Page 16 of What the Doctor Ordered
Simon deposited me on the bed with surprising gentleness before he started to make short work of his clothes, efficiently whipping them off his strong body. My mouth went dry as his chiseled abs and chest came into view.
I had landed on my back and pushed myself up onto my forearms now, my eyes probably completely round as I gazed up at a shirtless Simon. He was a spectacle, his smooth skin illuminated by the moonlight. I pushed myself up off of the mattress, rising to my knees so that I could reach for him. My fingers barely grazed his chest when he snatched my wrist and gave the back of my hand a firm snack.
“Hands down,” he commanded, eyes fierce.
I swallowed thickly and obeyed, lowering my hands to my sides, feeling my whole body heat up.
I nearly passed out when Simon’s sure hands moved to his dark pants, pushing them down his legs with agonizingly slow precision, revealing hard, toned thighs and calves. His boxers soon followed, leaving him completely naked to my gaze.
Simon’s cock stood straight at attention, calling to me. He was long and thick, bobbing with his pulse, and utterly perfect.
“Strip,” Simon ordered darkly, his eyes smoldering as they raked over me.
With trembling hands, I did as I was told, pulling the top of my dress down and slipping out of it. The whole time, Simon watched me hungrily, his hands twitching as if he wanted to touch me as well but he held back. I was panting heavily by the time my tiny dress was just a silky puddle on the floor, leaving me in just my lace black bra.
Simon leaned down, and without taking his eyes off mine, he slipped his hands behind me to undo my bra, letting my last piece of protection fall away. His long fingers grazed my skin, leaving tiny goose pimples in their path. I bit my lip hard, barely able to suppress a moan as my peaked nipples met the cool air of the room.
Simon seemed to notice immediately and his eyes shifted downward to my chest for a moment before meeting my gaze again. While maintaining eye contact, he lifted his hands to gently stroke my skin, swirling the pads of his fingers around my hard nubs. I whimpered, feeling as if I was turning to putty in his confident hands.
Then he was kissing me, his warm lips hard against mine. I gasped and fell back against the mattress. Simon wasn’t affected; he just followed me, trapping me between his arms as he hovered over me on hands and knees, capturing my mouth with his.
“You taste so good, Kiley,” he said against my mouth, nibbling my lower lip.
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest as I reached up to tangle my fingers in his thick hair. “You do too,” I breathed.
His hands were suddenly everywhere, skimming down the sides of my body, exploring every inch of me with affectionate roughness that had me wriggling beneath him.
He suddenly growled low in his throat. “I need to be inside of you.”
His words had me parting my thighs in eager anticipation. I shuddered as I felt his erection brush my inner thigh, searching for my hot center. He brushed the tip up and down my waiting slit, teasing me wickedly.
“Ask me for it. Beg me,” he demanded, grinning mischievously.
I whined with indignation and Simon’s expression darkened. He slapped the front of my thigh sharply. I hissed at the sting, the heat seeming to travel straight down to my clit. I arched my back, needing the friction of contact with his body so badly I was shaking.
“Please,” I begged. “Please take me. I need you inside me too, Simon.”
Simon needed no further urging. He pushed his hands down on my shoulders and entered me in one fluid motion. Instantly, Iwas arching and writhing, tossing my head back at how full I immediately felt.
I whimpered again, the sensation of having him stretch my walls overwhelming. It was as if every nerve ending was on fire, heating up my entire body. “So big,” I breathed.
Simon smirked and pushed in deeper before falling into a steady rhythm as he rode me slowly but roughly. The bed creaked below us and I dug my fingers into the bedspread, crying out Simon’s name over and over.
On a particularly powerful thrust, I completely surrendered myself, allowing another orgasm to roll over me in hot, shivering waves. Simon grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly against him, pressing his length even deeper inside of me.
“I’m going to cum, you naughty girl,” he growled. “Beg me for my cum.”
“Please cum for me,” I gasped. “Please cum inside of me.”
I cried out when Simon pumped himself in and out a few more times in quick succession before he arched his back on straight arms, flinging his head back and flexing every muscle in his beautiful body. He released his seed inside of me with a yell. Staring at his clenched jaw and the taut stretch of straining tendons in his neck, I shivered at the warmth of his semen filling me as yet another orgasm slammed into me right along with him.
I had barely caught my breath when Simon slid out of me, eliciting my sad whimper. I was surprised when he came up beside me and took me in his arms, laying us both down against the soft pillows. His strong arms felt safe and warm around me, and I found myself relaxing against his chest.
I was asleep within seconds.
CHAPTER 8
Simon
