The entire school had heard that Simon and Samira were dating and the girls were jealous while the guys felt anger, hating how he could make every single girl swoon.

Samira had started changing her wardrobe. She no longer wore baggy clothes.

She wore clothing that showed off her curves. They were never too tight or too loose. Just right.

Simon waited for her everyday after every class except English since that was the class they took together.

He walked her to all of her classes and to her locker. As he dropped her off at each class, he would give a long, sweet, tender kiss that made her head swoon.

"I'll wait for you after class." He would always say.

Samira would always blush when he kissed her. She never liked public affection but she didn't care. As long as she was with Simon, she didn't care.

Simon was changing her whether she knew it or not. She started answering questions in class, her hair was no longer in her eyes and she felt good.

They've been dating since that day at the carnival. So, that meant they had exactly 6 months and every single day of those six months, they hung out either at their houses or at a date.

Simon never pushed her to do something she didn't like. He always waited for her to make her choice.

When things got too far, she would gently pull back and Simon would automatically know she didn't want to continue.

He would wait; he would always wait for her.

Today, Samira was coming over to his house for a date. It was movie time and everyone else would be out of the house doing errands.

What Simon didn't like was Miranda. Ever since he and Samira started dating, she would try everything to sabotage their relationship and get Simon to like her.

But he just didn't like her, not even as a friend. He would admit she was pretty but that was it.

Samira seemed to get angry whenever Simon told her of Miranda and what she tried to do.

"I don't have anyone tied down by a rope. You can do what you want." That would be Samira's answer.

And his answer would be, "And what I want is you and only you."

Then, they would start to make out.

Today, Miranda was knocking at his door and he believed it was Samira.

He opened it and answered, "Hey…ah…." He said as he realized it was Miranda, not Samira.

"Can I come in?"

"No"

"Why?"

"Because I said so"

"You're so mean."

"You shouldn't be here." He was annoyed; Samira was going to come any minute now.

"I know but I want to"

"Look, my girlfriend is coming over so you need to leave."

"Really? I had no idea." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice and Simon knew she was lying.

Simon rolled his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"You"

"Wrong answer." Simon could easily use his sorcerer powers to get her to leave but Samira had told him not to use it on people so he didn't, but he wanted to.

"What do you see in her? Take away her eyes, looks, and talents, if she has any, and what do you have?"

"You," he said seriously. He was seriously starting to get angry. He didn't like the way she talked about Samira.

"Why do you like her and not me?"

"Because she isn't like you, that's why."

Miranda leaned closer but Simon stepped back.

"Stop." he demanded.

"Why, you want me don't you?" her voice had gotten deeper, seductive and frankly Simon felt a little compelled to follow her.

"No, can you please leave before I make you."

"I would love to see you try."

Simon moved his head and saw Samira walking up the street.

Relief rushed through his body and he didn't bother to hide it.

"She's here."

Miranda's face darkened and she turned to see Samira walking closer to his house.

Miranda didn't say anything as she jumped down the stairs and walked down the street to where Samira was.

Both girls stared each other down but Samira's face was creepier and darker than Miranda and Simon saw Miranda eyes widen slightly before she quickly walked away.

"Hey Simon," She said sweetly as she hugged him,

"Hey, baby" he whispered as he returned her greeting.

"Let's go inside." She said as she tugged him to the door.

"Anxious to have me all to yourself?" Simon murmured with a grin as the door closed.

"Maybe," She was getting bolder around him, returning his flirts with interest.

"So," she said, sitting on the kitchen counter as she kicked off her sandals.

Today, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail; her colored tee, showing her cleavage very, very slightly and jeans.

"What are we doing today?"

Simon stepped in front of her and she wrapped her arms around him.

"Whatever you want" he whispered, holding her tightly to him before letting go.

She slid forward like she was going to hop off the counter.

Instead of moving back to give her more room, Simon had stepped forward, pushing slightly against her knees.

"You need to move if I'm going to get off."

She sounded breathless, not at all like herself and it felt good.

