‘I think she needs to keep quiet and keep sucking,’ he replied, breathless, and slid a finger in, up to the second joint.
Miranda lost her rhythm as he ground the vibrator against her. It drove her hips up as pleasure rolled through her, then down again as he took it away. She pressed her lips together and worked with him as he rocked that tip around and around.
‘I could say the same thing about you,’ she finally managed to say. Leaving him corked, Miranda reached between them and plucked the vibe from his hand. ‘Looks like I’ve got the upper hand now, doesn’t it?’
‘We’ll see about that,’ he said, and braced his arm across her backside. His tongue was waiting as she eased down, and tasted her in one long, decadent lick as he pushed his finger into her to the knuckle, plugging her as effectively as she had plugged him.
With a sigh, Miranda closed her eyes and for just a moment forgot what she had done to him, what she planned to do to him, and just melted into the bliss of being devoured.
He closed his lips around her throbbing clit and sucked, and Miranda abandoned her task for now and turned off the vibe. She wriggled up onto her knees, straddling his head and leaning over just enough to watch the sinful motion of his tongue against her clit.
‘Mmm-hmm.’ The sound buzzed on her clit wonderfully, and as it came again he pushed against her ass. At this prompting, she rode against his wriggling tongue.
After three days with just one hurried and quiet bout of sex in the dark, Miranda’s body turned cataclysmic. The insides of her thighs burned from the bristle on his face, adding to the heat that built as his eager tongue lapped her. Unable to catch her breath, she whimpered as her orgasm pulsed ever closer from the slippery tip of his tongue, then sobbed as it broke free and filled her.
Her legs were jelly as she fought against the urge to sink down upon him. She bowed, gasping for breath while he circled around and around her clit until she raised her hips to stop him. He retreated from her sensitive clit, instead turning his attention to probing the wet heat he had created.
‘I guess I was right,’ she said breathlessly after a moment. ‘You and your tricks.’
He seemed reluctant to let her go as she tried to climb away from him. He braced his arm around her waist and thrust his tongue further inside her, synching it to the movement of the finger in her bottom. She endured it for just a moment, until he sought her clit once more, then squirmed away in protest.
‘Me and my tricks,’ he said with that smug air as he watched her stretch out beside him.
‘I’m all slippery now,’ she announced.
Simon cocked an eyebrow. ‘Is that a complaint? Do I need to bring back the paddle?’
‘No complaints,’ she said, and held up the vibrator with a grin. ‘Just curious – is this thing waterproof?’
‘It is. Why?’
‘Just remembering what you said about how much it makes you go off, and both your shower and your bathtub are big enough for two. I can’t believe we haven’t thought of it before.’
‘I have, but I like rolling you around the bed so much that the bathroom seemed like it would be more of an annoyance.’
Miranda clicked the vibrator on and off as she backed away. ‘Come along, Mr Reeve, or else I’ll have to play in there all on my own.’
He got out of bed with an unhappy groan and followed her, his gait slightly unsteady, into the shower.
Once behind the glass doors and under the spray, they left the vibe sitting in the empty soap dish and lathered one another. When the last flecks of foam were swirling at their feet, Simon pushed her back against the shower wall and kissed her hard, hands on her ass as he lifted her onto her toes.
‘Me and my tricks,’ he said again, tilting his hips to rub his cock against her until she squirmed. His laughter echoed in the hollow space. ‘I could use them to just lift you up and slide right into you.’
‘But you won’t,’ she countered breathlessly against his mouth, ‘because you want to see what I can do to you, don’t you?’
‘I’m a little curious,’ he murmured and nipped her lips. ‘You seem to be much more comfortable with my other toys than my paddle.’
‘Oh, I’ll get there.’
He released her and turned her around, then gave her bottom a pat. ‘Still a little red, and I can see a handprint.’
‘You sound so proud.’
‘So do you.’ He pulled the wet curtain of hair away from her shoulders and pressed his lips to her ear. ‘Well, where do you want me?’
