Midnight Lips | Ghost

𝐂𝐇. 20

Simon swallowed loudly. His hands twitched closer to me, but he fisted them to stop them.

"I imagined that you came from behind me and took over my hands. But it was all an imagination, up until you were actually in the room with me. That's when I woke up."

"Oh."

"Yeah," I sighed. Fuck, my body was already trembling with anticipation and Simon hadn't even touched me properly yet.

"What do you think happened next?" Simon finally moved, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from my neck only to wrap his fingers around it. I forgot all about what he asked.

"What?"

"Your dream." He grasped my jaw and pushed it toward his face. His eyes were burning with heat, and I could feel the living proof pressing against my back, rock hard. Simon kissed my lips. "What would you have liked to happen next?"

I gulped. Did he seriously want me to describe what was next? Suddenly, I wasn't brave enough to do it. "Well... Next. What happened next? I think..." I stammered. Fuck. "I... I would have liked for you to... to do what I was imagining in my head while... I was touching myself."

"And that is?"

I swallowed again as his hand trailed down my neck to my chest, lingering right above the edge of my top. "My hips. You started at my hips."

Simon, as if it was a command, complied, placing his hands on either side of my hips. Right then, I understood what he had in mind.

"You stroked down my sides all the way to my thighs, and then you spread them apart." He did. "I was wearing a dressing gown then, you know?"

"Improvise."

"Okay." I closed my eyes and leaned back. This was the best thing ever, getting Simon to do what I had imagined last night. "You came back up to unbutton my jeans, and pulled the zipper down."

"Mmm, straight to the point, huh?" I could hear the smirk on his face through his voice.

"Yes. Damn you, you make me so eager."

He chuckled. "What now?"

"You slid your hand into my panties to find me—"

Our groans combined in the air. "Wet. Dripping wet."

"Simon." My hand shot out to grip something, something that seemed to be the back of his neck. "You—ah. I can't think of what's next."

"I'll take it from here."

Simon's fingers spread my folds apart as he rubbed my clit slowly. He groaned when he circled my opening. "You're so ready, baby."

"Mhm." Damn him.

Simon slipped a finger into me, replacing his finger on my clit with the palm of his hand. Then he added a second one, fucking me slowly. Though my pants were so tight he couldn't get his fingers out completely. But he curled them deep inside of me instead and it felt oh so good my hips buckled.

Simon groaned behind me, gripping my hips with his free hand to still me. That same hand slipped under my panties as well to rub my clit. Now he played me with both hands.

"You're such a good girl, taking my fingers so well," he praised, his voice whispering into my ear.

I could feel that electricity settling on my shoulders, ready to run down my back and go around my hips. I was right there, I just needed a little push.

I rolled my hips. I rode his fingers like a good girl. I could feel his hard length pressing against my back, and every time I rubbed my hips on it, I was getting closer to my downfall.