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Every touch sent that spark that Simon mentioned earlier through my body and it was enough to light me on fire in a matter of seconds. Soon, from touching innocently, I ached for more. And I knew Simon did too, I could see it all in the way his breathing got heavier, his touches turned more intense, purposeful.
His fingers stroked my knuckles and massaged my scalp, every now and then brushing my cheeks and lips and jaw and nose and everywhere. I touched his arms, down his chest, his neck, but never went up to his face.
His face, what was it like? What could it be like? I pressed my eyes together trying not to go down that other road. God, I was losing my mind, and I wanted out out out.
I shivered against Simon's touch, and I knew he could feel it all against his fingertips when he buried his hands under my tank top and pressed me to his body, making me arch my back. I fisted his shirt, pulling him close as well, my mouth hovering over where his mouth might have been, and I whispered, "Take me out of my mind."
Simon sucked in a breath. "I don't think that's a good idea, Darling."
"Why not?"
"You're upset."
I pulled back to have a better look at his eyes. "The very reason why I want you to take me out of my mind."
Simon chuckled lightly. "You may regret it later. I don't want to take advantage of you."
"You're not taking advantage of me." I leaned in and did what I'd been wanting to do for a while now. I pressed my lips to the skin that was showing between the collar of his shirt and the end of his black mask. The same spot that had been teasing me from across the room.
Simon groaned low in his throat, the sound humming down my body straight to my core. He buried his fingers in my hair and pulled my head back. The grip was tight, and it surprised me how bad, very badly, it turned me on.
"Don't do that," he growled.
"Why not?"
"It makes me want to do bad things to you."
"Simon," I complained, playing with the buttons of his shirt. God, why was he being so stubborn? We both wanted each other. We both pretty much knew it. We had done it just last night. So what was stopping him?
The place we were in wasn't the most convenient one. Anyone could come around the corner and find us. But I didn't care. I just wanted him. He and his fingers on me and his dirty words in my ear.
I opened my mouth to say it, but Simon didn't let me. I yelped when he grabbed my hips and—as if I weighed nothing—placed me on his lap, turning me around so that I was facing the other way, my back pressed against his chest.
His voice was huskier, "All right, baby. You want anything? I'll give it to you. Let me take you out of your mind."
Yes. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed happily.
"Remember that dream you told me you had last night? The one that made you so warm and bothered you had to come to find me?"
"Mhm."
"Tell me more about it."
Was he serious? Of course, he was. How he rested his hands on his body instead of mine told me that he wouldn't do anything until I started talking. If this was his way of taking me out of my mind, I liked it.
My voice was shaky when I began, "I-I was in the kitchen of my apartment back in LA. I was hot too, same as when I appeared at your door, same as now. So I decided to make myself come while I thought of you."
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.
Simon grunted, shifting his hips toward me. "I can't wait to fuck this pretty, tight cunt. To feel it squeezing the living shit out of my cock."
Oh my—
That was all it took. I gasped as I came hard, all over his fingers, with his name coming out of my mouth. Too loud I had to put my hand over to muffle the sound. My body shook, and Simon kept going, riding me to the top of my high until the electricity traveled from between my thighs to the tip of my toes, and my body seemed to relax back on his chest.
He pulled his fingers out after a few breaths and showed me his index and middle fingers, which were filled with my juices. My core clenched, already missing those same fingers. Simon rubbed them together and brought them close to my mouth. "Open," he commanded.
And I complied, my lips parting for him to put those fingers in my mouth and make me taste myself. I met his eyes as I sucked on his fingers. It was raw, the dirtiest thing I'd done, and even though this was making me hotter by the second, Simon was the one panting. He wasn't getting anything in return, yet he seemed to be the one getting closer to an orgasm.
I couldn't leave him hanging like that again. Nope. It wasn't fair that he'd given me three orgasms now and got nothing in return.