‘Here. Right here.’
As she had done when they first entered the apartment, Miranda slid along the shower wall, and as he had done Simon flattened his hands and loomed over her. She held his gaze as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, and caught his smile forming as she brought the vibe to life.
She pressed tip to tip and reached between his legs, and Simon’s smile puckered as she reclaimed the plug. Through the waterfall of the spray hitting his lower back, Miranda led with the tempo she set and Simon followed, rocking up onto the balls of his feet to her tune. As the steam in that glass box brought out the perfume of his body wash, her hunger grew. It was as though his essence spread, his scent penetrating her damp skin and getting into her blood. His taste coated the inside of her mouth and settled upon her palate as she swallowed.
As he moved more insistently and thrust against the vibrator to go deeper into her mouth, she withdrew from him and looked up. Making shallow thrusts in and out of his ass, Miranda rose higher on her knees and nested his cock between her breasts.
‘Not too worried about where my mess ends up now?’ he teased in a whisper, then choked on a breath as she trapped his dick against her and the vibe.
Watching his shaded features grow more desperate, Miranda bit her lip to keep a smile of delight from appearing and no doubt prompting a fresh challenge from him. She wanted nothing more than his surrender to the sinful things she did to him, to watch her man morph before her own eyes into the ecstatic bundle of energy his climax would make him.
As the throbbing of his shaft signalled how close she took him, Miranda worked him a little rougher now, rolling the vibe’s head around the circumference of that smooth bulb while putting some crank into her wrist behind him.
Groaning, Simon bowed lower and seemed to give in at last. His rocking ceased and he bared his teeth. He pushed forward just as Miranda withdrew the plug, and it slipped from her fingers onto the shower floor.
She cursed and reached for it. Her spirits deflated. She didn’t feel confident enough to try and put it back in herself and hated like hell to ruin her momentum.
Simon came back to life. He grabbed the vibe from her, clicked it off and dropped it into his shower caddy.
‘I’m done with toys,’ was all he said as he hauled her up. He pressed her against the wall and gave her two rough fingers. Keeping her momentum going, Simon pumped her hard and fast, and the words she had tried to prevent him saying just moments earlier came out hot against her mouth.
‘Thought you were so smart, getting me in here because you thought I’d gush all over my nice clean sheets. Let’s see if I can make a fool out of you.’
Miranda ran her slick hands over his rolling shoulders and into his hair and pulled him into a kiss.
A current ran through her with every shunt over her G spot, a motion he mimicked with his tongue against hers. He wouldn’t allow her the advantage again. As she closed her lips around his tongue he overtook her, thrusting into her mouth and stifling the moan she couldn’t keep in any longer.
Simon lifted his head and looked down to where he pumped her, and his pleased rumble from his chest vibrated against her.
‘You’re getting there,’ he murmured, and gave her that saucy look she couldn’t get enough of. ‘I could get real dirty and make you use the vibrator while I finger you. You want me to get dirty with you, sweetheart? I’m one of the best, I’ve been told.’
Too breathless to retor
t, Miranda twisted his hair and bucked against the onslaught. He gave her another quick kiss, then pressed his cheek against hers and went on.
‘I can say anything to you now, can’t I? And you can’t so much as blush. After letting me do this to you on camera, after letting me tie you down and fuck you.’ He slowed and pressed his fingertips against that sweet spot, invoking a tremor that made her weak in the knees. ‘After you tied me down and twisted me in knots, and now, after you fucked me as good as I ever fucked you, I’ll never have second thoughts about getting you really dirty. Oh, hell, you’re getting close.’
‘I’m really close,’ she told him, and gritted her teeth against the abrupt onslaught as he fucked hard into her again.
‘Close enough,’ he said, and withdrew. He hitched her leg in the crook of his elbow, forcing her to stand on the toes of her other foot, and pushed into her.
