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Modern Courtship

Chapter 4

Simon once again woke up before Daphne, though this time he didn't close his eyes when she opened hers. She blinked slowly, then met his eyes with a sleepy smile.

"It's creepy to watch someone sleep," she informed him, planting a kiss on his jaw. He grinned like a wolf.

"Not when the woman is such a vision when she sleeps," he replied, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She sighed happily into his mouth and pushed herself more tightly against him.

"It's too bad we came to your dorm instead of my apartment after the party. I could've made you breakfast in bed," Simon traced lazy patterns on the back on her shoulder.

"While a kitchen would be nice to have, I'm simply grateful to have my own washroom. Communal showers are the very worse part of university life," she faked a shudder. Simon's lazy smile turned seductive.

"Daphne Bridgerton," he asked in mock outrage. "Are you asking me to shower with you?" Daphne's eyes darkened as she felt herself instantly moisten at his question.

"Well, I wasn't," she began, throwing the covers off and standing naked before him. "But that is a marvelous idea." She grabbed his hand as he laughed and pulled him to her private bathroom. She leaned into the shower to turn it on and he took the opportunity to grab her hips and press his already rock hard erection against her backside. She gasped in surprise, as heat pooled once more between her legs. He trailed kisses along her back, gripped her tightly and grinding his hips against her. She tried to spin around to speed things along, but he held her firmly in place.

"Carry on with what you were doing," he commanded, sliding one hand up her side until he could cup her breast. He gave her nipple a quick pinch, before kneading the soft mound of flesh. She adjusted the temperature until steam was filling the bathroom. He released her hip and breast in one motion, stepping back. She groaned at his absence, then climbed into the shower with him right behind her. He spun her so her back pressed against his front once again, pushing them both under the spray of the showerhead. His hands explored every inch of her as she sighed and moaned until his skillful fingers, except for where she needed him most.

"You are truly the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on," he murmured against her neck as he trailed hot kisses wherever he could. "Especially when you're soaking wet." He bit down on her earlobe and she let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a gasp.

"Simon," she gasped out. "I need you." He chuckled against her skin, biting her shoulder.

"I'm well aware of that fact," his finger grazed her outer lip and her legs began to give out. He held her upright in his strong arms, finally running a single finger over her slit. "Like I said before, soaking wet."

"You are a cad and a tease and-" she was cut off when he pushed two fingers into her waiting entrance without warning. She cried out and jerked her hips against his hand. He twisted his thumb to rub against her clit as he plunged his fingers in and out at just the right pace.

"You were saying?" he wrapped his hand that wasn't working her into a frenzy lightly around her throat, tilting her head back against his shoulder. All she could do in response was whimper in pleasure. "That's what I thought." He squeezed gently, then ran his fingers along the slender column of her neck, lips brushing against her temple. He added a third finger to her eager body and pressed his thumb against her clit, causing stars to explode in her vision. Her inner walls convulsed around his fingers as she came hard.

"Fuck," she breathed, stepping away from him. Her legs shook as she turned to face him. He was grinning down at her, eyes nearly black with lust. She leaned in to kiss his chest, then dropped to her knees.

"Daphne," he warned. She looked up at him, water spraying into her eyes and fixed him with a sultry grin. She wrapped one hand around the base of his manhood, cupping his balls in the other. His eyes closed and head fell back, a long moan falling from his lips. She smiled in victory before leaning forward to run her tongue along the bottom vein of his dick. His eyes flew open, hands tangling in her hair. She swirled her tongue around the head before taking him into her mouth. She sucked lightly at first, massaging his balls. A growl ripped from his throat and he pushed his hips forward. Daphne would've smiled if her mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. She bobbed her head, taking as much of his length into her mouth as possible. Satisfaction filled her at the sounds he was making. She felt him begin to pulse in her mouth and he moved to pull her away but she held firm, scraping her teeth along his hardened shaft. He hissed as his hips jerked involuntarily and his warm seed shot into her mouth. She continued her assault on his most sensitive flesh until he was spent, swallowing his cum greedily. She released him with a small pop, and smirked up at him seductively.

"You vixen," he groaned, pulling her to her feet and kissing her deeply. She sighed happily into his mouth. He helped her wash her hair and they took turns soaping up each others sweaty bodies. As Daphne trailed her sudsy hands down his chest and stomach, she couldn't help but notice Simon's dick once again hardening.

"Someone's ready for round two," she murmured, hands stroking him softly. He groaned and his head fell against her shoulder.

"You are going to be the death of me," he informed her, not sounding like he minded that in the least. He spun her around, pushing her forward so her hands were pressed against the shower wall. He gently pushed her head forward so she bent at the waist and nudged her legs apart. He rubbed his finger along her slit, checking her readiness. She grunted and tried to thrust against him. He chuckled deep in his throat, lining up his throbbing cock with her warm entrance. She pushed backwards causing his tip to enter her slightly. He pulled back just enough to drag his little head along her slit. He continued slowly running just his tip up and down her slit until she was practically dripping. The sounds falling from her mouth varied between mews of utter pleasure and curses that he was taking too long. He suddenly dropped his hand from his own member, causing it to lose contact with her body, as it stood straining upward.

