He lines open-mouth kisses down my throat, along my collarbone, and back to my heaving breasts. He lavishes each rosy peak, tugging one then the other into his worshiping mouth. My hips whip forward at the jolting heat it shoots though my veins, and I need him inside of me before I pass out. I feel his iron hardness on the base of my thigh and I’m almost shaking with how much I need him.
“Simon, please,” I say, pulling him up and kissing him for all I’m worth.
I’m rewarded as I feel him brushing along my entrance. The tip of his cock is wet and warm, and I can’t stop myself from reaching down to grasp him in my hand. His head drops down onto my shoulder as I seal my hold around him, pumping up and down. He’s breathing hard into the hollow of my neck, and it sends a tingle up my spine.
“If you mean to kill me,” he says, drawing back, “know that I’ll walk to my death gladly.”
I let out a quiet, panting laugh. “We haven’t even started yet.” I slant my wrist to lead him to my heated core, and he blinks his eyes like he’s trying to focus. “Are you sure you’re up for the task?”
His roguish smile reappears. Simon doesn’t back down from a challenge.
“Quite sure,” he replies. I’m about to taunt him some more, but the words slip into a groan when he surges forward, filling me up to the hilt. It takes me a second to adjust. He’s bigger than I anticipated, and I feel so tantalizingly full of him that my back arches, wanting to get him somehow deeper.
His cheeks are red, his mouth at half-mast as he takes his time pulling back before he drives forward again. He eases in and out of me with an unpredictable rhythm, changing the angle every time I think I can anticipate what it is that’s coming next.
“I’m never going to stop,” he mutters, falling forward slightly to lick at the thin arc of my ear. “This is all I want.”
“Don’t,” I whine. He pauses for a second, turning to look at me, but I’m quick to clarify. “Never stop.”
He lets out a relieved breath and kisses me, starting slow but building into something desperate with every scorching swing of his hips. I curve myself up, meeting each of his thrusts until my stomach starts to shudder. He takes one of my legs and hooks it up, pushing it forward with his hand while his mouth reaches down, his tongue swirling over my chest. I look down to watch him—to watch us. My nipples are wet with his kisses as he pushes my leg up higher, sliding in deeper and affording me a clear view of him as he drives into me at a punishing pace.
My hands dig into his hair as he pulls his head back to look at me.
“Have you dreamed of this as I have?” he asks, his voice raw. “Did you touch yourself and see my face? Did you imagine me filling you up?”
His fucking mouth. I’ll never get enough of it.
“Yes,” I tell him, thinking back to when I thought about him as I stood in front of the mirror. But my hands never would have done justice to what he’s actually capable of. “Simon,” I pant, turning fitfully into the column of his throat. He tilts his hips at a particular angle that rubs against my tingling clit. I jolt up, but he pushes me back down.
“Did I find somewhere special?” he asks. “What would happen if I touched that place again and again?”
His forehead lowers to rest on my shoulder, and I grip the back of his neck. He lets go of my leg and arches his back as he sinks in and out of me. I wrap my stretched-out limbs around him as I rock my hips in a deliberate circular motion that makes him shake. I close my eyes, but he nudges my cheek with his nose.
“Lily,” he says. My eyes shoot up to look at him. “Stay here with me.”
He starts to move faster, and the air around us feels more like steam, becoming almost unbreathable as the pressure stretches and builds. Simon pulls his head up and lets out a groan that’s almost a roar. He rushes forward, slamming into me over and over as he pulses inside me. I suck in a sharp, trembling gasp and clench down around him, shaking in earnest as the world disappears into a sea of white behind my eyes, carrying me off on an unending release.
Minutes later, I slowly feel myself coming back to earth. I’m sated and spent as Simon rests his head on my chest, which is only just starting to rise and fall at a calming rate. I stroke his hair as he settles his cheek against me.
“I don’t want to sleep,” he says, his lethargic tone already contradicting his words. “We can’t sleep.”
“We won’t,” I tell him. “Or if we do, just for a minute.”
When I wake up from a dream some time later, Simon is sitting on the edge of the bed beside me, pulling up his pants as he stands. I watch in silence as he ties them closed and slips his shirt on. When he turns to look at me, he seems happily surprised that I’m awake.
“Hello there,” he says.
I sit up on the mattress, holding my blanket over my breasts even though he’s now intimately aware of every inch of me.
He looks to the still-dark window before turning his gaze back to me. “I should go before it’s daylight.”
I nod in agreement. “You should.”
I expect him to go, but he doesn’t. He just keeps looking at me and sits back down on the edge of mattress. “I wish I didn’t have to.”
His voice is so genuine, his eyes soft—it makes me turn my own gaze away. “I know,” I tell him.
He reaches his hand out, tilting my chin up towards him as he kisses me. We’re both slow to pull back. “Are you always this beautiful when you wake?”
