Page 86 of The Close-Up
“Wait,” I say before his head hits the sheets. “Can you take that off first?” I wave my index finger along the length of his body.
He grins, then reaches both of his hands for the collar of his shirt. He unbuttons the top buttons, then tugs his shirt off from the back of his neck, a delicious move that all guys seem to know.
“I just don’t think I should be the only naked one,” I say softly.
When he stands up, presumably to take off his pants, he still wears that clever smile on his lips. “Fair point,” he says before running his thumbs along the waistline of his trousers. “Help me?”
I bite my lip, steadying as I reach my hands to his belt. It’s a hot second before it’s on the floor. It only takes another second for me to unbutton and unzip his pants. Soon they’re on the floor too.
His hands find my hips once more after he steps out of his trousers and boxers and bends down to remove his socks.
Before he’s back up again, he stops between my legs. I gasp when his tongue steals another long kiss. The pressure and pleasure compound, climbing all the way up to my chest. The sensation is a squeeze to my lungs, preventing me from taking a proper breath. It builds and builds until once again my legs are rubber and my knees are no more.
I tug his head away with both my hands gripping his hair, gasping and moaning.
“Sorry.” The way his eyes glimmer when he gazes at me tells me he’s not the least bit sorry. “Couldn’t resist.”
I give him a playful shove and he falls back on the bed, sliding all the way up so that his head rests at the edge. Now it’s my turn to indulge in a distraction. Because as I stand before him, I’m given a perfect view of his length.
My jaw drops. Then I’m smiling. It seems that in Simon’s case, the camera does not lie. He is just as impressive in person as he is in every video I’ve ever watched him in.
He’s lying parallel to the pillows and he bucks his hips, which snaps me out of my moment of extended and unashamed gawking.
He wags an eyebrow at me. “Do I have to beg to get you over here? Because I’m definitely willing to do that.”
“I was just...admiring the view.”
Grinning is all I can do after that admission. Then I begin the slow crawl up his body. I start by straddling myself over his waist, relishing the feel of his smooth, warm, thick skin against the backs of my thighs.
When I catch myself softly moaning, I can’t help but blush. “Sorry,” I mutter, barely able to look at him. “It’s just...you feel so good against me.”
The smile he gives me is tender and confident. “Don’t ever be sorry for putting your body on me, Naomi.”
He leans up and grabs my arms to gently lead me up to his face.
“Is this okay?” I ask, my stomach flipping once more. “I—I don’t want to hurt you.”
The rumble of his laugh tickles my thighs. I almost buckle and collapse on his head at the orgasmic feel.
“You won’t. This is my favorite. Don’t worry about me. Just let go and enjoy.”
With those words of reassurance, he presses his tongue against me once more. Pleasure shoots from between my legs to every inch of my body. I thought it would be hard to keep myself steady and balanced on his face while writhing, but Simon’s impressively strong arms have got me securely by the waist once more. And it’s a good thing because without the support, I suspect I’d topple over on the bed.
I try to stay steady and together, I really do. To fall apart this fast, to come undone so soon, to shudder uncontrollably while making all these feral noises is just the tiniest bit embarrassing. It’s our first time together. Part of me wants Simon to work for it a bit.
But in a way, he has. All those times I’ve watched him on camera and pleasured myself right along with him were a sort of long-game foreplay. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever get to be with Simon for real. But that’s part of what makes this moment all the more unreal and mind-blowingly hot. This moment on this bed with Simon was years in the making—I just didn’t realize it at the time.
His mouth and tongue move faster, as if I weigh nothing at all. The ease at which he moves, the lust that’s dilating his golden eyes turns me on even more. But I can’t look at him for longer than a few seconds. If I do, my head will explode. It’s too much lust and desire for one human being to absorb in a single moment.
Inside, everything builds. Everything is hot. The pressure, my panting, my racing heart, the throb between my legs that’s now pulsing so hard, I can barely take it. I’m an explosion, aching for that first spark to ignite so I can combust already. Soon I’m grinding against Simon’s tongue and the whole of his face, not the least bit worried about how I look or sound. Because it feels too fucking good to care about anything else.
Then finally, the spark hits. It starts from where his mouth touches that spot between my thighs and rumbles like a crack of thunder, leveling me from limb to limb. I’m trembling, panting, and shouting. One hand fists his hair to keep myself steady while the other hand grabs at the wall. Simon’s still got me by the waist as the thrashing weakens with each passing second.
And then he lowers me down to lie beside him. I roll to my side, chest heaving, and wait a second before I can finally speak.
“Simon... You... That...”
He flashes another heart-melting grin at me before wiping his mouth with his forearm. Then he sits up, straddles me, and pulls my body flush with his.