"Wha-" she started to ask but was cut short when he suddenly guided himself back to her waiting heat and thrusted all the way forward, burying himself to the hilt. His balls slapped against her clit and she shrieked, climax hitting hard. Her legs shook and if it wasn't for his arm firmly around her waist, she was certain she would have collapsed. He began wildly thrusting his hips into her, hitting a spot inside of her she didn't realize existed. His frantic motions drew out her orgasm until he was right on the precipice of his own. With on last thrust and an animalistic grunt, he pulled out of her and spent himself on the shower floor. He helped her to stand up and moved to rinse her off, causing another shriek to spill from her mouth. The water had turned to ice in their escapades. They made quick work to rinse the aftermath of their passion off, then stepped out of the shower. Simon wrapped Daphne in a towel, securing another around his own waist.

"Now, then," he stated. "Shall we get dressed and head to my apartment for breakfast?" Daphne's stomach growled, her body clearly likely that idea. She nodded, still feeling unable to form coherent words. They dried off and dressed quickly, stealing kisses along the way and before she knew it, they were in his car. She leaned back against the headrest, eyeing him out of the corner of her eye.

"What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I just can't even begin to believe that you're as into me as I am to you," she admitted, honestly. He grunted but said nothing. Daphne picked at imaginary lint on her black leggings that she'd donned, suddenly feeling a little foolish.

"Why is it that you still live in an apartment when your father left you a mansion-sized estate?" she changed the subject, heart clenching at his lack of response to her honesty. He glanced at her as the light they sat at turned green, looking startled.

"My father was a vile man," he said, voice gruff. "I have nothing but negative memories at that home. I've been trying to sell it but no one that has wanted to buy has been willing to keep the staff on their payroll. They are all wonderful people and do not deserve to be vacated from a house that has been their home for more than a few decades." Daphne's heart then shattered at the thought of Simon having such a horrible childhood. He didn't elaborate further and she didn't expect him to. A thought crossed her mind and her mouth decided to voice it before she could do anything about it.

"Perhaps you shouldn't sell it then," she said, pragmatically. "Perhaps you should make happy memories in all the rooms you associate with negative ones. And then continue to make even more to tip the balance in the favor of good." They had arrived at his apartment building and he parked the car, staying silent for a moment. He slowly turned to her, a look of bewildered wonder on his face.

"I suppose that's an idea," he sounded hesitant. "For now, let's go make some breakfast." Daphne nodded her agreement and they set off. Once inside the apartment, Simon stripped his shirt from the night before off and grabbed a plain black t-shirt.

"You don't have to put that on on my account," Daphne teased. Simon laughed, seeming to forget the heavier topics that came up in the car.

"I'm afraid if I don't, I'll never be able to make sure you're fed," he fixed her with a mock glare. She gasped in mock indignation, placing a hand to her chest.

"I'm not that insatiable," she insisted. "And I do have some self-control." He rose an eyebrow again, then pulled the tee over his head and onto his body. She huffed in mock annoyance, then watched as he moved around the kitchen, making French toast and bacon. Her favorite breakfast and she didn't even have to tell him. Soon after, they were sitting at his small table, chatting about nothing and everything as they ate. Once their plates were clean, Daphne stood up and began taking dishes to the sink.

"What are you doing?" he asked, curiosity clear in his voice.

"The dishes?" she returned. "It is common that if one cooks, the other cleans." He shook his head and stood as well, striding over and pulling her hands away from the plate she had began to wash.

"When you are with me," he said clearly. "You needn't lift a finger." Daphne felt her breath leave her lungs. His desire to take care of her in every aspect was both admirable and frustrating. She was always the type that liked to pull her own weight, but having someone that wanted to wait on her was kind of heady and intoxicating. He leaned down to capture her lips in one of his searing kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands found her ass, squeezing roughly before snaking down to her thighs and hoisting her easily into his arms. He plopped her on top of the kitchen counter, moving his lips to her neck where he sucked and nipped, marking her skin with love bites. She gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot, clinging to his shoulders with all her might.

"Simon," she breathed, scratching the back of his head lightly. "Never stop touching me."

"As you wish," he said, solemnly. His hand found her clothed center and rubbed soft circles against her. She tried to slide closer but was unable in their positions. He smirked up at her, finding her waistband and sliding his hand inside. He was immediately met with soft flesh, meeting her eyes with surprise.

"Underwear didn't seem very important, in light of our morning activities," she explained, shrugging. He smiled wolfishly, fingers finding her clit and rubbing circles on it. She rolled her hips in a circle, needing far more friction. He pulled away, licking his finger. She whimpered at the loss.

"Touch yourself for me," he instructed, leading her hand to her own breast. She suddenly felt like the room was about a million degrees. She kept her eyes locked on his, squeezing her own soft mound. She pushed her shirt down, taking one cup of her bra with it and pinched her nipple. His eyes followed her finger as she swirled it around her pink flesh. She slowly moved her hand down her torso, inching towards her aching core and then a loud knock sounded on the door. She yelped, jumping down from the counter. She opened her mouth to ask if he was expecting someone but was cut off by a booming male voice.

"Basset!" Anthony Bridgerton, her eldest brother yelled through the door. "I know you're home, mate! I saw your car!" Simon and Daphne locked eyes, then he led her to his bedroom, putting a finger to his lips and shutting the door before going to see what her brother needed.

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