For just a second, Miranda clung to his shoulders and held her breath as the shock rippled through her body of having him inside her without the thin barrier of a condom. She’d never had unprotected sex with anyone, her vagina was like Fort Knox when it came to sex, yet, as he began to move, it didn’t occur to her to stop him. She threw her arms around his neck and held on.
‘Oh, hell, your pussy feels just too good,’ he said, his last words. He gathered up her other leg, taking her off her feet. Pinning her, chest to chest, Simon squeezed her ass and opened her up, and pumped her as deeply as she would accommodate him.
One hard, hot thrust followed another, until there was nothing but that sense of brimming over. She couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t get enough of him. She doubted she’d ever get enough of Simon Reeve and his wicked ways. Clutching him so hard it was a wonder she didn’t strangle him, Miranda squeezed her eyes shut just as the raging red storm mastered her.
Simon endured her clench and kept her coming with those rough thrusts as his breathing became ragged close to her ear. His fingers dug into her and a moan rattled out of him as he buried his face against her neck.
Amidst the powerful shuddering of her inner walls, Miranda felt what she’d never felt before: Simon pouring into her, his juices making her all the more slippery, squeezing between his throbbing cock and her cunt and running out of her. She cupped the back of his head and opened her eyes to the fleeting clouds still flashing white light with the spasms that milked him.
The tension in his body was dissipated in an instant. He trembled and, staggering a little, withdrew and let her down. He leaned against her, though if he was looking to her for support, she thought, he’d find a poor pillar in her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him to stay on her own feet, becoming a buffer between his body and the shower wall.
‘Thanks for not dropping me,’ she said once she’d caught her breath and her wits.
She felt his smile where his mouth rested against her temple. ‘I was good right up until the end. I’m glad the property management didn’t cheap out on the shower floor.’
Miranda laughed and lifted her head. ‘You’d be in the news again, this time as the guy who died of head trauma while banging his girlfriend in the shower.’
‘Better than what I’ve been in the news for before.’
He took a breath deep enough to squash her a little, then pulled her under the spray. Miranda tipped her head back and closed her eyes as the water poured over her, warm but soothing against her hot face.
Placing his big paws on her shoulders, Simon kissed her, and she could taste a residue of the evening’s feverish kisses. She melted against him as he massaged the tightness out of her muscles, then he cradled her face as he lifted his head.
‘I probably should have asked you if it was all right before I slid right in without a rubber. I wasn’t thinking.’
She placed her hand over his. ‘I’m on the pill.’
‘Still … Would you believe that at my age I’ve never done it without a condom before? That this is the first time.’
‘Oh, wow, finally, something you haven’t done before,’ she teased. ‘I think we’re good. We’ve both been careful and you’ve never stuck a needle in your arm … have you?’
He shook his head. ‘If I couldn’t smoke it or snort it, I didn’t want it.’
‘Good.’
She reached up and slicked his hair back, away from his face. Her heart beat faster as she studied him. He wore his lines well, and she knew he had earned every one, but there was still something boyish and innocent there.
Simon swept his thumb under her eye and smiled. ‘No racoon eyes.’
‘Waterproof.’ She gave him a squeeze. ‘Now what?’
‘Now, we scrub one another down and hit the hay.’
‘This early?’
Grinning, he reached past her for his shampoo. ‘You’re not rushing home at the crack-ass of dawn. You know what that means, right? That means I get to send you to work with a big, shameless smile on your face.’
As he lathered coconut-scented soap into her hair, Miranda ran her palms over his broad chest and curled her fingers into the damp hairs between his pecs.
‘You’re going to be OK, aren’t you?’ she asked. ‘I mean, we’re all going to be OK, right?’
His fingers waltzed slowly against her scalp as he gave her a thoughtful look. ‘Yeah. Yeah, I think we’re going to be just fine.’
Epilogue
‘I really hate you right now,’ Miranda said to Juliet as she passed the phone back to her.
‘I know, right? I wake up in the morning and feel like making sweet love to the view.’ Juliet tucked her phone into her purse and grinned. ‘I’ve got it for three months. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to live in a regular apartment after this.’
