She wanted to grasp that beautiful c**k and put it where she most needed it, but reached her hands up and grasped both of his. Both of his hands were clenched in a tight fist, but they opened slowly and wrapped around hers. He entwined their fingers and lowered their joined hands over her head.
“Yes. You have control. I’m exactly where you want me. Now take me,” she pleaded, needing him to take her this way. She had enjoyed last night, but she wanted him to bind her and blindfold her because it was erotic and sexy, not because he needed to. Instinctively, she knew it was critical that he learn to trust in small steps, make love instead of just f**k.
Nearly ready to weep as he lowered his powerful body over hers, she moaned at the feel of his c**k poised against her tight opening. She swirled her hips until they were in position.
And then, miraculously, he entered her with one strong thrust.
She hissed as his c**k slammed into her, stretched her, possessed her completely. “Yes. You feel so good.” She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to savor the feel of him.
“Shit. You’re so wet. Nothing between you and my cock. There’s no f**king better feeling than this,” Simon panted against her neck, his chest heaving against her br**sts, abrading her swollen ni**les.
Hands entwined, his fingers squeezing hers until they were nearly numb, Simon pumped his hips as she answered him by grinding up against him, meeting him halfway.
Her heart ached as her body joined again and again with Simon’s, knowing that this moment was pivotal, extraordinary and special.
Her heels dug into his rock-hard ass, urging him deeper, faster. His strokes became powerful, forceful. In and out. Over and over.
His mouth covered hers, his kiss almost violent as he ravaged her mouth, owning it, as his velvet-soft tongue swept through every inch of her mouth, thrusting in the same rhythm as his cock.
Overwhelmed by his strength, absorbed in the cadence of pummeling c**k and thrusting tongue, Kara lost herself in Simon. Completely. Utterly. Willingly.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whimpered into his mouth, her body trembling, pulsating, in the most incredible climax she had ever experienced.
Her channel clenched, her flesh tightening and releasing around Simon’s c**k as he pounded in and out of her body with furious abandon.
He groaned into her mouth, entwining his marauding tongue with hers, as he buried himself one last time deep inside her, his big body trembling above her as he came, flooding her womb with heat.
Dragging his mouth away from her lips, his face fell against her neck. “Holy f**k. Holy f**k. Holy f**k,” he chanted breathlessly against her skin.
She yanked on her hands, needing the return of her blood circulation. She freed herself and wrapped her arms around him, threading her hands through his sweat-soaked hair, cradling his head against her neck. His weight was heavy on top of her, his body relaxed and sated, but she wasn’t ready for him to move.
“I think I just died,” he huffed, still breathing hard.
“I guess I must be dead right along with you then. I was there,” she answered with a gasp, her hands still sifting through his hair.
Later, she would wonder how long she and Simon had laid there in a world of their own, stunned and astonished by what had occurred, but at that moment she just absorbed the peace that came after the turbulent storm.
After an unknown amount of time, Simon rolled off of her. “I’m heavy. I’m sorry.”
Curling into his side, she sighed heavily. “It was fine.”
“It was beyond fine,” he growled, playfully and intentionally misunderstanding her.
“Thank you, Simon,” she whispered softly.
“For what?” he asked, puzzled, as he wrapped one arm around her protectively and stroked the hair from her face with another.
“For what just happened.” For trusting me. For letting go of a few ghosts. For giving me what I needed. For giving yourself what you needed.
She couldn’t see his face, but she didn’t need to. She could hear the grin in his voice. “Sweetheart, don’t thank me. I should be worshipping at your feet.”
“Ah…well…if you must…go ahead.” She answered like a queen addressing one of her subjects, trying to lighten the mood.
Small steps .
He snorted. “Can’t right now. You wore me out.”
“Ungrateful cad.” She swatted his shoulder with a smile.
“I don’t need to be at your feet. I already worship you,” he whispered gently as his lips brushed over hers and he released her to tuck himself back into his jeans.
She sat up, groping for her own jeans and panties. “Yeah, yeah…men will say anything after a decent orgasm.” Denim brushed her fingers and she hopped up, quickly pulling the panties and jeans over her hips.
Simon snagged her hips as she turned to leave. “It was a lot more than a good f**k. You were crying. Just tell me if they were good tears or bad tears,” he asked, his voice warm with concern.
“Good. Definitely good.” Unwilling to say anything more, she brushed her lips against his and forced herself to walk away. She knew how Simon felt about sleeping with someone. She’d have to be content with what had just happened for now. “I need to shower. Someone made me all…wet.”
Laughing at the low growl she heard behind her, she slipped away to her own room to shower and crawl into bed, falling into an exhausted but contented sleep.
Chapter 3
Everything ok?
Kara smiled down at the text message from Simon as James drove sedately toward Helen’s Place . She hadn’t talked to Helen in several days and they had made arrangements to have coffee. Since Helen couldn’t stand to tear herself away from the restaurant, Kara usually popped in after school during the slower hours to chat.
She sent a return text. Yes Daddy. All’s well.
It was Friday, almost a week since the incident at the clinic. Simon checked in with her every day, usually several times a day, to make sure everything was okay. She might joke with him about being like an overprotective father, but she secretly found it touching that he cared about her safety.
They hadn’t gotten physical since the night of the incident at the clinic. They joked, they talked, but they didn’t screw. It was almost as if they were both afraid that what happened couldn’t be repeated. Or maybe it had just scared the shit out of both of them. It had certainly frightened the hell out of her. She had never experienced anything quite that intense.
Her phone beeped again.
Be careful. Let me know when u leave. RU there yet?