His thumb dragged my bottom lip once he put his fingers out of my mouth. I got off his lap and sat on my knees beside him, and I placed my hand over his huge bulge. And oh fuck me, he really was huge and I hadn't even taken him out of his pants.
Yeah, that was it.
I can't wait for Simon to fuck me.
Simon sucked in a breath, throwing his head back. It was as if he lost reason just for a second, because suddenly he was letting me touch him. And just like that, he came back to his senses, putting his hand over mine and stilling my movements.
"No," he said breathlessly. I couldn't understand why he didn't want me to take care of him yet if his eyes told me he was a step away from putting me on my hands and knees.
"Please, let me."
"This was about you. Like last night."
"This is still about me, trust me." He hesitated, but I didn't let him think this through. I whispered, "I want to watch you come." And with that mere statement, Simon lost his own battle.
His hand loosened on top of mine, and with the help of my two hands, I opened his pants and zipper. My heart was in my throat when I wrapped my fingers around him and took him out of his pants.
Oh, he did not disappoint. His cock was thick and veiny, licking pre-cum. My hand looked very tiny wrapped around it. And it all made my mouth water. I couldn't believe I had that thought in my mind, but God, I can't wait to take him in my mouth.
I moved to bend down, ready to be his good girl and take him all, but he put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me. "Use your hand, I'm almost there."
I pouted and sank back on my knees.
I watched with enthusiasm how my hand pumped up and down his large shaft, spreading his pre-cum all over his pink head with my thumb. Simon groaned, his chest expanding and falling aggressively. I peeked into his face, his eyes were half closed, but he was still looking at me, and I loved this new expression in his eyes. Drowning, getting close to his high.
When I looked back down at his dick, looking incredibly delicious as I fucked it with my hand, I couldn't take it anymore. I bent down and put him in my mouth.
"Oh, bloody Jesus. Fuck, Valentina." Simon's hand shot out, but instead of pushing me away, his fingers dug into my hair. "Mmm."
I smiled around his cock, and then slid him deeper into my mouth to test how far I could take him. When the tip touched the back of my throat, there were still a few inches left that I had to use my hand to make up for it.
"A-ah." Simon moaned, the sound making me wet, and right then I realized I'd give anything to see Simon's whole facial expressions. Not going there again.
Simon's hips buckled. "Fuck, Val, your mouth feels so good."
I slipped him out of my mouth with a pop sound, and glanced up at him, meeting his heavy eyes. I smiled, not a trace of judgment when I said, "You're being loud."
Simon sighed happily. "I can't help it. Your mouth feels like heaven, baby."
"I like it."
"What?" he teased.
"The sounds you make... and your cock."
He brushed my lips. "Good girl."
I resumed my work, bending down to lick from the base to his tip, tasting his sweet pre-cum. I hummed in approval. Goddamn, I never liked giving blowjobs before, but with Simon's dick, tasting like candy, making me hungry for more, I really thanked blowjobs for existing.
Simon gathered my hair into a ponytail, pushing it away from my way. "I'm close," he grunted.
I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked while pumping his shaft up and down and cupping his soft balls with my other hand. Simon let out some profanities, then my name, before his body shivered and he came into my mouth.
I wanted to drag his orgasm, so I moved up and down and tried to swallow around him. When Simon's body relaxed, I dared to take him out of my mouth.
His eyes were closed, his breathing heavy. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and dreamily observed him.
Even with his face covered, Simon was the hottest man I'd ever laid my eyes on and getting to have him like this made my insides squeeze. I wanted more of these moments, and I was so glad this was just getting started.
Simon finally opened his eyes, and they met mine. He smiled (by now I could already tell) at me, then brushed my lips in a tender kiss. "Am I dreaming?"
I shook my head and somehow blushed.
"Come here." He cupped the back of my head and pulled me close, burying his head in my neck and inhaling deeply. "I'm afraid you've just created a monster."
I giggled. "What do you mean?"
Simon pulled back and met my eyes. "You'll see later."
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