Page 18 of Simon's Runaway Mate

I whipped my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. “Look familiar.”

“God, yes,” he crooned, reaching out and cupping me through the lace of my bra. His thumbs brushed back and forth over my nipples, and they ached for a firmer touch. Either his fingers or lips would do. I wasn’t picky at the moment.

“Simon,” I begged, and with a husky chuckle, he grasped my waist and lifted as he lowered his head and sucked me through the sheer material.

I clung to him, automatically wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding over his erection. He dropped one palm to cup my ass and help me rub against him. The other hand gripped my hair tight, tilting my head back. I reached back and unclasped my bra, needing to feel him skin-to-skin. He lifted his mouth to my neck as I twisted and tossed my bra away. Then he found my lips, taking me under, getting me so lost in his taste and the promise of pleasure that I didn’t realize I was naked until his fingers slid between my naked thighs, zeroing in on my needy clitoris.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured at my ear.

“Yes,” I agreed, wanting more, needing more. “I need you. Inside me. Please.”

With a groan, he carried me to the bed, dropping me then staying on his feet long enough to shuck his jeans. He was quickly back between my thighs, powering deep with one hard thrust. My nails sunk into his biceps as I urged him to move faster. I lifted my legs to clasp his hips and moaned as the change in angle allowed him to sink even deeper.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“Yes. Fuck me. Hard. Fuck me hard.”

I arched my head back on the pillow, moans of pleasure spilling unhindered from my lips. Nothing had ever made me feel as amazing as sex with Simon did. Mates. We were mates, though I still wasn’t completely sure what all that meant. It didn’t matter though. Simon was mine.

“You won’t leave me?”

“Never,” he vowed, lifting his head from my neck to meet my gaze. “We belong together. Mating is forever. This bite.” He licked over the spot, sending shivers coursing through me. “It marks you as mine and only mine.”

“I can’t mark you,” I whispered, and that fact was really starting to bother me. “I’m human.”

“It doesn’t matter, Cecilia.”

But it did to me. I wasn’t sure if I could break his skin, but I knew I could mark him. Leaning up, I picked my spot on his chest and licked over it. Once the taste hit my tongue, I couldn’t stop. I found my way to his nipple and took it in my mouth, sucking on him the way he did me. The groan he gave, as well as the shudder that went through him, let me know he liked it. I went wild, grabbing and rolling with him so that I was atop. I sat up, increasing his depth, and my breath caught in my lungs.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He reached up and pinched my nipples. “Ride me. Make me come.”

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest while I lifted up and down, grinding against him every time I lowered. As I found my rhythm, I sat up, holding my breasts in my hands, pinching and tugging my nipples. Simon held my waist, keeping me steady while I lost myself in the moment. I let my eyes close, leaving my nipples to run my fingers through my hair, lifting and tugging before shaking my head and letting it settle back around me. I moved faster, taking our love play to a gallop, riding closer and closer to the pleasure I knew awaited me.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my dick. Make yourself come all over me. Let me feel you clench around me. Take me with you.”

I moved faster and faster, in a punishing pace that had me gasping and crying out as orgasm approached. Then I felt pressure on my clitoris. A pinch and a tug. Simon’s wicked fingers drove my pleasure impossibly higher. It robbed me of thought, of anything that didn’t center on the euphoria filling me. I collapsed against his chest, shudders pulsing through me. Simon rolled us so he was on top again. He pounded into me, and I felt guilty for not helping him reach his own release. There was something I’d been planning to do before I got sidetracked with the taste of Simon. Taste. That was it.

I glanced up at him, found that spot on his chest that called to me, the one right above his left nipple. Over his heart. I grabbed his arms, using him to help pull myself up so I could lick that spot. I sucked it, knowing I was leaving a hickey, and still, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I bit down, unsure if I’d be able to leave a permanent mark as he had but needing to try. I bit hard and tasted blood on my lips. Simon groaned, one hand coming up to cup my head and hold me to his chest. I licked and sucked, feeling almost vampiric in my thirst for his blood.

Simon growled as he came, burying himself deep then holding there as he filled me up. Slowly, he pulled slightly back only to surge back in. Then again, and one final time before collapsing beside me, managing to maneuver us so he could stay buried.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered.

“We’re amazing,” he countered and closed his eyes.

I held those words close as I let myself drift toward sleep. We were amazing. Together. I wanted to believe we’d always be that way.

Chapter Seven

~Simon~

I woke up in the middle of the most erotic dream of my life only to realize it wasn’t a dream at all. That was Cecilia’s mouth moving on my cock. Her fingers gripping my shaft, making lazy strokes from the base up to meet her descending mouth.

“Mmm, baby. That feels amazing.”

Her warm gaze met mine, and my balls tightened as I watched her bobbing up and down on my cock. Her mouth tightened on the uptick, her suction remaining constant all the way to the tip. Then she’d loosen her lips as she swirled her way back down my shaft, only stopping when the head pushed toward her throat. God, it was heaven and hell all wrapped together. If she wasn’t careful, I’d be going off like a geyser in her mouth any minute.

“Why don’t you climb up here and have a seat instead?” I offered, ready to beg her if needed.

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