She propped herself up on her elbows to make it easier for him to undress her, and with a few eager tugs he pulled her blouse away from her, revealing the light blue satin bra beneath.
His fingers skimmed across the flimsy material, his touch scorching her through it. “How is it possible for you to get more and more beautiful each day?”
More heat rose in her cheeks and she reached for his hands, guiding them until he slipped his hands behind her, his fingers right at the clasp of her bra. Before she even had time to blink he expertly unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, exposing her
breasts to his intense, hungry gaze.
His gaze alone was enough to set her aflame, bands of heat radiating through her body. The place between her legs clenched, her arousal making her so wet she could barely stand it. He always looked at her with such stark desire in his eyes, and seeing how much he craved her took her breath away.
When she undressed in front of him he always made her feel cherished, and sexy, and beautiful. With him she really was a different person. Different, and yet completely herself. Braver, but also more vulnerable somehow.
Feeling more brazen now she kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her jeans, and tossed them off.
All she had on now was a tiny pair of satin panties.
“Lie down,” he commanded.
Heart pounding, she lay down flat on her back, resting her head on one of the fluffy pillows. She was eager to discover what he had in store for her.
As he reached into his pocket for condom and stripped down to his boxer briefs, she let her gaze wander across the expanse of his chiseled chest. She was dying to touch him. To splay her hands against his skin and feel the muscles ripple beneath her fingertips.
Simon slid into bed beside her and placed his huge hand on her quivering stomach. “I’m going to kiss you.” he said.
She nodded, biting back the plea that was ready to roll of her tongue. The plea that would have her begging him to touch her more intimately. “Yes.”
His mouth, hot and demanding, pressed against her forehead. Then Simon dragged his lips across her skin, kissing her cheek, then down to her neck. That sensuous mouth of his brushed against her throat, where her pulse was no doubt racing as fast as her pounding heart.
Lower went his mouth, until he was taking one of her nipples between his teeth and sucking greedily. She gasped at the delightful pressure and arched her back in needy response. When he took her other nipple between his fingers, she very nearly came apart. It was like he knew what she wanted even before she knew. As if his body was made for her, and hers for his.
He wrenched his mouth away from her again, the disappointment at the absence of his touch a dull ache in her heart. Simon started kissing her again, between the valley of her breasts, down to her stomach, until he stopped at the waistband of her panties.
She was now so hot with desire for him she thought she might blaze out of control. A desperate, shuddering moan escaped her throat when he focused his attention lower still and began to leave hot kisses on her inner thighs.
Wetness pooled between her legs again, and now, desperate to get out of her underwear, she reached down and quickly pulled her panties off. She couldn’t stand it any longer. “Touch me,” she begged. “Please, Simon.”
He let out a low laugh, the deep, rich sound seducing her. “Not very patient, are you?”
“How can I be patient when you kiss me like that?” she chided. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to torture me.”
Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. “Do you object to me torturing you?”
“No. I just want more,” she said breathlessly.
His wicked mouth turned up in a lazy smile. Without saying anything he got out of his boxer briefs, tore the condom out of its wrapper, and sheathed himself. It couldn’t have taken him even a minute, but to Heather it felt like forever before he positioned himself between her legs, his massive erection slapping against her thigh.
“I want you so badly, Heather,” he forced out. “Do you want me? Are you ready?”
“Yes. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything,” she gasped out.
The dangerous glint in his eyes suddenly turned to complete tenderness as he slowly pushed his manhood into her, until he fit inside her so perfectly he didn’t even have to move to pleasure her.
But he did move, his hips rocking into her as she wrapped her arms around him. Her hands spread across his back, the powerful muscles taut beneath her fingertips.
Ecstasy crashed through her body in waves, setting her adrift on a tide of pleasure. All she had to hold on to was him, and that was enough. Right now he was her world, and each thrust of his hips filled her with so much pleasure she couldn’t even catch her breath.
Her nails dug into his back and she moaned out his name.
The pace of his rhythmic thrusts quickened and she tightened around him, desperate for release.