Page 125 of Unhinged

I stare, and she says, “I know it’s only our first date…” She removes her plaid pants, and the matching underwear catches my attention. But what I notice most is the missing crotch. Are you kidding me? As I stare at them in awe now, Simone giggles. “Crotchless. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Mind? I’ve been mentally nailing you all night.”

Her blonde pussy teases the hell out of me, and I shove my jeans and underwear down, and my dick swings to attention. Simone glances at it and sucks in a noisy breath. “Damn, honey. Is that for me?”

“It’s all yours, Simone.”

“What are you going to do to me with it?” She bites her lip, and I think her cheeks turn pinker. I open my nightstand drawer to get a rubber and toss it on top. I then close the short distance between us. Though my dick is a barrier, I dig my hand into her hair as she stares up at me with a look I’ve never seen on her face before. It’s serious, sexy, and intense.

I whisper, “Make love to you.”

Simone’s eyes blink fast and rush all over my face. I pull her to the bed, and she lies down on the side where I sleep usually. My pillow will smell like her hair, and if I’m lucky, my bed like her orgasm. Though, I doubt my skill level to make her come every time. I’m basically the naïve high school kid with sex, pre-assault.

Simone lifts her head and looks around. “I need a towel under me.”

“It’s okay. You’re on the comforter. I won’t mind. You smell good all over.”

Her smile is still anxious as I tear open the package and put the rubber on because I don’t trust me not to get carried away. It’s so damn tempting to go without.

I get on the bed and climbing over her, I lie down in the middle of it. Her wet blonde pubic hair sticks out of her open underwear crotch. I would never have thought last year I’d be in bed with a hotter-than-hell blonde college co-ed and not Hadley. And married to her.

I pull Simone to me and kiss her while I drag my fingers over her abdomen. She giggles into our kiss, which makes me smile.

Simone’s hand goes to my hip, but I notice she hesitates before going straight for my dick, except where she went for it in my truck, surprising me. The basement incident didn’t just affect me in the past, but it’s now infected Simone, and I hate that even more. I stop kissing her to push her hand toward my hard-on. “It’s okay to touch me, you know. I prefer it.” I smirk, and she bites her lip and shifts her gaze, so I lift her chin. “What?”

Her concerned blue eyes fall to my lips as her hand falls from my dick. “I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage.”

“I know you’re not, but I wish you would.”

“I keep thinking of what I did to you in my bedroom, and it ruined everything. You saw me as one of them.” Simone’s eyes fill with tears, and I instantly feel like a douche.

“It all came crashing down on me. I blamed you, but it wasn’t your fault. I don’t see you like any of them.” I see you as…my wife.

“I triggered the memories. I hurt you. It set you back. I’ll never forgive myself.”

“You didn’t set me back because I never left.” Her frown is skeptical. I don’t want to lose my hard-on. I lean in and kiss her, picking up her hand again and wrapping her fingers around the base of my shaft, below the rubber, so I feel her skin to harden me more. She moves her fingers, and I go to her ear, whispering, “I want you on my dick so much, Simone. You’re all I think about.”

Her hand goes to my jaw, and her eyes return to mine. “I’ve wanted you since Baltimore. Become one with me.”

I lift myself up and look down at her beneath me. I push up her right cup until her tit springs free. When I take her stiff nipple into my mouth, it’s bigger on my tongue than the last time I did this. I growl as I suck, but Simone’s fast breaths make keeping her in my mouth more challenging. I use my hand to hold her tit still because I can’t get enough. I then move to the other one and barely get her tit out of her bra before it’s in my mouth.

“I love that, swizzle stick.” I roll her plumper nipple between my teeth and then suck. Simone pants, “I’m so wet and aching for you.”

I leave her tit to sit up, and she spreads her legs. Even though I don’t need to, I reach down between us to finger her. Simone raises her hips. She’s always eager to fuck. I pull them out and suck on them as I move over her. I then tongue her, making her taste herself as I feel my way and sink into her warm pussy.

Simone wraps her arms around my neck and holds onto me as our hips rise and fall together. Seeing her face with smudged makeup from crying, it’s mind-blowing how much Simone Garrison has changed my life. I lean closer as I slow my hips. “Simone, you’re the most beautiful woman.” Close to making a daring and maybe stupid confession, I pull out of her and drop to my back. Before Simone asks what I’m doing, I scoop her up and roll her on top of me.

She gasps and falters, straddling me. I don’t focus on anything but her. My experience in this position can burn in hell. I tug on her hips, and she whispers, “I don’t think I want to.”

“I’m okay.”

“But I’m not.” Shit.

“I won’t flip out or throw you off of me. I want this with you.”

“But your girlfriend…”

I pull her hand, so she falls forward. Our breaths battle as we stare into each other’s worried eyes. “You’re my wife. I need this with you, Simone. I want you to be the one to pull me through the darkness.”

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