Simon Says (Friends and Lovers)
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"Um, are you going to let me in?" she asked. That smoky voice wrapped around him. It was thick and honeyed just like her hair.
His cock jerked. Simon was responding like a horny teenager. He needed to get a grip on himself.
"First, we have some unfinished business," he said with a smile as he blocked her entrance into his house.
"Oh?" her eyebrows pulled together in confusion, but she waited patiently. Her green eyes scanning his face as if looking for something
"Your name?" he said. "I still don’t know your name."
She flushed scarlet and Simon could resist a grin. She recovered quickly, however, straightened her shoulders and put out her right hand as if to shake his.
"Gwen Caldwell," she said almost authoritatively, but then a sheepish look crossed her face ruining the effect. "Sorry."
Simon took the hand she offered and brought it up to his lips. He grazed her knuckles in a soft caress of warm breath and velvet skin. He felt a tremor run through her and satisfaction coursed through him. She was definitely affected by him and he would have her.
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Dinner was unbelievable. Gwen couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten so well. She was a disaster in the kitchen, not that you could tell from the extra padding she carried, but she could barely boil water. Her usual dinner was salad and sandwiches from the sub shop next to her store.
Simon, however, had turned out a veritable feast. There were ravioli stuffed with chicken and spinach, a Caesar salad and French bread stuffed with cheddar and spices. The marinara was rich and spicy and complemented the pasta perfectly.
When pressed, Simon admitted that his mother had forced him to learn to cook. She had told him that it would get him girls and he’d naturally been all about anything that would get girls to notice him. What he hadn’t realized was that his mother had ulterior motives which included his taking over dinner preparations as practice. He’d readily jumped to her defense, though, explaining how she had worked two jobs to take care of him after his father had died. His love for his mother showed in his face when he spoke of her.
Simon had proven to be an easy conversationalist talking readily about a variety of topics. He was clearly well read and loved music and active pursuits. Gwen found herself opening up and talking with him in a way that she didn’t normally do with someone she’d just met.
She was glad she’d decided to come. It had been a last minute decision. She’d resisted the idea giving herself all types of excuses, but then she’d realized that she was scared to come. And scared meant that she wanted to come. Gwen was many things, but she tried not to lie, especially to herself. She wanted to come and find out more about Simon Cain. The name had rattled around her brain ever since she’d picked up his card.
It was a hero name. Something you’d expect to find in Marvel comics. It had been a surprise to find out he designed video games for a living. With that name and body, she’d expected to find out he was an archaeologist searching for lost relics or a fighter pilot. She grinned inwardly as she realized her Harrison Ford crush was rearing its head.
"Gwen?" Simon looked at her expectantly.
"I’m sorry," she said giving him her full attention. "I was reflecting on what great meal that was. The best I’ve had in a very long time as a matter of fact."
"Thank you," he said with a courtly bow of his head. "I had suggested we take our wine out on the patio. I have an apple pie warming in the oven for dessert. It should be ready before long."
"I’d love that. Thank you."
Simon guided her outside with a warm hand on her lower back. His yard, like all of the yards on the block was gated with a privacy fence. The patio was tiled and had a large, wooden table and chairs with white canvas cushions on one side and a black and white striped wicker seating group on the other.
"Would you like to sit?" he gestured toward the bench with his wine glass.
"No," she said. "I think I’d like to stand for a while."
She didn’t want to admit that she didn’t want to be that close to him. The bench was just big enough for two and she’d be too close to him for comfort.
As it was, the intimacy of the setting was playing havoc with her senses. The moon was high and cast enough light that no candles or other lights were necessary. The shadows cocooned the edges of the patio, making her feel as if it was a stage and the night was the curtains sealing them away from the audience.
The memory of his touch burned her skin where he’d rested his palm. His touch had been firm and commanding and she’d instantly allowed him to take the lead. Her body still resonated from his touch. Her nipples were hard peaks under the thin material. She was grateful for the darkness which hid her arousal.
Her thong was soaked and her intimate muscles clenched as an image of Simon sucking her nipples flared brightly in her mind. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as if she could draw strength from the night sky. She had to get out of here.
He was too sexy. Too masculine. She found herself fighting to keep her distance from him and, frankly, he frightened her. Deeply. She knew that if she let him, Simon would rule her.
"You look like you’re thinking hard," Simon’s voice came from directly behind her and she jumped. She hadn’t heard him move.
Flushing deeply at being caught thinking dirty thoughts, she turned to face him and said, "I think I’d better go home now. Dinner was lovely, but I have to get up early tomorrow."
She made as if to go around him, but he stopped her with a firm hand on her belly. She froze. Her pussy throbbed and her breath caught in her chest.
"You’re running from me," he pulled her into his body so that she was pressed fully against him. He caged her, wrapping one arm around her waist. He stroked her back with his free hand. The velvet touch of his fingers on her bare skin was electric and she gasped as little shocks of pleasure erupted in his wake.
