“Hey, how did it go?” Her voice was low. Immediately, I was suspicious.
“Why are you talking so softly?”
“I might have a friend over.”
“Cass!” I groaned.
“What?’ She whined. “You were supposed to distract me tonight. This is your fault.” She added glumly.
“Bent penis again?” I didn’t need to ask, but I liked torturing her. She muttered something in response.
“Anyway, back onto you.” Cass swiftly changed the subject. “What happened with the ex? Was she an utter bitch? A fat cow?”
“The complete opposite. She was so nice!” Clearly I was still reeling. “Cass it should be a crime for someone to be that nice. And it wasn’t even that sickly sweet fake nice. No, she was just plain old lovely. I suggested she stop past for coffee.”
“Em!” Shrieked Cass “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Because she was so nice!” A male voice grumbled something about the time, and work, in the background.
“Cass I have to go. I will call you tomorrow.”
“Okay. Have fun.” I said pointedly, to which Cass giggled.
“Simon?” My watch read it was just after midnight. The ringing of the phone had woken me up. I’d fallen asleep on the couch.
“Hey Em. Mind if I stop by?”
“Course not.” I smiled, yawning.
“Good.” Simon breathed. “I'm on my way there now.
I liked this.
I liked this a lot.
I picked out a lacy red bra and a matching pair of panties. Over them I threw my silk, short dressing gown. Doing up the tie, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked incredibly sexy, the dressing gown was much shorter than I remembered. Was that sending the wrong message from a girl who wanted to move slowly? Before I could question my choice, the doorbell rang. Butterflies stumbled around my stomach as I raced to the door.
“Wow.”
“Hey.” I tugged at the hem of my dressing gown. Simon stared at me, shocked. His eyes trailed up my legs, then he blushed. “Blushing, Mr Anderson? Is something wrong?” He coloured even further.
“You’d understand if you were seeing what I am seeing. The thoughts I’m having about you right now, Em.” He leaned in and moved the edge of the gown slightly over, his finger touching my breast in the process. I breathed in sharply.
“Come in.” He walked past me, throwing his phone and keys on the table.
“I cannot tell you how good it is to see you.” He whispered. He was close to me now, so close. His hand trailed down my back as he kissed me. “You are dangerous, wearing this.” He pulled down the gown revealing my shoulders. The tie loosened, as he kissed me forcefully on my neck. I felt the dressing gown slip away from my body. Simon stepped back momentarily.
“You are so beautiful.” He ran his hands over my breasts, down around my waist. “I can’t tell you how much I want you, Emma.” I grabbed his hand. He looked up at me, surprised, until he realised I was guiding him into the bedroom. “Are you sure?” I kissed him in response. He lifted one leg high onto his hip. I could feel his erect penis pressing against his pants. I gasped as his fingers played with the edges of my panties. His fingers brushed against my entrance, the touch rippling through my body.
“Oh god.” My leg inched higher on his hip, giving him better access to me. He chuckled, obviously amused at my forcefulness.
“Are you enjoying this?” He teased, his finger circling me. I pushed myself against him hard, trying to force his finger deeper inside me. He chuckled again. “Not so fast.” He lifted me completely onto his hips and carried me to the bedroom. He stood at the foot of my bed, throwing me backwards onto the bed.
“God Em, you are so beautiful.” He stared at me, running his hands through his hair. I watched as he undid his shirt. Disposing it on the floor, he climbed onto the bed, until he towered over me. He fingered the middle of my bra, tracing the fabric around my back to the clasp. He kissed my neck as his other hand worked to undo the clasp. Like an expert, he pulled the bra away, revealing my breasts. He gently kissed my nipples. My back arched as I screamed out. I lifted my thighs as he slid my panties down.
“Now for the fun part.” He raised his eyebrows as I looked at him, confused. He pulled my legs apart. Realisation hit me about the same time his tongue hit my clitoris.
“Oh good god!” I hollered, jerking my hips upward. My fingers ran through his hair as he circled his tongue expertly. The pressure of the building orgasm inside me began to explode. I grabbed a handful of Simon’s hair and burrowed his face deeper into me.