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“I love you, too.”
“Shhh.” He sits down next to my head and presses three fingers to my lips to silence me.
“I know you do, baby. And I respect and honor you in every way.” I only watch him, feeling confused and slightly anxious now.
“I know your life has been about controlling outcomes. Tonight, I want you to leave it entirely up to me. No touching yourself, no touching me. Let me show you that at times you can just be, and I can give you everything you need.”
My heart clenches as he speaks. This man. He speaks to my soul, his voice a honeyed balm to the cracks in it. I don’t even try to stop the tears that roll down my cheeks.
He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me. It starts so sweetly, our lips searching, our tongues tasting.
His hands cup my face as he moves to lie over me. His upper body’s weight borne by one of his forearms as he lays between my spread thighs.
As his hands move to my neck and he caresses my pendant, his kiss changes, his tongue stiffens, and his mouth opens over mine. This kiss is demanding and passionate, and I am swept away in its ardor.
Simon’s hand reaches my breasts and he thumbs my nipple, scraping the head with the edge of his blunt fingernail.
I moan as this sends a bolt of sensation straight from my nipple to my pussy.
His mouth leaves mine, and I feel the loss of it keenly.
“Simon, your mouth… I need it.” I whisper in a voice so strained with need I barely recognize it as mine.
“I’ll take care of you, baby.” And before I can even register his response, his mouth covers my left nipple while his hand continues to stroke my right one.
The heat of his mouth, the rough scrape of his tongue, the nip of teeth has worked me into a mindless frenzy.
My hips start to move, begging for attention to be paid to that part of my body, too.
I start to feel the frustration of my bindings. I want to run my hands over his head, I want to touch his cock, I want it in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass.
I want it everywhere.
Simon moves so he’s lying beside me. He takes my other nipple into his mouth while his hand moves between my legs. Without a single moment’s hesitation, he plunges two fingers inside of me, and I feel relief as his fingers stretch me.
He starts to fuck me, hard and fast, with his hand as his teeth bite down hard on my nipple.
“Simon,” I scream, as an orgasm I didn’t feel building rips through me. My hips jerk and my neck arches off the bed. Simon keeps my torso firmly held down as I come.
He pulls his fingers out of me and presses them to my lips for a second. My tongue darts out reflexively, and I taste the essence of myself his fingers left there.
He puts his fingers into his mouth and sucks them.
Our gazes lock as he reaches over to the bedside table and opens the drawer.
He opens the condom he grabbed and starts to roll it on.
For an instant, I think a thought I’ve had almost every single time we’ve had sex. Our lovemaking is almost wordless. Outside of our sounds of pleasure and encouragement, we don’t talk when we fuck. I love this so much. It has made every encounter we’ve had, whether it’s fast, quick, furious or gentle, feel like a communion.
He kneels between my legs again and takes his cock into his fist.
“I have been thinking about this moment since I saw you with that dress on.”
He bends over to kiss me and at the same time, he rubs his cock through my drenched pussy, rubbing my clit, teasing my lips before he enters me with one single thrust. It’s so strong the bed moves.
The entire bed.
Simon’s hand trails up my leg and he grabs my knee, forcing my pelvis to open widen. Then he starts to move. His strokes are slow at first, almost like he’s dancing to a very slow love song.
