Page 90 of Foreplay on Words

His hand slowly rotated the toy, pushing it into me and then retreating. He built up a slow push-and-pull rhythm, my hips rising slightly with each thrust.

“Holy shit,” I moaned as he sped the vibrations of the toy with a soft click. He began to fuck me in earnest—the rabbit part of the toy grazing my clit with each thrust causing me to clench as my orgasm approached rapidly. As he pressed it fully inside, he twisted it back and forth, making me buck wildly off the bed and scream out my release.

“Oh, my God!” I sobbed as he continued to press the vibrator into me as the rhythmic pulsing of my climax blazed through me.

It was almost too much, but it felt so good. Fire raced up my spine as I felt a sharp pinch on my nipple, and the toy started oscillating inside me. He ratcheted the speed up another notch, and I felt myself skyrocketing toward an even more intense release. I screamed as I thrashed against his touch and the vibrator, an unexpected gush of wetness accompanying my release.

“Too much. Too much,” I moaned, my voice hoarse and weak from screaming through the force of both orgasms. I’d had multiples during sex before, but not back-to-back like that.

The vibrations stopped with a click, and I sighed heavily—a bit overwhelmed as he pulled the toy from me. The bed shifted, and I heard a quiet thud from my nightstand.

The bed dipped as Evan sat back down and gently pulled the blindfold off. Tears ran down my cheeks that he wiped gently with his fingertips as he gazed at me with raw desire in his eyes. I’d never seen him look this aroused.

He slowly traced a finger over my peaked nipple with an almost feral smile before he pinched it, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.

“You ready for more?” he asked as he stood from the bed, and I saw his hard cock throbbing, his balls encased by the vibrating ring.

Holy shit.

Evan

Boston

Chase tied to the bed, completely vulnerable, but entrusting me with this side of her was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. She looked completely sated after the orgasms I’d coaxed out of her with the rabbit.

I’d never played with toys before—obviously, my history was completely vanilla compared to now—but I could see why people liked them. It was hot to be able to manipulate your partner’s enjoyment. And the fact that she trusted me enough to play like this cracked open some hidden part of my heart that no woman had ever been able to find.

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed quietly as she stared at my aroused cock with wide eyes.

It’d been a little challenging to get the cock ring maneuvered into place with a semi, but I knew as soon as I put that vibrator anywhere near her I’d be harder than steel. The little pieces of silicone were doing their job as I was throbbing and hard as granite.

“Is that a no?” I asked, already knowing her answer to my previous question about being ready for more.

“Are you kidding me?” Her eye roll was almost adorable, contrasted by the mascara running down her cheeks.

Climbing between her legs, I slowly kneaded my hands up the long expanse of her shins and paused at the tops of her thighs. Her muscles were still tense from being immobile, but she seemed alright. “Do I need to untie you? We can take a break to relax for a few minutes if this is too much for you.”

She lifted her head slightly, giving me a disbelieving look.

“No, God no,” she urged. “I can’t relax right now. You need to get in there. Don’t tease me like this because I can promise you, I’ll return the favor once you take these cuffs off if you do.”

I chuckled at her frustrated pout, and her hips lifted from the bed as she tried to shimmy closer to where I was kneeling.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to undo the cuffs?” I asked again.

“Are you serious right now? If you uncuff me, I’m using the whip in the other room on you,” she threatened.

“So impatient,” I scolded. “Maybe I should make you sweat a little.” Reaching to grab the feather tickler off the corner of the bed, I had trouble containing my smile.

Chase threw her hips upward, trying fruitlessly to line herself up as my cock brushed against her sex.

“Hmmm. Where should I use this first?” I mused as I slowly lowered the feathers to the side of her neck. “Are you sensitive here?”

My hand tilted the handle slightly and gently ran the very tip of one feather over her collarbone. She sighed softly, her arm jerking slightly against the cuff.

“Or how about here?” I traced a path toward her shoulder and then down her side, barely grazing the side of her breast.

“Ahh,” she hissed as her body twitched to the side. Obviously, that spot was a little ticklish.

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