Simon ignored her comment, staying perfectly still.

She opened her knees, putting one on either side of his ribs, thinking thoughts she shouldn't think about him.

"Maybe I don't want you too." He murmured.

"Maybe I want to stand up."

"Alright." He whispered

She scooted backward while Simon stepped away, giving her room.

She slid down, her legs felt wobbly.

She leaned into Simon, knowing he'd wrap her arms around her.

His lips were against her ear when he asked, "Do you want to sit down?"

"Yeah" he led her to his room and popped in a movie.

She lay down on his bed comfortably as he kicked off his shoes and socks and lay beside her.

Their toes were playing with one another as they snuggled and watched the movie.

Then Simon reached over and curled his fingers around hers. He pulled her gently toward him and twined his arms around her waist. "I missed you," he whispered in her ear.

"I missed you, too." She whispered back.

It seemed so natural that she almost didn't notice his cheek press against her neck, his chin tilt until it was his lips meeting her skin.

But she couldn't ignore the soft kisses that trailed up her neck and touched her ear; the fiery sensation that coursed through her, begging her to give him the permission he was silently seeking.

She could hardly breathe with the weight of the wanting.

He kissed the very corner of her mouth and sighed before brushing his lips softly against hers.

She kissed him back and they kissed until it changed and it was deeper, harder and she couldn't help but moan against his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulling her into him, her body molding perfectly into his.

The warmth of his skin burned through her shirt and excitement fluttered in her belly.

Gently and slowly, without breaking their kiss, Simon moved on top of her and pressed his body against her.

He felt her warmth and he sucked on her bottom lip, silently asking for permission to enter. She moaned and opened her mouth.

When she parted her mouth, she felt his tongue slip inside and her heart went into overdrive, a distinct, hot tingling radiating between her legs. He kissed her deeper, slowly exploring the taste of her mouth.

He groaned softly as she pressed her pelvis into his, knowing it was just instincts.

"Mira," His voice was low, husky and she liked it. He moved his lips to her neck and ear and he whispered into her ear soft, sweet words that made her melt.

His breath was warm on her skin, tickling her and she loved the feeling. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek before nibbling his ear.

He groaned at her kisses and he gently moved his pelvis into her own and she moaned at the contact.

He placed an arm under her waist and lifted her up to kiss her neck and sucked on her pulse point.

"Oh, Simon…" she said breathless, not sounding like herself but feeling good.

His hands slid down onto the edge of her shirt and he hesitated and it was in that moment of hesitation that she made her choice.

She wanted him and she wanted him now.

"Simon," she whispered as he slid his hand under her shirt and touched her smooth flat stomach.

"Hmm," he sounded so husky, it only fueled her choice.

"I want you…"

He stopped and stared at her, breathless from their kisses.

"Are you sure?" he didn't want her to regret something and he didn't want to push her.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I want you. Right now." She said truthfully and he searched her gaze for anything but only found the desire and lust in her eyes.

"Okay, right now."

He kissed her again and this time he didn't stop or hesitate.

His hands moved to her waist, underneath her shirt and she was suddenly replaced by an all consuming need to touch him.

She slipped her hands underneath his shirt, fingers sensually touching his muscled chest and stomach. He groaned and slid a hand up her back, leaving a tingling trail of goose bumps up her spine. She whimpered in his mouth.

She felt hot, ridiculously hot.

Slowly, he helped her take off her shirt, tossed it aside, leaving her in her bra and he saw her cheeks getting flushed.

She looked so perfect and he kissed her as his hands moved to her belly. Then slowly, they drifted upwards, passed the cottony swell of her bra, his fingers hooking onto the top of the lacy cups.

His fingers traced the bra straps up to her shoulders, so agonizingly slow that she thought she might faint from anticipation. She felt his fingertips slip the straps off her shoulders and she shivered.

He brushed past her breasts.

She moaned, her mind was filled with lust and she arched her back, wanting as much contact as possible.

Simon trailed kisses from her collarbone to the valley of her breasts. She arched her back, wanting as much contact as possible.

