My body heated at his words. "Yes, please," I breathed.
We had booked into a nearby Airbnb. Simon restrained from drinking since ride shares didn't come out this way much. Eden had already thought ahead and hired transfer cars to ferry those who needed a ride back to New Haven.
We stumbled into our room, mouths fused.
I felt his hands grab the material of my dress as his mouth seared down my neck.
When I felt him tug, I leaned back. "As much as I would love for you to tear this dress off and fuck me senseless, this designer dressed Florence Pugh for the Golden Globes."
I stepped back and zipped down the side before carefully sliding the sleeve off. It pooled like soft sheets on the ground.
His mouth dropped when he saw what I was wearing underneath. A strapless lace bodysuit clung to my curves like a glove. My tits were pushed high, making them appear bigger than they were.
His eyes flared as he glanced from my tits to my crotch and then back to my face. He appeared mesmerized. "Please tell me I can rip that off," he begged.
I eyed the massive bulge in his pants as I removed the pins from my hair, shaking my hair out around my shoulders.
"Oh, yeah," I purred.
He lunged forward and yanked the cups down. My breasts sprang free, my nipples hard and pouty. He bent, lifting the heavy mounds and licking at the rigid peaks before sucking them into his mouth, moving from one breast to the other before pushing them together and tonguing both nipples.
I grasped his head, moaning loud and long. A warmth flooded the crotch area of my bodysuit, and I clenched my inner muscles against the torrid need I felt swirling in my body.
"Fuck, you taste like peaches," he groaned against my flesh.
He lifted me up and moved me to the bed, maneuvering my ass to the edge. He grabbed the edges of my lingerie and ripped it off before sliding the shredded material aside.
I gave him a wry look. "I could've easily pulled that off my body."
He shrugged his shirt off, his abs rippling with the movements. My mouth dried as I took in his magnificent form. I'd seen him undress many times, yet he never failed to take my breath away.
"I've been dying to rip an item of clothing off you, baby. It was a statement."
I lifted my foot, resting my stiletto on his chest. "Feel free to make another one."
He grasped my ankle and lifted it over his shoulder as he kissed his way down my leg. I spread them further as his lips moved around my soft inner thigh.
He knelt between my legs, his nose flaring as he caught my aroused scent.
He raised my legs, and I helped him by holding them up by the back of my knees. I breathed harshly as I watched him lick at my wet flesh. He rubbed his fingers up and down before parting me and licking around the entrance of my hole. He pushed his tongue inside and thrust deep.
"Argh, fuck yes," I moaned. "Eat me, please. Make me come!"
I gasped and moaned as he moved his mouth further down and started rimming his tongue against my tight asshole.
I whimpered at the dirty act. Simon never shied away from ass play. He'd even let me finger his prostate, something he said had never been done to him before. He came so hard that night. Anal wasn't something we'd done yet, but I knew we would at some point.
As he moaned against my clenching back hole, I snuck my hand down to rub at my wet pussy.
"Ah, yes! You eat my ass so good," I encouraged, petting my other hand briefly through his hair, rewarding him for doing such a good job at making me squirm.
He leaned back, his mouth shiny from my juices. His eyes were wild, and his breathing rough as he rubbed his fingers against my ass. His eyes were trained on my pussy as I rubbed at my clit.
"Fuck, baby, I could eat your cunt and ass for hours. But I need to be in you right now, or I think I'll die."
He stood and bent down to rub his hard cock against my slit.
"Fuck me, please," I begged.
