Page 93 of Foreplay on Words

My fingers searched for the button on the side of the vibrator, and it hummed to life with a press, sending subtle vibrations down the length of me.

“Oh my God,” she moaned as I pushed the head onto her clit and slid against her slowly.

Her hips pulsed up with my movements, and I couldn’t hold back anymore, no matter how much I was enjoying this. Tilting slightly, I drew back before plunging inside of her in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed loudly as her head pressed into the pillow, her neck arching enticingly.

Burying myself as far as I could inside her, pausing as the sensations rolled through us from being this deeply connected. She moaned as the vibrator pressed into her clit, and her eyes rolled back before she closed them.

She cried out, moaning as I pulled out and snapped my hips forward again, rotating them as I bottomed out.

“God, you’re so fucking hot. My wrecked little toy.” Her chest and neck flushed an enticing shade of pink, her cries indicating she was close. I was desperate to get her there so that I could watch her fall apart again. Giving her orgasms was addictive, and I never wanted to recover.

One of my fingers traced the soft folds of her pussy as I disappeared inside, and I pressed her clit lightly, drawing slow circles as I continued to thrust into her.

Chase was babbling as she cried out, her hips flexing on my lap as I felt her start to pulse. She was so far gone she couldn’t help but vocalize her pleasure, and I became more enamored with her wanton inhibition every time she did. A sense of masculine pride ran through me, knowing I was the one causing it.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I sped up, her cries increasing as the vibrator continued to stimulate her through her orgasm. Her muscles clenched even tighter, and I couldn’t hold back, coming inside her in several long streams.

My heart pounded in my chest as my thumb clicked the vibrator off. Looking down at where she was lying limp against the bed, her arms still outstretched, I sighed at how utterly spent she was.

“That’s enough. I’m sorry,” I panted as I leaned forward to unhook one wrist cuff and then the other. My cock slipped from her as I leaned back to unhook her ankles. She sagged against the bed, staring at me with a dazed look.

Her eyes fluttered closed again as I massaged one wrist, rubbing lightly before slowly moving my way up her forearm and toward her shoulder. She sighed quietly as I massaged the tightness in her joints and muscles. I switched sides, and then my hands traveled to her thighs, digging my fingers into her muscles to ease the discomfort she probably felt.

“Come here,” I whispered, gripping her hand and tugging.

“Hmm.” The sated look in her eyes and happy sighs helped to ease my worries that I’d taken things too far, but I knew I needed to take special care of her in this state.

“I’ll help you.” Gripping her waist, I lifted her toward me, pressing our chests together. She placed her arms around my neck and hugged me to her as I drew my hands softly over the sweaty skin of her back.

“That was...” she sighed. I was worried that maybe it’d been too much. I didn’t even know what possessed me to do half that shit. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” she whispered into my skin.

“Oh, thank God,” I sighed as I tucked her face into my neck.

We sat quietly before Chase shifted and groaned from her perch on my lap.

“Want me to draw you a bath?” I asked quietly.

“That would be amazing.” She kissed the side of my neck and leaned back, her fingers scratching my neck. “You going to join me?”

Smiling, I leaned forward and kissed her gently. “I may be able to be persuaded.”

I gently laid her back against the sheets and kissed her forehead as I climbed off the bed, grabbing the rabbit and the Wartenberg wheel as I went.

Once in the bathroom, I carefully maneuvered myself out of the cock ring. My skin was sensitive from being restricted for so long, but it was worth every bit of discomfort. Using the toy wash, I washed it with the wheel and the rabbit and left them on a towel to dry before I started the water flow to the bathtub.

There was a canister of bath salts under the sink, and I figured it couldn’t hurt, so I sprinkled some into the warm water. The aromatic vapors filled the bathroom as the salts dissolved into the steamy water.

When I returned to the bedroom, Chase was curled up in the sheets, her eyes closed.

“Let’s go, sleepy,” I coaxed a soft smile out of her as I lifted her shoulders and helped her sit up. She clung to my arm as we walked to the bathroom, and I helped her into the tub. She scooted forward, and I climbed behind her, drawing her back into my arms.

“How’re you feeling?” My voice was low in the quiet of the room.

“Mmmm. I was a little sore, you know, down there...but this is helping.”

“I would say I was sorry, but...” I trailed off.

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