Hey. This is a Sizzy one-shot. VERY EXPLICIT, A LITTLE SMUTTY. Also, none of these characters are mine and they all belong to Cassandra Clare.
Desperately wishing I had chosen to bring a jacket, we approached the door to the apartment building. The wind blew my skirt up just a little bit, and Simon's hand tightened around my waist as he led me through the door and into the elevator. The empty, tiny box moved too slowly as his fingers managed to find a spot of bare skin, sending chills through my body. I don't think either of us would have made it if we hadn't finally reached our stop.
I didn't appreciate his body until I saw it in full. Inside his dark apartment, surrounded by the sounds and lights of the city that never sleeps, he whipped my shirt off with such confidence. I kicked off my classic 6-inch heels as he took off his shoes and pants. After less than ten seconds, we finally started kissing. His hands traced my skin and rode up to my bra. He undid the clips, and let it fall to the floor. The heat between us was obvious. I felt it radiating from my bare chest as his soft lips did unbelievable things against my chest and neck. His hands moved around my body and made me shiver at every turn. His shirt came off, he removed my skirt, and we collided with animal-like ferocity. Lights flashed by the window every few seconds as our bodies seemed to move in slow motion. The connection was undeniable. His fingers traced my underwear and deftly ripped them off.
Warm fingers moved in my folds as I gasped audibly. He boldly shoved two inside me. This made me moan, deeply. We felt each other in a way I didn't think was possible. That night was amazing.