Page 123 of The One I Hate
And I am. I couldn’t take my eyes off him if I wanted to. He separates my legs just enough so he has access to my pussy, licking it from back to front as I watch in awe.
He’s not relenting. My legs are about to give out, but he’s holding onto me with such steadfastness I know I won’t fall.
And then there’s his tongue, which is taking whatever it wants, however it wants. My hands are pulling at his hair so hard it might come out. Yet it only seems to make him go harder. Faster. Further.
“Simon…”
My moan is only answered with him inserting a finger, now working in tandem with his tongue. I let go of his hair with one of my hands, needing more touch. I take my nipple between myfingers, rolling it around to get that perfect twinge of pain to accompany Simon’s pleasure.
It’s at that moment I take my eyes off him and look at myself. I’m naked. Flushed. My breathing is heavy, and my legs are weak.
But for maybe the first time in my life I look past that. I see a sensual woman who is taking in every ounce of pleasure from a man who is making it his life’s mission to satisfy me. I see a woman who wants to watch in the mirror as she takes his cock and screams his name.
That woman is me. I’m her.
And for the first time in maybe my life, I finally see what Simon does.
“Fuck me, Simon.” I say through heavy breaths. “Fuck me now.”
With one more lick, Simon comes up and leads me to the bed.
“No,” I say as he lays me back.
“I thought…”
I shake my head, rising up so I can kiss him, loving the taste of myself on his lips. “I want to watch.”
His eyes go back to that fire blue as he yanks off his pants. While I’m waiting, I position myself on all fours on my bed so I’m facing the mirror. I watch intently as he comes behind me, stroking himself before he leans down, his stomach to my back as he gently kisses my shoulder.
“Do you know how fucking hot you are right now?”
I nod. “I do.”
He smiles. “Good girl.”
With one kiss to my back Simon lines himself up and thrusts into me, making me close my eyes just from the sheer impact of his thick cock filling me to the brim.
“Eyes on me, Charlie.” I do as he says, locking eyes with the man who owns every inch of me right now. “Now watch.”
And I do. I watch as he drives in and out of me, passion, lust, and desire fueling every minute. I watch as his hand comes from holding my hips to grabbing onto each of my dangling tits. He’s squeezing hard, but I’m savoring the feeling.
He pinches one of my nipples, and it nearly sends me over the edge. I don’t want it to be over, but considering I can feel his eyes just as deep as I can feel his cock, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
“I love you, Charlie,” he says, his eyes locked with mine. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you,” I repeat, and not just because we’re in the throes of passion. Or because he said it. Because I do. I love this man. I love him so fucking much it hurts.
“Bug…” he cries out as his hands go back to my hips and gives them a squeeze. The slap on my ass is an added bonus.
“Yes, Simon! Yes!”
With a few more thrusts I come apart, and he’s not far behind. Our gazes finally unlock as he collapses onto me, both of us coming down from an orgasm that I felt in every cell of my body.
Eventually he rolls off me, but only to bring me into his arms, holding me like I might run away.
Which I get. I used to be a flight risk. Hell, there’s receipts of me doing that exact thing.
But that was then. This is now.
