Page 93 of The Close-Up
As soon as Simon’s tongue is on me, I’m shouting. The pleasure amps up to a thousand. It’s all because of his tongue. That magical tongue that somehow instinctively knows how to play my lady parts like a fiddle.
My jaw falls open and I howl, then pant, then howl again. Inside, every muscle of mine is tensing, is winding up to endure the mind-blowing orgasm that’s inching closer by the second.
I try making it last by counting the seconds. The heat builds anyway. I can feel it from the tips of my toes all the way to the top of my head. I try tugging a hand through his hair. That only makes him groan and flick his tongue faster.
When heat and pleasure collide, my entire body breaks. I’ve never been more ecstatic to lose a battle of wills. Climax thunders through me, taking my limbs and muscles and breath and brain with it. My entire being disintegrates into just noises and movements. I thrash and convulse and moan and groan. I wrap my legs around his head, then yell his name. He seems to like my positively wild and dirty response a fair bit because he lets out the most delicious, approving groan.
Finally, when my body eases and I stop shouting, I fall back against the bed. I can barely lift my arm to wipe the beads of sweat on my forehead. I roll to the side so I can get a better view of Simon, who’s still staring at me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I quietly admire how messy his hair is after I spent the last several seconds tugging at it.
I gesture at his head. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t fret about it.” He climbs up onto the bed and moves me so I’m on my back. I zero in on his impressive length. He kneels between my legs before reaching for his wallet, which is sitting on the nightstand. Then he pulls out a condom. Still grinning, I blink up at him as he rips open the wrapper with his teeth.
I let out a growl-like noise. “That’s such a caveman move. I like.”
He winks at me, slides it on, and positions me flush with his body. Then he leans down, shrouding my body with his. I reach my arms around his neck, suddenly aware of how heavy and tired my body feels.
“I hope it’s okay with you if I just lie here. Your stellar sex toy-mouth combo skills really took it out of me.”
He grins wide, seemingly unfazed at what I’ve said.
He slides in, that delicious full feeling claiming me from the inside out. My skin tingles at the slow, deliberate rhythm he employs.
“Do you have the energy to dig your nails in my back and wrap your legs around my waist while I do this over and over?” he asks.
“Mmm yes.” I groan, my head pressing into the mattress.
He kisses me, then picks up the pace. My legs tighten like a vise around him; so do my hands. He leans down to suck on the side of my neck. My eyes roll back as my body instinctively moves the way he requested: my nails drag up and down his back while I steady myself with my legs wrapped around him. Stars cloud my vision as the intensity picks up.
He leans up and grins at me. “Then we’re all good.”
Chapter Nineteen
Simon slips his arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling the side of my neck as we stand together at the stove in his kitchen. Closing my eyes, I hum and smile. That’s my body’s go-to response after spending this past month holed up in his apartment with him. We’ve been out to go to work, of course, but other than that, it’s been sexy times galore for us.
Tonight we’re taking our requisite break to cook dinner. When he trails kisses along the side of my neck, goose bumps flash across my skin. I start to giggle, but then he pulls away.
I make a pouty face, but Simon gestures to the pot on the stove.
“The pasta water’s about to boil over,” he says before stirring it with a wooden spoon.
I bite my lip at the scene in front of me: a very handsome and sweet man who also happens to be a sex god is cooking dinner for me. I still can’t get over it.
Just then my phone rings. It’s my mom.
“Hi,anak! We’re all so excited to see you tomorrow!”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes, tomorrow. We’re having a welcome party for Auntie Gigi, remember?”
“Oh. Right.” The important family event planned months ago fades back into my mental focus. Auntie Gigi is Mom’s cousin from the Philippines, and she’s visiting for two months with her husband, Uncle Reuben, to catch up with our family in California.
“Of course, yes. I can’t wait.”
Mom goes on about what she’s planning to cook for the gathering while I mute myself and look over at Simon.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
