p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Simon leads them up the stairs, her hand in his, his thumb caressing her. It leaves her shivering, and Daphne wonders when the last time was that she was so sensitive and responsive to such a small touch. She mentally snorts, it seems like she really should've gone out more, because this is getting ridiculous. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"However, her inner thoughts will have to wait for another day because they have entered his room and suddenly it's Simon, and Simon only./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"It's Simons room. Simons smell, emeverywhere/em. Simons smirk, the one that makes heat rise up to her cheeks. Simons hands, on hr cheeks, on her chest, on her ass everywhere yet emit's not style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanAnd then there are his lips, full and hot and they're emon hers/em. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Daphne lets his tongue in when he asked for entrance to her mouth, and she let herself be devoured. Oh, how she missed him, to be totally surrounded by him. Her hands made quick work of his button up blouse, which honestly looked delicious on him./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"She never knew she had a kink for men in suits, or button-up shirts, but ever since Simon appeared in her life, she sure did. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"The last few buttons had her annoyed, she didn't have the patience and they wouldn't open so she just ripped the shirt open, causing the two buttons to rip off the shirt. It made Simon chuckle against her skin, the sound reverberating against her skin making goose bumps appear on her arms. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;""Get it off, get it off," she muttered, sliding her hands over his shoulder and in the process stripping him from his shirt. Damn, he looked delicious. She keeps eye contact with him while she unbuckles his belt – unbuttons his trousers. She keeps looking at him while she slides down unto her knees, and the look Simon gives her has her cunt clenching. Damn it, why had they not done this sooner. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"She pulls down his trousers completely and they pool at his feet. She teases him through his boxers for a bit, now her time to smirk when he starts to look at her impatiently. She finally gives in, sliding his boxers of by pulling it down with her teeth. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"And then she really starts – slowly teasing the head of his cock, twirling around it before plunging down, totally shallowing him in once. He groans, letting his head fall back. "Damn, baby girl," he moans and Daphne has never been so happy before that he isn't afraid of making noise, because she thinks she really doesn't mind the nickname. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"She thanks god for her lack of her gag reflex because he is big, really big, and she uses her hands to tease his balls, to touch him everywhere she can, to touch the part she cannot swallow. She things he's getting close, his hand tightening in his hair when he's suddenly gone. She blinks, adjusting for a second to the lack of dick in her mouth. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;""That's it, baby," he mutters, his hand on her chin, pulling her towards him and kissing her so thoroughly she ends up whining. "I'm going to spoil you so much, going to eat you out so good you won't want any other man to touch you ever again," he continues, "and I'm going to cum in you – not in your mouth, not in your ass, but in your tight hot little cunt." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"He has them on his bed before she knows it and he teases her out of her tight little black dress. His hands on her ass while sliding the dress up, pinching her nipples when the fabric slides over it and pinning her down the moment the dress is completely off her. He stares at her so hard it has Daphne blushing, wishing she had chosen sexier underwear. "You are beautiful," he breathes, and she could feel herself blushing as if it was the first time all over again. "But I can admire you at another moment, another time when I will buy you all the lingerie we want, so you can try it all out for me. And then I will get it all of you within seconds," his voice gets deeper, his eyes seem darker than before and he oozes sex appeal. Daphne can feel just how damp her underwear already is. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"His fingers touch her through the underwear first, as if to see if her wetness is going all through her underwear. And it seems to be, because its of her before she knows it and then it's his fingers on her, trailing one single finger over her, a string of wetness dangling beneath it when he holds it in front of him, as if to judge if her wetness was enough for him. "So wet for me already," he breathed out, "And I'm going to eat it all up, going to make you the biggest mess and then clean you all up." And while Simon's breathing gets heavier, Daphne is sure she almost forgets to breath because it's hot, he's hot, she's hot and damn she want him./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"And then it's his tongue on her wet core – he switches with his finger every other second, the stimulation leaving Daphne arching off the bed, her hands squeezing the blanket, eyes closing and then he has his fingers in her, his tongue on her clit again and she's getting closer. She knows she's getting louder but she really cannot get herself to care or be ashamed. She knows he likes it when she's loud. It's getting too much, too much fingers too much tongue and she's thightening, getting closer, it's almost euphoric and then it's completely gone, she's empty, cold and emuntouched/em. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"It's almost offending, she gets herself on her elbows, "I was so-" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Simon just raises an eyebrow, "You were what, baby?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Daphne looks away, breaking the eye contact, because she knows exactly what he wants to hear. "I was so close, you had me almost coming with your fingers and your tongue and damn you know how to handle it but why didn't you let me?" The last few words come out more as a whine than she meant it to be, but they are./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;""Because," Simon breathes, "I'm going to do this." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"And then they're suddenly flipped over, Simon behind her, his cock in her and he's fucking her so good, so hard, emshe missed this so much/em. One of his hands returns to her breaths, her nipples, teasing them, rolling them around and squeezing. She never knew they were this sensitive. He bites down harder than before, leaving marks she knows he likes, but when his rhythm starts to stutter she knows he's getting close. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"But it's time for her to take a little bit of control, and she turns them around. It takes a bit of manoeuvring and Simon is looking way too smug – bastard – just so she wouldn't have him slipping out of her. She's on top of him, riding him, occasionally thightening a little on purpose, just so she could see that look pass on his face, and she gets repaid just as good because his marks are everywhere, his teeth leaving bits and his fingertips imprinted on her skin. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"And then he's slamming her hips down on him, his hips stutter and his hands squeeze her tits – she's sure that will be bruised tomorrow – and then he's coming and she's coming and then they're panting, looking at each other and in an instant they're smiling, giggling, laughing./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;""I missed you," she breathed. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"Simon smiles and kisses her, most tender he did style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /span/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;""I missed you too." /span/p