Page 144 of Simon Says

“You’re okay?”

She nodded, and her gaze went to his dick as he rolled on the rubber. Simon pushed his jeans lower on his hips and stepped back up to her.

He cupped her face. “To do this, I’m going to be hard against you.” He moved his thumb over the corner of her mouth. “But I don’t want you to feel a single twinge of uneasiness. If you’d rather go to the bedroom—”

In answer, she looped her arms around his neck. “Just keep looking at me, please.”

Not a problem, since he loved watching lust twist her beautiful features. “Hold on.”

Once she’d tightened her arms around his neck, Simon hooked his arms behind her knees and lifted her. Surprise made her gasp. Her legs were wide open and she had no way to control him or herself; all she could do was hold on to him.

He positioned himself, looked into her eyes, and in one long firm push, drove himself into her as far as he could go.

She cried out, and squeezed him tighter.

He growled at the sensation of sinking into her, possessing her.

God, she felt good, so snug and wet and open. It took iron control for Simon to restrain himself. “Okay?”

Breathing hard, her eyes locked with his, Dakota whispered, “You’re so deep.”

And Simon lost it.

He kissed her again as he began the rhythm that’d put them both over the edge. He could feel her puckered nipples on his bare chest, heard the slap of flesh to flesh, felt her getting wetter, hotter, and he knew he wouldn’t last.

“Come for me, Dakota,” he rasped.“Now.”

She broke eye contact, arching her back and closing her eyes on a shattered moan. Her internal muscles gripped around him, squeezing in small spasms. Dakota heaved in his arms, forcing him to hold her tighter, nail her closer to the wall, and then he lost thought of everything but the awesome relief.

His legs quivered, barely keeping them both upright. With his face on her shoulder, he asked, “You okay?”

She swallowed twice before saying, “Yeah.”

He released one of her legs and flattened a hand to the wall. “Ready to stand?”

“No, but go ahead anyway.”

Levering himself away so he could see her face, Simon carefully let her other leg drop. From ribs to knees, they remained pressed tightly together, and Dakota whispered, “You’re still inside me.”

“Don’t.” He closed his eyes and struggled with himself. “Just be quiet.”

He sensed her smile when she said, “Okay, Simon.”

It took him another thirty seconds to gather himself enough to separate from her.

“That was…incredible.”

Emotion, sensation, and something else, all conspired to overwhelm him. “I said to be quiet.”

“Simon says, huh?” She ran her hands over his sweaty chest. “Well, I don’t think you’re in any position to give orders. You’re even shaking.” She kissed his shoulder, and when he glared at her, she kissed his mouth.

“I did all the work, woman.”

“Yeah. Thank you.”

Her eyes were vivid blue, her ponytail ruined, and her mouth looked swollen from his kisses. Simon couldn’t keep himself from cupping her face, kissing her again. But he did manage to swallow back melodramatic words that would be totally out of place, and said instead, “Do you think we could eat dinner now?”

“God, yeah. I’m starved.”

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