His body was hard against her. The muscles in his arms flexed and moved where she gripped him. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her breathing sped up and her nipples, already tight and aroused, were softly abraded by the silk of her top. Pleasure speared through her, flooding her core until she felt dampness on the tops of her thighs.
"No, I’m not," her voice was a breathless whisper and her words sounded false even to her.
Simon leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a kiss so light it was almost a whisper. When he spoke, his warm breath tickled across her lips in a caress.
"Yes, you are," he murmured. "Why are you running from me, Gwen? I won’t hurt you."
The sound of her name in his scotch flavored voice sent thrills through her body. Her name sounded erotic and lush coming from him, rather than silly and eccentric as she’d always viewed it.
"Yes, you will," the words slipped out before she realized she’d even said it.
"No, sweetheart," he nuzzled her lips, gently nipping and licking at her bottom lip. "I won’t hurt you. I want you to feel only pleasure. Pleasure when I suck on your nipples. Pleasure when I eat your pussy. Pleasure when I bury my cock in you and fuck you. Pleasure when you come screaming my name."
His words sent tendrils of desire arcing through her. Her breasts swelled and her nipples tightened painfully. He wove a spell of sensual heat around her with each word, each touch. Gwen felt her resistance falter.
He nuzzled her cheek and ear with just the tip of his nose. His cock was hard and pressed lightly against her. He ground himself gently against her as he swayed them softly to and fro in a dance to a tune only he knew. The friction was teasing. His hardness pressed just enough for her to be aware of it, but not hard enough for her to truly feel it. It was maddening. She wanted to feel the press of him. That hard length that had been hinted at as he’d ground against her the day before.
"You want me, Gwen. Embrace it. I won’t hurt you," Simon’s voice was thick and gruff, but solemn as well. As if he, he was promising her something beyond his mere words, but she didn’t know what.
Gwen could barely think. Simon invaded her senses. He teased her with the touch of his body, his male scent and intoxicating voice. He had barely touched her. His hand still stroked the skin of her back, yet he controlled her thoroughly and she burned for him.
She wanted him, wanted this, wanted to just let go and allow him to take her where he would. Do to her as he pleased. She didn’t want to think, she didn’t want to decide, she wanted only to submit and that terrified her.
She stiffened against him as sanity made a final attempt to penetrate the fog of desire clouding her mind. She vainly tried to pull away from Simon, but he held her firmly. His grip gentle, but steely.
She whimpered as her captivity inflamed her need. Her moisture soaked through her panties dampening the tops of her thighs.
"Let go, sweetheart. It will be all right."
Gwen lifted her eyes to his and opened her mouth to speak, but Simon pressed a finger to her lips to silence her.
"Shhh, quiet." Gwen obeyed despite herself. Simon traced down her neck and over the swell of her breast. He drew smaller and smaller circles until he came to the hardened peak. He traced the tip before gently squeezing it between thumb and forefinger. He squeezed just to the point of pain before stretching the tender bud out from her body and releasing suddenly so that the skin snapped back.
She moaned deeply as fire burned a path between her nipple and clitoris. He repeated the motion again and again. Gwen was drowning in pleasure. Her clitoris was swollen and protruding. The satin of her thong, once pleasurable, now scraped the tight bundle adding new waves of sensation to the ones Simon generated.
She panted as she struggled to stay afloat amid the waves of heat and pleasure coursing through her. Simon licked into her mouth. His tongue plundered and explored. He tasted of wine and heat and need. His kiss was gentle, a delicate teasing counter-point to the rough pull of his fingers. The sensations blended together, suffusing Gwen with an unexpected peace.
Simon broke the kiss and raised her chin so that she looked directly into his face. The moonlit darkness turned his hair the deep brown of dark chocolate and the sapphire of his eyes appeared almost ebony in the darkness. The look on his face urgent, but tender. Compassionate even.
"Give yourself to me, Gwen. Let me have you." The words were gentle, but no less a command as he leaned in once more to kiss her.
All thoughts of fleeing dissolved as the need to obey him overwhelmed her resistance. She needed this more than she was willing to admit. She hadn’t had sex in three years, not since Paul, and she was starved for physical intimacy. She shuddered as horrible memories tried to surface and she ruthlessly shut the door on that time in her life.
Simon set Gwen away from him, placing her at arms length. His gaze burned as he studied her body from head to toe. The air was cool after the heat of his body and her skin prickled. She was panting after his kisses and her breasts jiggled with the movement of her lungs. The silk caressed her nipples and she whimpered pleadingly.
"Show me your breasts. Unwrap them for me, but don’t remove the top."
She hesitated for the briefest of moments. In a dim recess of her mind, she recognized that she had one last opportunity to end this before it went any further.
"Now, Gwen," Simon commanded her. His tone wasn’t harsh, but neither was it gentle or coaxing. He expected her to obey.
Gwen reached for the ribbons between her breasts and pulled. As the silk draping her body fell away, so did her resistance.
