Page 39 of Foreplay on Words

She pinched my nipple before she smacked me in the chest.

“Do I need to pick up some lube on the way over tomorrow?”

“Oh, she’s got more jokes,” I teased, squeezing her against me.

“I’ve always got jokes.” I could tell she was rolling her eyes at me without even looking.

“I’ll show you funny,” I growled as I flipped her over and nibbled on her neck and shoulder crease. She was squirming under my weight, laughing hysterically as I rubbed my stubble along her soft skin.

“Ahh. Stop!”

I eased back a little and began using my lips to kiss and suck along the same skin, eliciting a dramatically different reaction. She moaned and arched her neck as I readjusted myself to settle into the cradle of her thighs.

My barely covered cock pressed against her, and I angled my hips to grind down with a slow, deep rhythm.

“Evan.” Her voice was strained as she braced her feet flat upon the mattress and gyrated against me.

The feeling of her warmth made my head swim as I adjusted and pressed my hips directly against her, pulsing them slowly until she cried out, her neck arched backward. Firmly gripping her hips, I slowly rolled myself to the side, pulling her with me. I eventually settled with my back flat on the mattress with her sitting astride my hips.

“Ride me,” I urged as I bucked up from the mattress. The thought that we were dry-humping like two teenagers vaguely registered before she started to move.

Chase panted as she began to swivel her hips, grinding down onto me, my cock trapped between our bodies.

It’d never been this way for me. Watching her naked body sensually undulating in my lap was hotter than any sex I’d had in recent years, probably ever.

Things had become infrequent and stale toward the end of my last relationship, and once I caught her cheating, I was done.

Chase was a goddess, blonde hair mussed around her face and shoulders, eyes hooded, curvy breasts bouncing, cheeks flushed an enticing shade of pink. She was voluptuous—her curves filling my hands—and judging by the sultry looks she was giving me, she was entirely comfortable with her body and what she knew it could do.

Her innate sexuality turned me on immensely, and I rapidly succumbed to the sensations she was stirring within me.

“Fuck. Go faster,” I urged as I chased my orgasm, my cock about to explode in my briefs.

“I’m coming again,” she panted as I pressed against her, my hands holding onto her waist firmly as her movements coaxed out my orgasm, my neck straining against the pillows with the intensity of it.

She collapsed on me, her hair fanning across my face and neck. Her heartbeat pounded against my chest, the tempo almost as quick as mine.

“Shit. I can’t breathe,” I groaned as I panted.

“I don’t think I can move,” she laughed as she lay across my chest.

After a few moments, I laughed, the stickiness in my briefs gaining my attention. Chase looked up, resting her chin on my pec. “I just came in my pants like a barely pubescent teen boy.”

“Well, you certainly didn’t act like one…” She arched an eyebrow, running a finger down my torso. “And you certainly don’t look like one.”

Her fingers skated down my belly, playfully snapping the waistband against my stomach with a grimace. “But you might want to clean that up before you get stuck in these. I might want you out of them later.”

“Oh really?” I laughed, liking the thought of that. I knew things were moving fast, and mixing physical intimacy with a working relationship might become complicated, but I was beyond caring.

Dragging myself out of bed, I escaped to the bathroom, pulling off my sticky boxer briefs and throwing them into the laundry basket. My reflection caught my attention as I turned toward the door, hesitating as I studied it. I looked confident for once. The tension surrounding my eyes was gone, a soft glow staining my cheeks. This woman I’d known for a few days was doing more to bring me out of my shell than years of dating the wrong women.

Chase was asleep on her side when I returned to the bed, the sheets haphazardly pooled at her waist, the curves of her full breasts almost glowing against the dark cotton. Climbing in behind her, I rolled her toward me, smiling as she sighed when her head settled on my chest. My eyes closed as our breathing and heartbeats evened out. The last thing I remembered was thinking of how comfortable we were with each other and the anticipation of having her in my arms like this again and again.

Chase’s body heat eventually pulled me out of sleep. My human blanket ran hot when she slept.

I didn’t want to move her off me, I’d slept solidly for a few hours, but we needed to eat a late lunch and devise a game plan. I didn’t want her to go back to sleep somewhere else each night. Even though I truly enjoyed my privacy, it’d be much better with her here.

I’d get to wake up to her attempts to overheat and smother me, we could write and brainstorm at our own pace, and maybe I could give her that naked chef demonstration she wanted.

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