Page 79 of Foreplay on Words

“Can you come?” His voice was strained as his hips started to falter, his neck muscles straining as he held back.

“Yes, almost there,” I moaned as I teetered near the edge.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned loudly as he pulled my hips off the counter and pistoned into me with vigor. “Oh God, Chase,” he groaned as he dug his fingers into the backs of my thighs.

Yes. I chanted as he came inside me, and I followed right behind him with a loud moan.

Evan’s sweaty head fell to my chest as we both panted, the smell of sex overpowering the delicious breakfast he’d served me only moments before.

“I think I finally had my fill of meat this morning.” My voice came out strained as I tried to catch my breath.

His chest shook as he held me tightly. “You’re horrible.”

“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago,” I giggled. “We should probably get cleaned up. Emory is expecting us at ten.”

Breaking the spell of post-orgasmic bliss was the last thing I wanted to do, but we couldn’t be late. My happy ass would still be wrapped up in my bed most mornings, but Evan had changed me in more than simply my sleeping habits.

I felt like he saw me. Not the sarcasm and the jokes. He saw me. And he was still here, begging for more.

“What exactly are we walking into today?” he asked as he drove toward Emory’s studio in his car.

“You’re going to learn how to operate the heavy machinery.”

“There’s machinery?” He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

“No,” I giggled. “Emory is more of a hands-on guy. Old school equipment.”

“Other than what we saw last night, I have no idea what the tools of the trade are.”

“We decided we wanted her to be an old-school Domme, right? No extra machines or torture devices?” I asked. “Just good old-fashioned control?”

“Yeah, I think that’d probably be best. Anything too intense, and my readers probably wouldn’t be interested,” he nodded.

“I think mine will be on board with the bondage and submission, but they wouldn’t expect the hard kink either. We can save that for your lessons and keep it off the page,” I teased.

Thankfully he knew I was joking and laughed as he pulled into a parking space near the photography studio. “Of course, bring on the gimp suit and the ball gag.”

Despite his jokes about kinkwear, we were both dressed in athletic gear. Evan wore a dark gray dry-fit shirt and a pair of loose shorts, and I had on a sports bra and black fitted shorts.

“You ready for this?”

“Nope.” The smile on his face as he squeezed my hand let me know he was only partially joking.

“I would say we could turn back now, but that would just give Emory time to come up with a creative punishment to exact upon us later.” Today was sure to be an eye-opener for him. I’d been exposed to this stuff before, but he was totally green. I was by no means an expert by any stretch of the imagination, but I’d been on both ends of the whip.

Em had better ease him into it slowly. Evan was way more skittish than I’d been.

“Might as well get in there,” he sighed. “My ass is already sore. I don’t need any spankings for tardiness.”

I nodded and exited the car, waiting for him by the front bumper. “Let’s not give Emory any ideas about a suitable punishment for being late.”

“You’re the one who took forever in the bathroom, so if anyone is getting spanked for making us late, it’s you,” he accused.

“Move your ass, and we won’t be late,” I sassed as I pinched his butt.

“Hey, hands off the merchandise. It’s still a little tender from your little spoon fantasy.” He threw his hips forward to escape my pinching fingers and laughed as he jogged toward the door with me hot on his heels.

“Finally, you two are here,” Talia let out a relieved sigh as we walked in the door. “He’s been wearing a hole in the floor in the back. You know how he is about his schedules.”

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