Behind the Scenes(94)

“This.” He launches himself at me, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me up. A second later, I’m flat on the bed, him hovering above me. He holds my wrists in his hands, stopping me from going anywhere, not that there’s anywhere in the whole world I would rather be.

He kisses me deep and continues to do so as he goes lower, licking and sucking down my neck and across my breasts. I close my eyes when he gets to my nipples. His mouth closes over one while his hand gently rolls the other one, pinching and releasing.

I sigh in pleasure, reflexively opening my legs to rest them against his outer thighs. He holds onto my wrists while he goes lower, kissing across my stomach. At my waist, he lets go and brings his hands to my hips. I hold my breath as he massages my thighs, spreading them wider while doing so.

His kiss against my swollen nub feels like velvet. Languidly, he runs his tongue down my folds then up, swirling it around and around in little circles. He takes his time, his tongue moving deep inside me, then two fingers.

I gasp from the sudden intensity of it all, and Simon slows down, making his touch even lighter and slower, his fingers twisting deep inside. My eyes fall shut, the darkness pulsating beneath my lids. Needing more, I arch into his mouth.

My entire body shakes with jolts of pleasure, each one coming on quicker than the last. My body tightens, each cell begging for release when his teeth graze my clit and I explode. I bite my lip to stifle the scream that wants to come and clutch onto the sheets in an effort to stay grounded. If I let go, I’ll fly into the atmosphere.

Simon crawls up my body, his breath sweeping its way up my shaking torso. He kisses me long and deep, each slow movement of our lips relaxing me even more. When he draws away, he reaches over to the little bedside table. The drawer opens and there’s the sound of crinkling. He’s on his knees on the bed, slipping a condom over his length. He crawls forward again, easing in between my legs as he does so, his eyes on my center, studying my sex until I squirm.

“You’re beautiful. All of you,” he says, moving until our lips connect again.

His arm snakes under my neck as he stretches out above me. His hard tip brushes against my folds, nudging at my entrance. I press my lips against his jaw and the stubble there scratches my skin, slightly itchy but therapeutic at the same time. He moves forward slightly, teasing me. My core is pounding and the need to have him inside of me becomes painful.

I clutch at his back, my fingernails digging into his skin. He grunts in response and nips my neck, his teeth sinking deep. Rolling my head to the side, I give him permission to do it again. He does and I’m crying out, responding to the mixture of pain and pleasure when he thrusts, entering me in balls deep. The pleasure comes in waves, matching our heavy breathing.

Everything below and above me is soft, the world delicious and perfect. Simon’s mouth against my ear is the sweetest part of it all, and I grab at his hair, his neck, his back… anything I can get my hands on.

He slips his hands under my hips and arches me up, joining us even closer, hitting a deeper spot inside of me. I gasp and hold on tighter. The light in the room is fading, or is that just me? Everything is blurring, losing all form as the ecstasy pools and collects. I explode again, my face pressed into his shoulder.

He nuzzles my neck, then surprises me by drawing back. Flipping me onto my stomach, he climbs on top of me and presses his mouth against my neck. Sweat drips down from him onto my back as he enters me again. I’m pressed tightly beneath him, with nothing to do but relinquish control and enjoy what’s happening as his fingers link with mine.

He adjusts angles and the familiar feeling is back, the tension and tightening of every cell. I cry out into the sheets as Simon’s thrusts grow more urgent, pounding me, taking me closer and closer to the edge.

“Yes, baby,” he growls as I come apart beneath him. Seconds later, he jerks deep inside of me as he finds his release. He’s gasping as he collapses onto my back, his face buried in my neck, his lips on my shoulder. With a last shudder, he slides off me.

Before I can even move, his arms slip around me and pull me close to his chest. We’re splayed out across the sheets, hot and spent. The familiar scent of him I love so much fills the air, its presence not only doubled but mixed with the smell of his sweat and our love making.

His hand trails up and down my arm, from my shoulder to my wrist then back up again. A thumb hooks under my chin and Simon turns my face to him. The kiss is deep and long, just the kind I’m already growing attached to.

*

It’s dark when I wake up, and I’m alone in the bedroom. The door is half cracked, and there’s a faint light coming from somewhere in the hall. Groggily, I roll over and search for my clothes. They’re not on the floor where I tossed them. Instead, they’re neatly folded and waiting for me at the foot of the bed.