“I like it when you whimper like this,” he told her. “Beg for me.”
It was such a direct command, but Rachel felt obliged to obey. “Please, Simon. I?—”
She tried to reach for him, but he was quick to pin her wrists at the top of her head using his free hand.
“Not yet, darling.”
“But you are torturing me.”
“Then maybe you deserve it.” Simon pressed a kiss to her hands and then went back to touching her.
It was so sexy how he said it.
She held her breath. His fingers trailed along the edge of her undergarments, teasing. Rachel trembled. He was touching her, but not fully.
“How long will you tease me like this?”
“Until you’re a mess,” he groaned. “I want to see you get desperate.”
That alone was enough to send her over the edge.
“Really?” Simon asked, seeming proud of himself. “Is that all it took?”
Rachel blushed, unsure of what had just happened but feeling incredible.
“There’s more in you left,” he observed, and then he put his mouth on her.
“Oh, God—” Rachel’s head fell back against the pillows as pleasure exploded across her body and mind.
Simon was incredible. Each stroke was perfect, and he was devouring her like a starved man. When she tried to wiggle out of his hold, he only gripped her harder.
“You taste so sweet,” he groaned. “You had been keeping this from me all this time?”
Rachel did not know what she could even say, just that she never wanted him to stop.
She was lost in him, and he knew it.
“I need—” she gasped, only to be cut off as Simon suddenly withdrew his mouth from hers. “Why did you…”
Simon kissed her before she could argue, his lips demanding as he pressed her into the bed.
“Don’t be so impatient,” he told her. “We have only started. I am not yet done with you.”
God.It sent a shiver down her spine. What else was there for him to do?
“You make me ache with want and desire. I need you?—”
“You need me?” he growled in her ear. He tugged at his trousers, and they were off in a second.
That was when Rachel saw him for the first time. Her mouth formed the shape of an O.
It was… She was not sure if she could even fit it in her hands.
“Do you like your husband’s manhood?” he asked her, watching her closely. “Touch it, darling. It needs you.”
With shaking hands, she did. Her suspicion had been correct. It barely fit in her tiny hands. Seeing that made Simon’s eyes darken.
“God.” He pushed her back down on the bed. “I want to see you take it. Will you let me?”
