Or for her.
In an impatient move, she leaned away from him, yanked her shirt up and over her head and flung it away. Then she reached behind her back and fumbled with the hooks on her bra.
Simon brushed aside her attempts and expertly freed the hooks and slid the straps down her arms.
Once free of her top, Holly spun and helped Simon out of his shirt, then reached for the button on his jeans.
In a scramble of knees and elbows, they shed their remaining clothes and collapsed against the mattress, naked and slightly breathless.
Simon chuckled, pulled Holly into his arms and kissed her hard. When his tongue slid over the seam of her lips, she opened to him, her hand weaving into the hair at the back of his neck, urging him closer, deeper.
Rolling Holly onto her back, Simon settled over her and bent to capture her earlobe between his teeth, nipping gently. “Is this one of your sweet spots?”
She shook her head. “Lower.”
Up for the challenge, he kissed a path from her chin downward, tasting every inch of her. He paused to suck her breast into his mouth, flicking the hardened tip several times. “Is this a sweet spot?” he asked.
“Yes!” she breathed.
He moved to the other side and sucked that nipple into his mouth.
Holly’s back arched, pressing her breast deeper, a moan rumbling in her throat.
He moved lower, leading with his hands, his mouth following, blazing a trail across her ribs. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he cupped her sex and paused, desire welling up so fast and intensely he could barely breathe. “And this?” he asked, dipping his finger into her channel.
“Oh, yes.” She drew her knees up and let them fall to the side, opening to him, allowing him full access.
Simon pressed a kiss to her folds as he slid a finger into her slick channel, swirled in her heat and added another. With his thumbs, he parted those folds and flicked his tongue across her clit.
Holly gasped and bucked, her hips rising off the bed, her body tensing. “That’s the spot. There.”
When he did it again, she grasped his head, sinking her fingers into his hair to hold him there. “Again,” she rasped.
With slow, deliberate strokes, he played her sex, teasing that nubbin of flesh again and again until she rocked beneath him, whimpering softly, begging him to keep going.
For a moment, he abandoned her clit and slipped his tongue into her channel, tasting her juices before coming back to the center of her pleasure.
Simon stroked and flicked in a steadily increasing rhythm until Holly’s heels dug into the mattress and her ass rose off the bed, her entire body stiff as she teetered on the edge of her release. Then she moved, her hips pumping, her hands tugging and pulling his hair with each wave of her orgasm.
When she collapsed against the mattress, Simon climbed up her body and kissed her lips. “Had enough?” he asked.
Her eyes widened, and her hands slid down his back to cup his ass. “Not nearly.” Then she pressed him closer until his cock nudged her entrance.
He held back, testing her channel with tentative dips, making sure she was ready to take all of him.
Poised at her entrance, her hands pressing hard, urging him to take her, he remembered...
“Hold that thought.” He bent, pressed a kiss to her lips and then rolled off the bed and searched frantically for his jeans and the wallet in the back pocket.
“Are you kidding?” she wailed. “You can’t stop now.”
Simon let out a relieved chuckle when he found what he was looking for and dug the sole condom out.
With the packet in hand, he returned to her, knelt between her legs and rolled the condom over his engorged shaft.
Holly gripped his cock and guided him to her.
Determined to take it slow and let her adjust to his size, Simon eased in.
