Helaughed, which was so unfair. I was suffering.
I made an unhappy sound, rolling my hips in protest, fucking myself on his fingers. I wanted,neededmore, and I needed it now, and he was teasing me.
He was beingcarefulwith me. Of course he was. He was Simon.
He cared about me.
“Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this,” he murmured. My eyes were screwed shut, but the smile in his voice sent a shiver of want rippling through me. He was unfairly sexy.
Worse, he was right. Complaining though I was, Ilovedthis. I loved the way his body felt against mine, the warmth of it seeping into me, how satisfying it was to tighten my thighs around it. I loved the knowledge that it wasSimon’sbody, his gentle hands, one stroking my leg, the other four inches inside me.
I huffed against his cheek, mouthing my way down to his jaw. He tasted good, too, the salt of clean skin, and the texture of his evening stubble under my tongue made me shiver with lust again. I wanted my mouth on every inch of him, I wanted us to touch everywhere we possibly could, I wantedmoreand I wanted itnow.
“I’m enjoying it,” I admitted. “But if you don’t fuck me soon, I willdie. You don’t want that on your conscience.”
Simon snorted. “I don’t,” he allowed, twisting his wrist in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids, a jolt of pleasure making me whimper against his neck. He’d figured out exactly how to touch me within the first two minutes and was taking advantage.
It wasn’t acompletelynew experience, but not everyone I’d dated had cared to bother. Not like Simon did, like it’d been his first priority. Item one on the sex to-do list,make Theo whimper.
“Okay,” he said, rocking his fingers in and out one last time. I shuddered as they slipped out, gasping at the sudden empty feeling, squirming to find what I really wanted.
Simon shushed me, moved his hand to my butt, and pulled my cheeks apart with his fingers. For a second I felt intensely, breathtakingly exposed. Then the blunt head of his cock, slick and searing hot, nestled against my entrance.
I bit my lip, picturing what that’d look like. Simon’s hand on me, his cock about to shove inside, stretch me open, fill me up.
I was going to be jerking off tothatimage for months. Years, maybe.
“Ready?” Simon asked.
Instead of giving him an answer, I pushed myself up, wriggled back, and let gravity take over.
Ohfucksogood. Perfect. Fuck.
Someone was moaning, and it took me a second to realize it wasme, the sound clawing up my throat as I sank down on Simon’s cock. I’d been right, I’d beensoright. I shuddered though thestretch, just short of a burn, and didn’t stop until my butt connected with his hips and I couldn’t go any further.
Eyes still closed, I curled my fingers around his shoulders and breathed through my nose, overwhelmed. This wastoomuch,toogood, a riot of pleasure and feelings andSimon, inside me, finally.
“Okay?” Simon asked, a little out of breath himself. I hoped he felt at least half as good about this as I did.
“So okay,” I breathed, wriggling on top of him. My cock throbbed as the delicious curve in his pressed against a sensitive spot inside me. “Never better.”
For a handful of heartbeats, we were both still. Then, Simon’s hands ran up my thighs, warm and soothing. I hadn’t realized how tense they were until they relaxed under his touch, and my body sank the tiniest bit closer to his.
I laughed, biting my lip as the movement made him shift inside me and set off another spike of pleasure. I wasnevergoing to recover from this.
Which meant I had to make the most of it.
“You feel good,” I murmured, shifting my grip on his shoulders.
Simon beamed up at me, eyes crinkling at the corners. He was so unfairly, unbelievablyhot. Everything about him was warm and appealing and I wanted as much of it as I could have.
I bent down to kiss him, breath hitching at the change of angle before our lips met. His fingers tightened around my hips, a light squeeze that sent another shiver running through me, the rough, dry pads of his fingers dragging pleasurably against the sensitive skin.
Humming into his mouth, I let my eyes fall closed as I rocked my hips. Slow, at first. Careful, shallow movements, not even enough to make the mattress creak under us. My cock rubbed against his stomach, smearing precome in his treasure trail, and my hips sped up automatically, body torn between chasing that friction and being fucked as deeply as I could manage.
Simon made a tiny sound of pleasure against my lips, squeezing again, firmer this time. He shifted, thighs parting under me, hips rising to meet mine. Just a few fractions of an inch, so gentle I’d have to object if he didn’t get alittlemore enthusiastic.
I moaned into his mouth as I rolled my hips again, harder this time, deeper, then again, and again, building up a steady rhythm between us.
