my blood racing. “I wouldn’t be here if it didn’t mean something.” I leaned down, taking his mouth and biting that lip myself. “If you don’t touch me,” I said against his mouth, “and I mean right now, I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.”
His chuckle was low and dangerous. “Language.” But he skimmed his hands down my sides before tugging my underwear over my hips and down my legs, and I kicked them away. He captured the kicking leg and placed a lingering kiss on my calf before slinging that leg over his shoulder.
I fell backward with a low moan, catching myself first on my hands, then my elbows as Simon’s mouth moved up my leg, this time with purpose, to my knees and finally to my inner thigh. I knew what was coming, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.
The first stroke was with his fingers. The second was with his tongue. I collapsed flat on the bed as he got to work. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Every nerve ending, everything that made up every molecule of me, was focused on Simon’s mouth on my body. Nothing else mattered.
He kissed. He explored in slow, maddening licks. Fingertips dipped, stroked, discovered. He moved so slowly, so sweetly, that I didn’t feel anything build, there was no anticipation, and I wasn’t prepared for the orgasm that ripped through me. Before I was ready I was convulsing against his tongue and his fingers, gasping with breathless cries, fighting to roll my hips while he held me down with one hand and his mouth gave no mercy.
After what felt like a lifetime my body calmed, and Simon eased his grip on me. I stared up at the ceiling, which I could now see pretty well in the dark.
“Okay, I’m impressed,” I told the ceiling. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you.”
There was that chuckle again, and the bed dipped beside me as Simon crawled up to join me. Now thoroughly acquainted with the bottom half of my body, he seemed determined to do the same with the top, starting with my navel. He kissed a path up my sternum, licking his way to my breasts. If he had a problem with their size he didn’t let it show. In fact, he gave them plenty of attention, enough to make my breath come out in whimpering sighs. I struggled to sit up, grasping for him, needing his mouth on mine again. He kissed me slow and deep, and I caught his moan in my mouth. I rolled into him, twining my legs around and between his, when—
“What the hell?” I pulled away and looked down. “Why are you still wearing pants?”
“It’s not my fault.” Simon leaned in to kiss my neck, and one of his hands moved south again, where I was still a little sensitive. “I got distracted.”
“No, you don’t.” I squirmed out of his embrace and scrabbled at his jeans, popping the button and wrestling the zipper down. “Get these off.” Our laughs combined as we got him naked. When he pulled me back into his arms there was finally nothing between us, and we both sighed together at the feel of nothing but skin against skin. His cock pressed against my lower stomach, hard and hot and impossible to ignore. I snaked a hand between our bodies to curl around him, and he hissed at the contact.
“Wait.” His voice shook as I gave him a long, slow stroke. I ignored his plea and concentrated on learning the feel of him, heavy in my hand and slowly growing slick as I established a lazy rhythm. “Wait. God, Emily. Wait, please.” He leaned away to fumble in his nightstand, and I grinned and nibbled on his shoulder. Revenge was fantastic.
“Very nice,” I said in response to the rip of the condom wrapper. “I like a man who’s prepared.”
His laugh was harsh and desperate, and it made my smile widen. “Not even close. You have no idea how relieved I was that I had one in there. It’s been a while.”
“Yeah?” The thought warmed me, reinforced the feeling that this was right. I was where I was supposed to be.
“Yeah.” The laughter was gone from his voice now, and my heart thudded as he reached for me again, this time with purpose. But instead of rolling me under him like I expected, he pulled me into him, both of us still on our sides, and hooked my leg over