Page 99 of Foreplay on Words

“That’s so fucking hot,” she whispered as she slid the door the rest of the way open and stepped in behind me. Her hands ran down my back and cupped my hips before she molded herself to my back. Peeking around my side, she eyed where my hand had never faltered, stroking the hard flesh I was no longer ashamed of pleasuring.

“Keep going,” she urged in a sultry voice.

“Ahh, fuck, baby,” I hissed as she slowly skated her fingertips along the ridge at my side, letting them follow the path to where my hand was currently preoccupied.

“Make yourself feel good,” she whispered. My hand resumed a slow circuit of up and down as I felt her lips travel down my side, one of her hands reaching down to roll my sac in her fingers. “Imagine all the filthy things you want to do to me while you touch yourself. How much I know you enjoyed aiming your cum at my tongue earlier. How you watched as I swallowed it all, knowing you greedily wanted more.”

“Fuck,” I groaned as my legs started to shake a little. The skin on my backside was a little sore, but I didn’t even care, with the naked woman wrapped around my back, whispering dirty encouragements.

“That’s it. I can tell you’re close. Don’t slow down. I know you want it.” The combination of her touch, her soft voice, and the sensual kisses on my back pushed me rapidly toward the edge.

As her hand ran over the tip of my shaft and slightly overlapped with my own, I groaned into the steam of the shower. She squeezed the head as our hands worked me over, my hips starting to rut into the motion.

“Come for me, baby,” she whispered into my neck as she rubbed her tits against my back. Chase was breathing almost as hard as I was. “I want to feel it cover my hand and drip through my fingers.”

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned as I pulsed and painted the shower wall and her fingers with my cum.

“You feel better?” She sounded amused as she placed a few more kisses on my back. I nodded, catching my breath. Chase straightened, pulling away from me.

A few moments later, her fingers performed their magic on my scalp, working the shampoo into my hair. I’d had more Chase-induced orgasms in the last two weeks than in the previous two years by anyone else, including myself. Other than when I was reading her books, I hadn’t felt inspired to touch myself regularly.

“I needed to clear my head,” I confessed. She hadn’t seemed to have a problem with me pleasuring myself, but I felt a little self-conscious. I normally was not this sexually pent up.

“I get it. Sometimes we all need a little self-love to focus,” she told me quietly. “Food should be here in about fifteen minutes.”

She kissed my shoulder and stepped back into the spray, quickly washing and handing me the bottle of body wash. I lathered up and rinsed off before she turned off the water and leaned out the door, returning with towels. We were quiet as we dried ourselves, but my brain was not. Different scenarios were running through my mind, and I had a good idea of where I wanted the story to go.

“You ready?” she asked, pushing the door open and stepping onto the floor mat.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

We dressed quickly, and the delivery guy showed up shortly after we walked into the living room.

“Netflix?” she asked as we settled into the couch. Neither of us seemed to want silence right now. After eating, Chase tucked herself under my arm and laid her head against my chest as we watched whatever mindless show she’d put on. I was having a hard time focusing on anything but her right now.

“You’re not expecting some chill time right now, are you?” I whispered as my fingers twined in her hair, and I ghosted my lips over the shell of her ear.

“I think you’re gonna break me if I don’t take a breather,” she laughed as she looked up.

“Fair enough. I probably shouldn’t be distracting you with that anyway. We need to start making some writing progress,” I agreed. “Adrian and Isobel will get suspicious with too much radio silence.”

“Is told me I had until Friday to send her some pages.” It was Wednesday.

“For the book you were working on before you came to Connecticut?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of stalled. I’ve been a little distracted,” she told me with a guilty smile.

“I would say sorry, but...”

“You’re so not,” she laughed. “And we both know I’m not either. If I wanted to prioritize writing right now, I would have.”

“Not even a little sorry. This has been the craziest past few weeks,” I told her. “But I wouldn’t trade any of it, even if my ass is sore.”

“You’ll live,” she rolled her eyes at me. “You weren’t on the receiving end of a whip.”

“I’ll live as long as I don’t piss you off.”

“Damn straight. I’ll beat that ass,” she cackled.

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