Her fingers found the hem of his shirt and she tugged and Simon helped her take it off and tossed it aside before returning his body to hers.

His right hand grabbed her left leg, slowly sliding up to her core. It was torture, filling her with desire to have him in her desperately.

She gasped as she felt his need rub against her inner thigh.

His hands found her jeans and he undid the zipper and pulled it down, she arched her hips to aid him in taking it off and he tossed it aside.

Then, he reached around her back when she arched it when they kissed and undid the clasp and tossed it aside.

Simon could feel his member throbbing in his constrictive jeans. Samira stood up on her elbows, and then pushed him down to take off his pants.

She aided him on slipping them off, tossing them across the floor to join her clothes.

He mounted her again, kissing her passionately, taking her breasts in his hands. They were soft yet firm, cushiony.

He broke away from her mouth leaving her gasping madly, and began to trail kisses down her neck, slowly to her chest down the valley of her mounds.

His hand slid up against her body, catching her breast in one of his hands, his lips traveling downwards against her throat, sucking on her pulse point.

"Oh…" she moaned as she pressed against his hip, desperate for contact. He quickly and swiftly removed her underwear and tossed it aside.

She felt something press hard against her pelvis, His nose rubbing underneath her chin. "Do you feel that Mira…?" he murmured. "That's how much I want you…" He bit her neck teasingly

Her hands tangled in his hair as she tried to pull him closer if it was any more possible.

Hesitantly, he took one into his mouth, sucking softly on her erect nipple while his other hand massaged the other.

She simply could not help it. Moaning, her back arched to give him more, and he gladly took it, his other hand now slipping under her to keep her back arched as he carried on sucking.

"Oh, god…yes…" she moaned out.

Slowly, he moved to the other. Her breathing was erratic as he massaged her back down gently, and returned his position on top of her.

Kissing her again, his hands slipped lower, tickling over her flat stomach as it moved further down.

She shivered again. Gently, he rested one of his hands on her hips, stroking lightly as his other carried on downwards until it reached the soft valley.

She moaned as his finger stroked the outside, teasing. His mouth broke away from her, and he buried his face under her jaw. She could feel his breathing.

Slowly, his finger found her entrance. It was already a little slick with moisture. His trailed around slightly, before slipping it in slowly. She gasped. Nobody had ever touched her down there. He brought his finger out slowly, marveling at the feel of her walls.

She reached between their bodies, her hand finding the hard bulge in his pants. He growled and strained against her. His lips and his hands and his body arousing her so badly she thought she may lose her mind.

She grabbed his erection and squeezed gently. He groaned in her ear as she continued to gently squeeze and move him and up, giving him pleasure.

His fingers began to move inside her in long, tender strokes and she moaned and groaned, "You're so wet, Mira," He growled. "And tight."

So, so tight, he thought.

He pulled his finger out a little, and then slowly slipped a second finger inside her. He watched her face closely and saw her close her eyes as she made a sound of pleasure.

He pushed a little deeper, feeling the barrier just past her entrance. "Deeper…" she moaned as she pushed her hips down into his finger.

They were breathing heavily, moaning as he continued to stretch and arouse her, wanting her to yell out his name.

Her hips were moving on his hand as he circled her sweet, sensitive spot.

He groaned as he felt her walls contract and mold around his fingers.

He moved them gently inside, groaning as she moaned in his ear and whispering words that aroused him.

He kissed her neck and used his other hand to play with her breast.

She gasped as he massaged her nipple and she arched her back into him.

"F-faster," she could barely get the word out. She kept squeezing and rubbing his erection, loving his fullness and so desperately wanted him inside her.

He complied only too willingly and moved his fingers faster feeling the increase in her movements.

He knew she was close, her breathing ragged, her increase in her movements, his own hips thrusting into her hand.

He was groaning against her neck and shoulders and her warmth seeped into him.

Not wanting to over excite her too soon, he pulled out. Slowly, he felt her hands running down his chest and he groaned. They broke apart, and he sat up, straddling her. She leaned up again, her hands going to the waistband of his underwear. She could fear his hard on pressing against her, and it was driving her mad!

