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He grins and shakes his head, wiping his hand through it to get rid of the silly styling and tilting his neck to rinse himself of the suds. Simon wipes his eyes and focuses back on me. He washes the rest of the conditioner from my hair and puts the shower head onto its hook.
Simon foams up some soap in his hands and steps toward me, starting at my collarbones and caressing his touch over my shoulders, paying special attention to each bump and bruise, and cut on my body. “We have similar scars.” He hovers his finger along the one on my chest and grabs my hand to feel the subtle one on his, right above his heart, where I had tried to stab him.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him.
“I’m not.” He goes back to work cleaning me and there isn't a spot he doesn't cover, even going so far as to kneel before me and prop one of my feet onto his leg so he can get every inch of me. He wets his hands and applies a little bit of soap to rub over my thighs and inches toward my center. He stares up at me as he trails his fingers over my folds and tilts me toward the water.
I clutch his face in my hands and drag him up toward me, my mouth finding his within seconds. "Take me to bed," I breathe into him. "Please."
Simon rinses the rest of the suds from us and shuts off the water. He reaches for a towel but I stop him, grabbing his arm and turning him toward me. As if he reads my mind, he picks me up like he had done earlier, only this time we're soaked and completely nude.
I kiss him again and wrap myself around him on our way to the bedroom.
He lowers me onto the mattress carefully and lays me back. “Love, are you sure?”
I reach down and grip his cock in my hand, finally getting a look at what he’s working with. I swallow and glance up at him. “I’m sure.”
Simon cages me in, his hands on both sides of my head. He melds his mouth onto mine and kisses me with a fever that he’s never done before. He drags his lips down my neck, sucking and licking my tender skin. Grazing one hand down my chest, he settles his grip on his shaft as he slides it along my entrance.
He positions himself in place and stares into my eyes. “Have you changed your mind?”
“In the twelve seconds since you last confirmed my consent?” I sigh. “No.” I inch toward him and latch onto his waist, shoving him into me.
Simon moans when his cock barely penetrates me and continues to enter my eager hole ever so slowly.
“Fuck,” I blurt out, his girth stretching me wider.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I breathe. “Not at all.”
He picks up his pace, filling me even more. “You feel even better than I thought you would, love.”
“Was it worth the wait?” I ask him, my hands dragging him into me.
He leans down, his face hovering above mine. “Without a doubt.” Simon drags his thumb over my bottom lip, tugging it down. “Open up.” He stares right into my eyes as he spits into my mouth, and if I thought something else was the hottest thing someone had ever done, I was sorely fucking mistaken.
No, Simon fucking Beckett spitting in my mouth definitely tops the list.
I clench around him, my orgasm nearing closer by the second.
“Together?” He asks me.
I smile up at him and drag him onto my lips. “Together.” I swirl my tongue over his and he pumps into me harder, his climax filling me and mine happening in tandem. I tremble in his grasp and he remains inside me long after both of us have stopped shuddering.
“God damn, I love you, June.” He pecks my lips, my nose, my forehead. “So fucking much.”
“Hello,” a voice calls out from downstairs.
I blink up at him. “Was that Magnus?”
“Yeah.” He chuckles.
I crane my head toward the door. “We’re upstairs,” I yell out.
“Are you guys decent?” Magnus hollers back.
“No,” I tell him truthfully.
