Reaching up, he untied her wrists, then massaged her wrists and shoulders for a moment.
Leaning down to brush a kiss on her lips, he said, “I want to feel your hands on me.”
Adjusting his position, he moved between her thighs. Leaning down so his face was inches from hers, he poised his cock at her opening. Looking deeply into her eyes, he slid inside her. Balancing himself above her on his forearms, he began to thrust into her at a steady pace.
Chloe slid her hands around his midsection, her hands gripping at his back. Tilting her hips forward to meet his thrusts, she enjoyed the sensation of his long, measured strokes. It was as if he knew exactly what her body needed.
“Fuck. You’re so tight. I can feel you fluttering around my cock.”
Feeling the beginnings of another orgasm coming on, she whimpered each time her hips met his.
Groaning now, Chris said, “I need you to come for me, Chloe. Come on my cock.”
Levering himself up now, he gripped her hips and began to slam into her.
With each thrust, she felt her body grow tenser. She could feel herself hovering right there on the edge.
Still thrusting into her, Chris said, “Play with your clit.”
Not hesitating for a moment, she reached down and began to rub her fingertips against her swollen clit.
Chris groaned, watching her, then said, “Fuck. That’s so sexy.”
After a few more brushes of her fingers, her back arched and she moaned Chris’s name as she came apart beneath him.
Continuing to slam into her a few more times, she heard him groan as he found his own release.
Pulling out of her, he scooted off the bed and went to get rid of the condom. She heard the water running in the en suite bathroom, then he came back over to the bed.
She was sprawled wantonly now, her body feeling like Jell-O.
Moving to lie down next to her, he pulled her up against him. His fingers playing with her hair, he said, “Whoa.”
“How long do you think that’s been there, waiting to happen?” she asked.
Shaking his head, he said, “No telling. I don’t even have words.”
“Me either,” she said.
“So, tell me,” he said, smirking now. “Did I just ruin you for all other men?”
Shooting him a deadpan look, she said, “I’ve got a date later tonight. I’ll let you know tomorrow.”
Slapping his hand against her bare ass, he said, “The hell you do, woman. I’m not done with you yet.”
“I guess I could cancel then. Besides, someone still owes me dinner,” Chloe said, poking him in the chest.
Getting up off the bed, she looked for her pants and asked, “Where is my shirt? Did I leave it in the kitchen?”
Standing up, he said, “I don’t even know why you’re putting on clothes. You’re not going to need them til morning.”
Raising her eyebrow, she said, “I had no idea this was a slumber party. I didn’t even bring my pajamas.”
Laughing, he said, “You definitely won’t need those.”
Even so, she grabbed the clothes that she had found in the bedroom, and moved into the en suite bathroom to clean up, then wandered into the kitchen to find her shirt.
Walking into the kitchen, she noticed that Chris had put his clothes back on and was now working on dinner again.