Page 81 of Unhinged

“Candi said you didn’t even kiss Simone?”

“Nope. And I won’t.”

“Wow, slick. No kissing or sex. Fake or not, she’s gonna leave your ass.”

“Like I’m leaving you right now? Fuck off, Monty.”

And now I’m here. For what? I don’t know, but she probably doesn’t want to be alone after Amos’s yipping earlier.

Simone sets her water and chips down on her nightstand, and after taking a drink, I set the glass and bowl on the other nightstand, on a pink coaster, no less. She then motions to the bed, still avoiding eye contact with me. “It’ll be awkward, but you’re still here, I guess.”

She lies down on her side, and I hesitate before getting on the bed with her so that we’re spooning but not touching. We lie together like this for fifteen minutes, not talking, eating, drinking, and barely breathing. We’re both acting weirder than usual, but it’s been like that since our fight after the party.

I sigh, and Simone asks, “What’s wrong? Do you want another TV show?”

Shaking my head, I scoot closer and put my arm around her. Her body stiffens, and her damp hair smells like berries and tickles my face. I whisper, “Why are you so quiet?”

Simone whispers back, “I don’t know.”

When she shifts, it exposes her neck more, and I can’t resist. Leaning closer, I drag my fingers over her cinnamon-scented skin, tickling her. Simone giggles, and it’s sounds so sweet that I laugh with her.

Simone then shifts to her back, looking up at me, and it’s not unexpected when she tries to tickle my neck too. When I don’t smile, she rolls her eyes. “Of course not.”

She tries again, and I smirk at her disappointment as I grab her hand. I return it to her side but don’t let go as her eyes dance with her giggles. Without makeup, the freckles on her glowing skin are on full display, and her blue eyes are bluer. Simone is…

Her smile dies since I’m staring at her. “What? Do you want to talk about softball? Or maybe squid?” She glances toward the TV, referring to the episode’s main ingredient.

Without looking away, I shake my head, overwhelmed with today and the sight before me. Simone’s lips part, and I let go of her hand, realizing I’m shaking. What the hell is my issue now?

Dropping my hand to her stomach, we stare at each other as I unbutton her shirt, slow and steady. As I move my hand to each button, her skin drags against mine. Hitting something, I find it’s a gold hoop naval piercing. Fuck, it’s hot. I don’t remember Simone having it the last time I saw her naked. But then again, I was so fucking blind to a lot.

I watch and feel her chest rising faster, and her nipples harden, making my dick stiffen more. When I undo the last button, her shirt falls open some, and I push it the rest of the way. Her tits welcome me, and I cup her left one. She whimpers but doesn’t take her eyes off mine. It’s like we’re hypnotized until I roll her nipple beneath my fingers and her eyes close. I lean down and suck as I lightly squeeze her tit to push more of it into my mouth.

I hear her lightly panting, and as I feed on her, I send my hand down to her shorts. Through them, I finger the outside of her crotch, feeling her hair beneath. I don’t just want this to be a hand job or fingering. I want it all.

When I push her waistband, Simone wriggles out of her shorts, taking her underwear. As she kicks them to the floor, my fingers instantly bury into her pubic hair to find the hot button. Though I’m flying blind. Still, she moans, and when I look back at her face, our eyes again latch onto each other. She bites her lip, and I lick mine.

Unable to hide it anymore, I whisper, “I want you, Simone. So goddamn much.” I think that’s the first time I’ve called her that since forever.

Her eyes light up and water, but she still doesn’t speak. Her hand goes to my T-shirt, and she shoves it upward. I stop fingering her to sit up and pull it off. Simone’s eyes nearly bug out of her head, but she’s still quiet.

I get off the bed, and as she removes her pajama top, I pull my wallet from my ass pocket and dig into it for one of two rubbers. I toss it onto the bed and then go for my belt as Simone watches me with wide eyes. When I push down my jeans, her eyes are on my dick, and with my voice hoarse, I pick up the condom and ask, “Would you put it on me?” I don’t want to mess this up like I thought I did with Shasta.

Simone nods and crawls over to me. I hold it up between two fingers, and she takes it. I watch her expertly remove and then unroll it. When I feel her skin on my dick, I moan. I wish I could feel it with her. Simone then returns to her side of the bed as I crawl after her. As she lies down, I creep over her, impatient yet unsure of what the fuck I’m doing.

Hovering over her, urgency yanks my dick as I look at her naked body beneath me. Simone is…

She whispers, “Are you okay? We don’t have to do this.”

The worried look on her face tugs at my heart. I lean closer and rub my nose against hers, and whisper, “You’re so beautiful, Simone. I need to be with you. I want this so fucking much.”

Her eyes are glassy again, and her voice is gruff. “I’m honored. I want you so much, Greg.” She hasn’t called me that since…forever too.

I drag my nose over hers as I move my dick to her open pussy. Simone raises her hips and says, “It’s okay. I’m ready for you, but there’s no hurry. Don’t be a fucking hero,” she says with a soft giggle. I’d make a smartass comment back, but I’m anxious I’ll screw up a screw. How damn ridiculous. I’m almost twenty-nine years old, and I fucked Shasta for a desperate escape. This time is different. But other than me fucking a pussy willingly, I can’t explain why this isn’t the same.

I move my hips with eager caution—if there’s such a thing. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, and I’m not talking physically. I’ve felt that. Being with Simone feels intimate, and I hate that word. Our fast breaths encourage me to push deeper until I can’t go further. I’m finally inside a woman because I want to be. Her body welcomes mine, and I stop holding my breath. She whimpers, “Greg, you fit inside me perfectly.” Simone clutches my ass as she lifts her hips more and then down again, almost showing me what I need to do. She always seems to have my back, and I know she cares. Simone is the kindest woman with sass for days. And I’m a douchebag for treating her like shit.

Simone holds herself at an angle as I thrust. As we fuck, her hands go to my hair, and the look in her eyes says things to me that I want to hear but find hard to believe. Neverthefuckingless, instead of rubbing my nose against hers again, I drop my lips to her mouth. She swiftly responds with a moan, which makes me pant. We kiss like we’re saying goodbye in quicksand. Our hips stop moving as we kiss. While holding myself up with my left hand on the mattress, I use my right hand to cup her cheek and dig my fingers into her hair. Simone’s hands go to the sides of my head. Even though sex with her is momentous for me, I’ve never kissed a woman with such fervor. With Hadley, I knew it meant nothing to her. But this kiss with Simone is dangerous because it means everything to me.

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