He aided her in taking them off and tossed it aside.

He moved back on top of her slowly, moving down to place his face in her neck again. Using his knee, he managed to spread her legs, her eyes closing in nervousness.

He kissed her neck softly as he shifted his body. At the feel of his member resting just against her opening, she moaned, her eyes widening. She wanted him in her. Her whole body was craving him, her vagina begging to be filled.

He turned her face to press his lips against the small hollow under her ear. "Ready?" He whispered. She only nodded, closing her eyes again.

His head touched her opening, and slowly he slipped inside her. She gasped suddenly, causing him to stop. He gripped her back, hugging him to her.

He kissed her again, and she nodded in response. Gripping her shoulders, he carried on pushing into her. She tried not to whimper, but it was hard. It hurt... a lot.

Her tightness was killing him as he slid into her, the way she kept tightening as she got nervous almost driving him over the edge. He just wanted to ram into her.

Soon, he was fully submerged, breaking through the last small wall blocking them. She whimpered. They were both panting heavily.

"I'm sorry," he said. He knew it would hurt the first time.

"I know… just…wait…"

He stayed like that for a moment, simply inside her, waiting for her to give the go ahead. She herself wasn't sure if she wasn't to carry on.

It hurt... a lot. It felt weird but she was getting used to it.

She turned her head, kissing his hair as she whispered to him; "I'm okay... go on..." He nodded, his hands tightening on her shoulders as hers did the same wrapped around him.

Slowly, he began to pull out. She gasped as his length rubbed against her clit, causing a string of moans and groans escape from their both of their lips.

As he moved back in, she couldn't help but moan as it happened again. Becoming encouraged by her moaning, he began to set a pace, and their breathing became quick.

Her finger nails dug into his back as the pain was replaced by a pleasure that shook her. Lifting his head, he moved away from her neck to look into her eyes. His thrusting halted slightly and he stopped inside her.

She was gasping madly, trying to form words. His mouth was hung open as he felt his member throbbing for more.

"Sim…Simon!" She gasped, giving a shaky laugh. He nodded began his pace again, this time sat up on top of her rocking. As his pace began to speed up, she began to move with him.

Her hips began to thrust up against him back, their hips grinding together as she began to tremble more. "F...Faster... HARDER." She begged, and he complied only too willingly.

His head leaned back and his mouth hung open as he placed his hands on her hips, thrusting into her deeper and deeper. She was openly moaning now, loudly, shouting his name as well as other things.

"Oh, god, oh yes, please…"

"I know..." He would gasp. His rhythm had gone completely, and instead he was now merely pulling almost all the way out before ramming back into her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, digging him deeper into her.

He returned his head into the crook of her neck, kissing it slowly as he carried on thrusting.

"Just... a little more..." He whispered, his breathe hitching.

She moaned with him, thrusting up with him. He rammed into her harder, and she began to cry out. At last she trembled, her walls tightening around him. He grunted as he continued.

Finally, when she moved her hips with him harder and harder and whispering dirtily in his ear, did he released alongside with her.

They both began to feel it, the building, the tension, the unexplainable light that began burning within them.

And then it happened, an overwhelming explosion of pure pleasure, love, warmth, comfort… everything.

Every feeling, every emotion that they possessed for one another filled and overwhelmed both of them and seemed to last forever.

He slumped down above her, exhausted. Slowly, she released her death hold around him.

When it began to fade, Samira realized Simon had collapsed against her chest, shuddering with aftershocks of the euphoric feeling they both had experienced.

Slowly, he pulled out of her and lay next to her.

His arms wrapped lazily around her holding against him. She nuzzled his chest with her cheek and clung to him, never wanting to let, never wanting to be separated.

"I love you," he whispered into her luscious hair.

"I love you" Her voice was hoarse from the shouting and she realized she did, she really did love him.

He wrapped them with the blankets and they held each other as they dozed off, entwined with one another