Page 134 of Simon Says

“Yeah, honey?”

“Turn the shower off.”

He smiled, brought them both to their feet, and turned off the water.

“I like mounting you,” Dakota whispered as she lowered herself over him. “It’s much more fun than when I’m sparring.”

Lying flat on his back in the bed, Simon held her hips, keeping her on her knees. Her nipples were tightly puckered, her skin flushed.

He knew he wanted to grow old seeing Dakota just like this.

She’d towel-dried her hair, but it was still damp, hanging in long, tangled clumps around her proud shoulders. The faded bruises on her forehead and cheek didn’t detract from her feminine features, especially when need softened her blue eyes and fast, shallow breaths parted her lush lips.

He loved her. He knew it. And he didn’t give a damn if it hadn’t been long enough yet. “I hope you wore more clothes when you mounted the guys at the gym.”

“Yeah.” Her eyes closed and she braced her hands on his chest. “Lots of clothes.” Her eyes opened again and she stared down at him. “But it wouldn’t have mattered because none of them are you, and they don’t even come close to making me feel the way you do.”

She’d closed the curtains, but every lamp glowed in the room. Simon could see the scars of her past, the scars that had kept her from feeling anything sexual for far too long. Already, he wore a condom. He didn’t want to take chances with her future, a future she had to decide.

“For my peace of mind, whether it matters or not, keep on wearing clothes, okay?”

She started to laugh, but as Simon worked two fingers into her, she gasped instead. He felt the bite of her nails on his pecs and said, “Easy, honey. I just want to make sure you’re ready.”

She pressed herself against his hand, driving his fingers deeper. “More than ready.”

Yeah, she was wet and hot, swollen and soft.Ready. Pulse racing, Simon pulled his fingers away and guided her onto him. Her small, anxious sounds of excitement filled his head. He watched as, slowly, his cock pushed past her pink lips, as her thigh muscles flexed and her belly drew tight. Little by little, he sank in—and it was such a turn-on that he had to fight to hold back another release.

Clasping her knees, Simon opened her legs more, then reached down and touched her where she joined with him. She gasped again.

“So tight, Dakota. But nice and wet.”

Moaning, she leaned closer to his chest, but that wasn’t what Simon wanted. He took her shoulders and held her away. After a deep breath, he said, “Sit up, honey.”

She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Yeah, you can. Do it.”

She sucked in several shaky breaths, and drew herself upright by small degrees. Simon watched her face, relishing each nuance of sensation as he went deeper, filling her more, possessing her completely.

“Lean back on my knees.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she did as he asked, and the position arched her back, offering her breasts to him. She bit her lip on a whimper.

He loved it. Strong, capable Dakota, reduced to burning need. He could spend his every free moment loving her like this. “You are beautiful, Dakota.”

She said nothing.

Simon kept one hand between her legs, gliding a fingertip over her turgid clitoris, and with the other he took turns working her nipples, tormenting each in turn until Dakota trembled with near desperation.

“Do you like the feel of me filling you?”

She nodded, gave a small sob, and to Simon’s shock, she came again. He’d been so involved in enjoying her that he hadn’t realized she was so close. He felt her inner muscles milking him, clasping and squeezing in undulating waves, and he lost his tenuous hold on control.

Grabbing her hips, he lifted into her.

She cried out. Then cried out again, and again in time to his thrusts, each sweet sound of release rising as her orgasm took her, pushing him that much closer. He drove into her one last time and came, his mind and body totally spent.

When Dakota slumped down against his chest, Simon clamped her to him. He groaned at the overwhelming sense of it all, and felt Dakota idly stroking his chest.

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