Page 85 of The Close-Up
Simon leans back, clearly confused.
“My STD test came back clean, I mean.” I try to laugh off the absolutely ridiculous way I chose to bring that up. But I can’t help it. My brain is mush with arousal. “So, um...we’re good to go.”
“Yay,” he rasps before lowering his lips to my stomach once more. “Can I ask you a question?” he says, his mouth against my belly button, his breath wetting my skin.
“Yes. Anything,” I whine.
“That day...when I saw you in the bathtub with your vibrator. What were you thinking of?”
My eyes fly open at the boldness of his question. For a minute I contemplate lying, but what’s the use? Being honest up until this point has gotten me quite the reward. I may as well keep it up.
I glance down at the top of his head, glad that I don’t have to look him in the eye when I admit this.
“Promise you won’t think I’m a loser if I tell you?”
“Promise,” he says before giving me another kiss, this time just below my right hip.
“Okay, um. Here’s the thing.” I take a breath, steadying myself by digging my fingers into the thickness of his shoulder. “I was going through comments on one of the Simply Simon videos, and someone linked to an old camming video. I didn’t realize what it was at first when I clicked on it, but then...um, when I did... I just...it turned me on so much. I tried to ignore it and keep working, but then I saw you working out in the backyard, all shirtless and sweaty and grunting. I couldn’t help it. I had to do something about it.”
My heart races as I admit this to Simon. I trail off just as he glances up at me, eyes shining bright and a smile that’s downright devilish on his face.
“I was hoping you’d say that. That you were thinking of me, I mean.”
“Really?”
He nods before turning back to my midriff and gently scraping his teeth against my skin. “You were so hot that day, Naomi.”
My breath catches as he runs his fingertips gently up my back. It’s so light, like feathers touching my skin. It sends goose bumps everywhere.
He leans back so I can see his face fully. Just then he runs his nails gently up and down my back. Every single pulse point inside me throbs. My head falls back at how surprisingly pleasurable this sensation is. Just the smooth movement of his hands has me panting.
“You were so, so sexy. There you were, all wet, your hair was messy, your legs were splayed out. You had that cute pink vibrator pressed against your pussy.” His jaw tenses when he stops speaking, like he’s reliving the memory in his mind and it’s taking everything in him to keep it under control while he recounts it to me. “You have no idea just how badly I wanted you to be thinking about me in that moment. To know I got you that hot is the biggest turn-on.”
He pauses once more to direct his gaze to me. And then he runs his hands up my chest and starts massaging my breasts. With his fingers, he teases my nipples. I gasp at the sensitive feel of his rough, thick skin teasing my soft skin.
“I was absolutely turned on by you,” I say before my breath catches. “I wanted you so bad then. Just like I do now.”
With those words, he pushes the robe from my body and just as it falls to the floor, he lowers his face between my legs.
I don’t even have time to think before it happens. In an instant, Simon’s tongue is between my thighs, teasing me. My knees buckle.
“Shit,” I yelp with a gasp.
He lets out what sounds like a low groan. All I can do is claw at his scalp with my bare hands in an attempt to hold on while ecstasy claims my body. Another long lap, another firm press of his soft, wet, warm tongue.
It’s not even one minute before my legs turn to complete jelly. I don’t have a snowflake’s chance in hell of holding myself up, but when I try to open my mouth and tell Simon this, all that comes out is another gasp. Then another yell. Then another moan.
Soon I’m doubled over, clawing at his shirt. I’ve yanked it halfway up his back before he pulls away from me.
With his hands cupping my hips, he sits up straight.
“Sorry, I...” With one hand on his shoulder to steady myself on wobbly legs, I use the other to tuck away a chunk of my hair. “I just...it’s hard for me to stay standing when you’re doing that,” I finally say.
“Sit on my face instead?” he asks without missing a beat.
Even though I can’t see my own expression, I know without a doubt that I’m sporting the cheesiest grin possible. Because evidently Simon is on the same page as me. I would have asked him to do that had I been brave enough when we started all this minutes ago, if my nerves hadn’t completely overrun me.
But I shove away the momentary regret as I watch Simon lie back against the bed.
