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.
Jack looked up as she approached, studying her dark blonde hair that reached down to her elbows, appearing darker now that it was wet. Her arched eyebrows over expressive eyes. A delicious mouth. A slender, graceful neck. Her breasts were just a little larger than his hands with light pink accenting each breast around the nipple. Her trim waist and nearly flat abdomen that would hopefully soon be rounding with their child. Her long, athletic legs... Chloe watched as his dick twitched.
Chloe dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock with her hand before leaning forward to taste it. Again, Jack pulled her to her feet. "I told you no."
"I just wanted to help you get ready," she offered, blinking her bright eyes innocently.
He quirked an eyebrow. "Do I look like I need help?"
Chloe eyed him hungrily. "No, it does not!" she said emphatically.
Jack pulled her closer and kissed herr, their tongues tangling for a few moments before he patted her fleshy ass none too gently.
Chloe pulled back in surprise, her hips still pinned to his. "One of your surprises?" She asked with a smail smile.
He smirked. "Maybe."
Chloe's heart pounded. She could already tell she was soaked.
Jack released her and stepped to the dresser and pulled on a pair of boxers from a drawer. He came back and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come on," he said, challenge in his voice.
Chloe hesitated a few seconds before positioning herr hips over his right leg with her upper body laying against his left. He started rubbing her as soon as she was in place. She gripped his leg in anticipation of the strike she knew was coming. "Let go."
As soon as she did, the rubbing stopped and his hand landed firmly against her flesh. Chloe jumped.
Another smack. This time only Chloe's hips jerked.
A harder slap on the other cheek followed.
His hand resumed roaming the pinking flesh, warming it further. After a few seconds, his fingers dropped down to her slick pussy. She moaned and he chuckled deeply.
Jack noticed another shiver going through her. She grasped his leg again.
"Chloe, I told you not to do that. Put your arms behind your back."