Looking around at her own home, Miranda made a face. The mini home had been perfect just moments ago, three bedrooms and set on a private lot with tons of room for Eddie to run around and fall down, but she was a little jealous of the condo Juliet had moved into.
‘You should have seen my face when Quinn came by and told me I could have it until he handed the keys over to the new owner. Apparently the girlfriend was fine with living there until the kid got really mobile, but Quinn figured they could move now and save some hassle.’
Beyond Juliet, in the kitchen at the island, Simon rolled his eyes and shook his head. When Juliet had first told Simon via Skype, ‘your hot friend and his girlfriend are knocked up,’ he did the same thing and later told Miranda that Quinn was the last guy on earth he thought would become a father and move to the suburbs to become a stay-at-home dad. Jacques had quickly and gruffly pointed out that Simon was the last guy on earth he’d thought would become a surrogate father. Words were exchanged, such as ‘There ought to be a law against that’ and ‘I can’t wait for the day when Grace forgets to take her pill, then we’ll see who’s laughing,’ before Grace got annoyed and broke up the conversation.
‘Make sure you leave me the stroller,’ Juliet said as Miranda dragged out the basket of toys from behind the sofa.
She chuckled and shook her head. ‘You’re not going to need the stroller, at least not tonight. He takes his tricycle or he throws a fit. It’s out on the back porch.’
Juliet grabbed her can of Coke and leaned back on the sofa, and Miranda studied her. Her sister looked good. Her copper hair had become chestnut in the last few months, and she had put on some weight that filled her face out nicely. She was still the glamour queen with perfect make-up and clothes, and it would have been amusing, if Miranda was inclined to stick around, to see her walking with Eddie along the gravel driveway in her peep-toe heels.
‘So where are you going in this bustling metropolis for the night?’
‘Chinese,’ Simon answered as he came into the room, omitting the fact that the food was going to be takeout and probably eaten in a state of undress at his house in town. Still, it was an excuse to dress up, and Miranda had the perfect summer dress picked out, cute and airy and showing off her legs, and easy for Simon to peel ov
er her head when the time came.
Trailing behind Simon, as usual, came Eddie. He’d had a haircut the day before and was all ears in what might as well have been a buzz cut. He showed signs of recognising Juliet, but a year was a long time. Hanging onto Simon’s knee, he peered at Juliet and grinned whenever she looked his way or spoke to him. Juliet would find out soon enough that Eddie could talk the paint off the wall.
After she’d dressed and put her shoes on, Miranda emerged from the narrow hall to find a welcome sight: Juliet and Eddie nestled on the sofa watching a movie while Simon waited on the recliner.
She leaned close to Juliet’s ear. ‘Bath before bed, grapes but not cookies, and he likes Fox in Socks.’
‘Gotcha.’
Half an hour later, Miranda carried a plastic bag filled with cutlery wrapped in napkins, and a six-pack of soda. Ahead of her, Simon had the food.
‘We’re not actually going to eat here, are we?’ she asked as they headed across the green space towards picnic tables. Bustling metropolis indeed. The Chinese restaurant had only two tables and catered mainly to the fishermen who worked the docks alongside it, sharing its business with an adjoining fish-and-chips stand. Sitting on the green was all right during the day, but for a semi-romantic evening Miranda could only forecast gulls pestering them and an unpleasantly cool breeze coming off the water.
‘Stop your complaining, wench,’ he called over his shoulder, and didn’t halt when they reached the eating area. He led her straight down the dock, past the stinking fishing boats, and then he stopped and turned around. He bobbed his head to the trawler docked directly behind him. ‘Ta-da.’
She stared at him in puzzlement for a moment, then coughed out a disbelieving laugh. ‘Oh, no.’
‘Oh, yes.’ He grinned and thrust the tightly packed paper bag into her arms. ‘I told you I was going to do it.’
‘Yeah, but I didn’t think you were actually going to do it.’ She shook her head and watched him reach over the edge of the boat and produce a wooden step.
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