Chloe sent the screenshot without comment, hoping he would remember their earlier discussion. It had been a few months. She was ready.
By the time Chloe arrived home after work and picking up some groceries, there had been no response. She sighed and began putting the groceries away. Maybe not this month.
Her phone chimed. 'Have the rope ready on the bed.'
Chloe's heart skipped a beat and Chloe could already felt herself growing warm. He would be home soon.
Jack walked into the house to find Chloe dicing the last of the fruit beside the sink. He stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissed the curve of her neck.
"HI," Chloe greeted breathlessly.
"Hi," Jack's voice was deeper than usual and a shiver slid down her spine.
"Have you eaten?" His voice was still seductive.
'No, I wasn't sure what you had in mind," she told him. "I wasn't even sure if..." she abruptly stopped, put the knife down and turned in his arms, feeling the evidence of his arousal between them.
"If I wanted to take advantage of your midnight no-filter ramblings?" he suggested.
"Yeah, something like that," she agreed as his hands started lowering to the curve of her backside and began kneading.
"Does this mean you like my midnight ramblings?" Chloe positioned her hand between them and let her fingers graze the outline of a bulge in his slacks.
His dark eyes twinkled with wicked mischief. "I may have a few additional ideas or my own to contribute."
"Oh?"
His eyebrows raised, but he said only, "Yep."
Chloe pouted. "You're not going to tell me?"
"That would ruin my fun," he informed her.
"Oh, fine. Keep your secrets." Chloe turned and put the lid on the container of fruit and put the cutting board and knife in the sink.
Jack waited for her to turn around and kissed his way down from her earlobe to the low neckline of her sweater and back up to her ear before forcing his mouth to hers, his hands rubbing from the curve of her breast down...
Just as Chloe thought he would begin massaging the flesh of her backside again, he stopped and told her, "Go take a shower."
Jack chuckled as Chloe pouted again and turned to go to the en suite bathroom. He prepared food and headed to the bedroom.
Fifteen minutes after the shower turned on, Jack stepped into the shower to find Chloe with her eyes closed, playing with a sudsy wet nipple with one hand while her other drew slow circles between her legs.
Jack extended his hands and gripped both of hers. "No, no, no. Playing with yourself isn't in the rules, Chloe."
Her eyes snapped open. "Oh!"
Jack directed her with a nudge into the shower stream. "Rinse off. Then you can wash me."
Chloe looked up into his eyes with excitement lighting hers. "Okay!"
Jack picked up a bottle of soap and poured some into her hands, turning so she could start with his back. Soaping him up, she massaged every muscle in his neck and shoulders, dropping to his arms before moving to his back and to his delicious butt. He turned and Chloe licked her lips at the sight of his cock pointing at her face.
Jack chuckled again as he gripped her arms and helped her to stand. "Not yet." He added more soap to her hand. She rubbed it together in her hands and placed her hands on his chest, working her way quickly down so she could run her soapy hands over his thick cock. Jack allowed her to play for a minute before instructing her to finish cleaning him as he quickly washed his hair.
"Did you talk to your boss?" He asked as he pulled her towel from the hook and began drying her.
"I did. I have tomorrow off."
"Why don't you go comb your hair?" He suggested.
As Chloe finished combing her hair out, she loosely braided it over her shoulder as she entered the bedroom. Jack stood near the head of the bed, shifting pillows around.
