Page 94 of The One I Hate
Then there’s his goofy side. The one that makes perfectly timed jokes to ease the mood. Or like right now, when he somehow knew I needed a sliver of levity.
And last but not least, his smartass side. Most days it drives me crazy. But Simon wouldn’t be Simon without it.
It’s part of who he is.
And I like who he is. I like him a whole lot.
I also like whatever he is doing right now with his tongue and fingers on my nipples.
“Oh! Oh, Simon… right there.”
He doesn’t let up, my words of encouragement only spurring him on as he gently twists one nipple while flicking my other with his tongue. His beard is lightly scratching against my skin, which only stokes the flames I’m feeling.
I run my fingers through Simon’s hair, my nails scratching his head before I pull slightly at his short curls. I feel him purr into my skin, and it might be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. It also makes him latch on more, sucking on me like if he doesn’t he might die.
Funny, I might die if I don’t have an orgasm in the next minute.
“Simon…please…”
My fingers are now digging into his scalp, begging him for more. “Ah!” I yell, throwing my hands back above my head as Simon’s mouth releases my nipple with a pop before he moves down my chest. I suck in a breath and tighten my eyes shut as he reaches my stomach. It’s soft and flabby, and we’re not going to start on the fupa. And that’s all before the baby belly.
Yet somehow, despite the intrusive thoughts and demeaning comments my brain is wrestling with, all I can feel is Simon’s gentle, yet heated mouth on my skin. It’s like he’s somehow kissing away each insecurity. Each negative word I’ve told myself over the years. I don’t know how he’s doing it, but I feel myself truly begin to relax.
“That’s it, Bug,” he says as he starts pulling down my leggings and panties, his mouth never leaving a piece of my skin. “Just feel.”
And I do. Somehow I do. I feel his expert tongue tracing circles on my stomach. I feel his fingers slowly sliding against my wet pussy. I feel my hands touching my own breasts, wanting any and all sensations I can have. I open my eyes to watch Simon, and just with a look, my body is an inferno.
I don’t know this feeling. It’s foreign and strange and exciting and amazing.
And I never want it to go away.
“Simon, please. I need you.”
I don’t have to wait long. With one last searing kiss to my stomach, Simon quickly stands, but only to strip off his pants and boxer briefs. His eyes stay glued to me as he crawls back into bed. It’s intense and powerful and…it’s because of me. Simon is looking at me like this. This isn’t something you can fake. This isn’t a few well-placed words with some empty promises.
This is hunger.
And Simon is starving.
For me.
He wants me. Not anyone else. After all these years, after our lives changing in the blink of an eye, the man wants me.
And I want him.
All of him.
I reach out, bringing him down on top of me in a heated kiss, only to roll him over on his back. His hands hold my face as I begin stroking his already hard cock. The groan he lets out only makes me go faster. Harder. Never in my life have I had this kind of effect on a man. And I must say, it’s addicting. Hearing the noises Simon is making, watching how his body reacts, it’s something I could get used to.
And it’s the only reason I do what I’m about to do.
Blowjobs have never been my thing. I’ve done them when needed to, but never have I felt the urge to give one just because. Or because I wanted to.
I guess you should never say never.
“Charlie…”
I peek up to see Simon now looking at me, his eyes wide and in wonder.