Chapter 3
She was breathtaking. Her skin glowed in the moonlight. The shadows on the patio served only to spotlight Gwen so that she alone was the star.
As the ebony silk fell away from her lush, full breasts, Simon released the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. She had to agree to this. He’d never forced a woman and he wasn’t about to start, but he needed her like he needed breath in his body.
It had been so long since he’d had a woman, especially one that interested him and who clearly wasn’t a victim. Gwen was strong, funny and confident. She was fighting her desire for him and he wasn’t sure why. There would be time to delve into her secrets, but right now he just wanted her to accept that she would be his. More importantly, that she wanted to be his.
Whatever the cause of her resistance, she was fighting herself not him and it was critical that she give herself to him. If she didn’t, he wouldn’t take it. Some wouldn’t recognize the difference, but he wanted her submission not her defeat.
She stood before him patiently, the silk of her top pooled around her hips. She’d followed his directions exactly. Her nipples were pebbled and jutted from her body. Her eyes were closed and she panted slightly as she waited.
"Play with your breasts," Simon said, "I want to watch you touch yourself."
Again, she followed his instructions without hesitation. She began first to cup and massage her breasts. Her hands were small and her breasts spilled out of them. She began to rub and pluck her nipples. Tugging gently, before squeezing and rolling them.
Without warning she sucked both pointer fingers into her mouth. She took the glistening digits and rubbed her saliva over the distended tips of her breasts. Simon’s cock, already hard, surged under his jeans and what blood remained in his body pooled in his groin.
She was magnificent. A heady mix of innocence and seduction wrapped in a delicious package.
"Come to me, Gwen," Simon held out a hand to her.
She moved toward him, her breasts swaying with each step. She placed her hand in his and he led her over to the heavy wooden table. When he’d bought it, he’d only thought about hosting backyard feasts with his friends, but he planned a feast of a whole different kind tonight.
He lifted Gwen and placed her on the table leaning back slightly on her palms. Her skirt slid up her thighs as she settled herself and he could see that she wore thigh-high stockings. Creamy skin glistened in the moonlight where moisture dusted her inner thighs. She was drenched.
Simon stepped between her legs, forcing them wide to accommodate him. He trailed gentle fingers over the tops of her stockings before stroking firmly over her pussy. The thong she wore was soaked and she gasped at his touch.
He needed to taste her. Simon sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He suckled her in long hard draws and she cried out arching into his mouth and grinding her breast into him. He bit gently on the tight bud, testing her response to pain and she groaned, but didn’t pull away. The muscles of her inner thighs clenched around him as he nipped again. She liked it.
Simon turned his attention to her other nipple alternating between licking in short, tight laps and sucking strongly on the tip. He bit down gently on the nub all the while flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Gwen groaned deep and low and wrapped her legs around his body, grinding her pelvis into him. This was exactly what Simon had hoped for, she was giving herself to him, and her responses were uninhibited and carnal.
Simon’s cock wept with the need to bury himself inside of her. His lower back clenched and his own breathing was harsh and loud in his ears, but he wasn’t rushing to the finish line here and he’d barely begun with Gwen.
Simon lifted his head and felt pure masculine satisfaction at the sight Gwen made. Her eyes were closed and her full lips were moist and slightly parted. Her breasts were flushed with heat and her nipples were swollen and berry red from his attention.
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but Simon cut her off with a shake of his head.
"I have only two rules tonight, Gwen, but if you break them there will be
consequences. First, you may not speak without permission. You can make noise, just not speak. Do you understand?" he paused and waited.
In her position on the table, the moonlight shone fully on Gwen and he saw her eyes dilate and go wide as he spoke. She definitely liked the idea. Giving proof to his thought, she nodded.
"In addition, you may not move without permission. You will stay where I place you. Do you understand?" Gwen’s breath was coming in harsh gasps, but she merely nodded.
Simon reached between them and ripped her thong from her body. The satin tore and he flung it aside. Gwen gasped in surprise and then let loose a strangled cry as, with no ceremony whatsoever, he buried his tongue in her pussy. He thrust his tongue deep in her channel before licking up her slit in a warm, wet rasp.
The scent of chocolate, coconuts and feminine musk invaded his nostrils. She tasted sweet and dusky on his tongue and he lapped at her as if she were a lollipop he couldn’t get enough of.
Gwen mewled and purred and the muscles along her legs flexed and clenched, but she didn’t move. She obeyed his every direction though it clearly cost her to do so. A fine sheen of perspiration had broken out on her body and the sounds she made were rapidly becoming almost incoherent. He wanted her mindless and begging. He wanted to push her as far as he could and then send her over the edge.
Never before had a woman submitted so completely to him without him feeling like a pervert. Gwen didn’t just submit to him, she embraced her submission. It was if the act of submission was in and of itself sexual for her. Simon could have come just from the noises she made.
He continued to suck and lick at her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched convulsively around his tongue and he knew she was close to her orgasm. He backed off and she made a sound of complaint, but Simon planned to be deep inside her when she came.
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