If that feels great, imagine what he’s going to say in just a second.
Eager to find out, I lower my mouth around him and take him as deep as I can.
“Holy fuck, fuck,” he says and although it might not be the sexiest terminology in the world, his lack of word choice turns me on. This is a man who makes money off writing thousands of words a day, and here I am, making him forget every single one of those words with just my mouth.
My hand pumps in rhythm with my mouth. If my lips go down, my hand goes up. Over and over, and the curse words falling from Simon’s mouth are all the motivation I need to keep going even after my jaw starts to hurt, and I feel as if I’m going to get lockjaw from sucking so hard.
“If you don’t stop now, I’m going to come all down your throat, Greer,” he practically growls.
It only makes me work faster.
“Greer.” He groans and then I feel the hotness of his orgasm slide down my throat. I swallow quickly, licking him clean before I sit up to find him watching me with wide eyes.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks.
I laugh. “Um, a blowjob?”
“Fucking hell, Greer.”
I love how he says my name.
“Was that your first blow job?” Why else would he ask me that?
His deep laugh is addicting.
“Christ, no, but I sure as hell haven’t ever had one that had me coming in less than five minutes. That was the world’s best blow job.”
I smile and lean back. “Too bad it’s called a blow job. Talk about a mood killer with just a couple of words. I think the words sound ickier than the deed itself.”
Simon crawls over me, capturing my mouth in a kiss.
Fun fact, kissing Simon is one of my new favorite things to do.
“Are you telling me that if I reached between your legs right now, you wouldn’t be turned on by what you just said to me?”
I hold my finger up. “I did not say that.”
He grins and then does exactly as he said, reaching between my legs.
“Jesus, I’d say thatreallyturned you on.”
“You have no idea,” I say and grab him to kiss me again.
He settles between my legs, one hand reaching off the bed to my nightstand to grab a condom. We’d gone through the two in his wallet last night and had to break into the stash I have in my nightstand. Safe sex is never something to be messed with, and right now, I’m grateful that I always like to be prepared. I’m on the pill, but I have a feeling that wouldn’t matter to Simon. After what he admitted to me yesterday, as much as I’d love to feel him bare, I won’t put that stress on him.
He rolls it on and slips inside me.
It’s like the first time all over again, and I have to remember to breathe, remind myself to come back down to earth.
He peppers kisses against my neck, trailing down to my chest. His hips move at a slow, deep pace. I reach behind him to wrap my hands against this firm butt, as if I’m helping him with his thrusts so that he can get deeper and deeper.
“Simon,” I moan as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it for just a moment before letting it go with a pop and blowing on it. After he repeats that on the other side, I find myself shattering underneath him, happily ruined for any man who tries to come after him.
Simon’s release arrives in the middle of mine, and together we chase the high of being together.
I want to live in this moment forever.
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