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Simon leans in. I can’t see him, but I feel his closeness, and then his lips press to mine. I kiss him back, but he keeps the slow pace, reconnecting us physically and giving me time to adjust to the onslaught of sensations.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in tighter, and only then does he deepen the kiss. His hand cups my jaw, guiding me to lift my chin, and he lays a line of kisses toward my ear. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he growls into my ear, and a shiver works its way down my spine.
I nod, and his hands trace up my legs, over my hips and ribs before he finds the zipper at my side. Carefully, he draws it down before running his hands up, sliding my dress off my shoulders and easing it down my body.
He brushes a gentle stroke over the globe of each breast, tracing the line where skin and lace meet, and whispers, “Beautiful.” Each touch is electric, leaving a line of tingles in the wake of his fingertips. By the time his hands reach my waist again, I’m almost shaking with desire.
“Please,” I whisper, although I’m not sure what I’m asking for. Just... more. “Please.”
Simon says nothing, or if he does, I can’t hear it over the soft music and its teasing, arousing pulse. Instead, he lifts my hips and slides my dress off, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He even slips my heels off and chuckles when I wiggle my toes.
He pushes on my shoulder, guiding me to lie back on the couch, placing a pillow beneath my head and arranging me carefully for comfort before sitting between my spread legs. My skin goes tight with goosebumps and my muscles twitch in anticipation of what’s to come. I feel vulnerable and hypersensitive and desperate for more.
I want him to hurry, get me to the point of no return quickly, but it seems like that’s not Simon’s style at all. He said he wanted to worship me, and already, I feel more revered than I ever have.
Suddenly... I feel it. The soft, almost feathery light touch of his lips on my upper stomach. I’ve never felt a more arousing touch in my entire life, and my head lolls. I’m not immune to insecurity, and typically, a man paying special attention to the curves of my stomach would not be high on my list of wants, but blinded, all those concerns slip away in the face of pure pleasure.
“Oh,” I moan, shuddering. I feel more than hear him hum in answer as he places soft kisses up to the skin between my breasts. He avoids the cups and my more sensitive flesh, then returns down to my belly button, dipping his tongue in and making me gasp. He continues, kissing lower to the waistband of my panties before pulling back.
Blinded, I can feel him hovering over me but can’t discern what he’s doing or where he’s going to touch me next. The anticipation is thrilling.
A moment later, I feel his lips on my thighs, so soft, so arousing that my knees and thighs part further of their own volition. “Aimes-tu?”
His voice burns with passion, with intensity and question, and I don’t know what he means... but I do know at the same time. “Yes,” I whimper, pressing my hips forward, urging him on. “Please, Simon.”
I can smell my arousal and feel my panties clinging to my skin. I should feel dirty, but all I feel is lust.
I can still see only black, but my mind fills in the image... Simon kneeling between my legs, his eyes fixed on my most intimate of places, him licking his lips hungrily.
Wanting that desperately, I arch my back, hooking my thumbs in my panties and pushing them off, drawing my knees up carefully so that I don’t kick him like I did his dog before sliding them off. They drop to the floor somewhere.
My knees are still high in the air when I feel him grasp the backs of my thighs, exposing me obscenely to his gaze. His fingertips are tight, squeezing and kneading the muscles he’s gripping. “You are lovely here too. I knew you would be. Are you as sweet as I dreamed?”
For a long moment I wait, trembling as I anticipate feeling his lips on my sacred place.
But it doesn’t happen right away. First, I feel Simon adjust his hold on my legs, freeing one hand. His finger touches me first, drawing smooth, slow lines through my folds and over my clit as though learning me.
I want to see him but don’t dare take off the makeshift blindfold. I let my hands find him, though, and I’m surprised to find the bare flesh of his shoulders. I don’t know when he took off his shirt, but I’m glad he did because his skin is warm and smooth, stretched taut over his muscles.
I open my mouth to say something, but all words, all thoughts are ripped from my brain as I feel him press his lips to my nether lips, French kissing me in a whole different way.
What can I say?
I fucking lose it. My hands lace into his hair and I hold him to me. I might never let him go if he keeps licking and sucking me the way he is.
Later, I might be ashamed by how easily I come, but right now, all I know is pleasure, and already on edge, I buck into his mouth. Simon fastens his lips around my clit and sucks hard, his tongue fluttering at the same time. It’s more than I can handle.
“Fuck, fuck...”
With my eyes already closed, I squeeze them tighter and see firework-like sparkles against the blackness as my body spasms.
“Yes,” he groans against my pussy, “so responsive.”
That is not something a man has ever said to me, especially not in bed. Or on a couch, as the case may be. It feels like he’s praising me for coming when he’s the one who got me there in record time.
“I’ve never... not that fast.” He presses a gentle kiss to my inner thigh, and I realize my honey must be coating his lips. The thought is sexy, and I want to taste myself on his lips. “Kiss me.”
He growls a little as he shifts up my body, ferociously kissing my mouth this time. His tongue is coated in my tangy juices, the combined earthy taste of us readying me for more. I run my nails down his bare chest, and he hisses, arching into my touch. “You like it rougher?” Simon rumbles, his voice gravelly.
