Page 67 of Rise (Symbols of Love 1)

I look down at my dress as I reach up to unhook the halter neck. The designer is one I have admired, and I cannot believe Simon had it made for me.

When I took my cape off inside our box, I heard a few gasps. I know it was stunning. It’s like a work of art and I felt like a million dollars wearing it tonight.

It’s a material thing, but it is so symbolic of how Simon treats me and our relationship. I’ve decided to tell him about my father when we get home. I don’t want any secrets between us, and I’ve decided the shame of his crime is his not mine to bear.

I feel Simon’s lips against the back of neck and my thoughts scatter. He presses a trail of kisses from my neck down my back.

He unzips the skirt of the dress and it falls away, leaving me standing there, naked but for the lace thong and the beautiful gold heels I wore with my dress.

Simon drops to his knees behind me. He firmly grips my hips and kisses a path straight down the seam of my ass. He stops there and uses his hands to move my feet apart, widening my stance.

One of his hands releases my hip and hooks into the delicate string holding the thong to my body. His yank is fast and sure, and in an instant my bare pussy is on full display.

He runs his tongue down the crevice of my buttocks, and I gasp as I feel the tip of his tongue dip inside of me. I look around for something to give me some purchase—something to hold on to.

Sensing my need, Simon spins me around and places my hands on his shoulders. Still on his knees looking up at me, I have never been more under his control as I am right now.

When he commands me to, “Hold my shoulders,” I do without any hesitation. Simon lifts my leg and throws it over his shoulder, his arm wraps around my waist like an iron vice.

He

presses his face into my pussy and takes a long deep inhale. I shudder. My clit is throbbing; my pussy is wet I know I will soon feel the wetness against the inside of my thighs.

“Nothing I’ve smelled in my entire life compares to how good your cunt smells.”

Oh, God. His filthy mouth makes me crazy. His other hand opens the lips of my pussy and exposes that bundle of nerves begging him for relief. He doesn’t deny me as he places an openmouthed kiss on my clit, sucking it gently into his mouth.

My legs betray me and at this moment I am only upright due to Simon’s grip around my waist and his shoulder supporting my leg.

His sucking and licking is relentless and in minutes I feel my orgasm building.

My hands move from his shoulders to his head. I hold his head in place as I start to come, my orgasm so powerful I am unable to scream, my lungs seized and incapable of circulating the air required for sound to escape me.

I fall forward as Simon eats me through my climax.

He is already halfway across the room before I realize he has me over his shoulder and is walking toward the bed.

He lays me down gently as he starts to strip out of his tuxedo. He rips the tie off first, and as I reach to help him he stops with a curt, “no.” He reaches for me, grabbing both of my wrists.

“Do you trust me?” His face is so serious, almost grave, but I feel nothing but love and desire for this man.

“Yes,” I answer simply and without hesitation.

He holds my hands over my head and wraps his tie around my wrists, tying them tightly. He then pushes me down and I lay there able to move, but unable to touch him as he finishes undressing.

His body is beautiful. I know he works hard in the gym, and he runs a punishing number of miles every week. Every time I see him naked, though, I can’t believe all of this beauty is mine.

He is chiseled and toned and glorious.

He doesn’t have a six pack, more like a four pack, but his abdomen doesn’t have an ounce of extra fat, his hips are corded by the muscle that gives men the much coveted “V”, which, universally, drives women to distraction.

His cock is almost ferocious in its arousal. The head is dark and engorged, and it bobs against his stomach as he bends over to take this pants off.

I can’t hide my gulp as I take him in.

He walks toward me, his appraisal of me similar to mine of him.

“I love you, baby,” he says, his eyes serious.

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