quietly.

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