So Many Reasons Why (So Many Reasons 1)

“You are so damn beautiful.” Simon pushed his hand up my skirt, pulling both it and my panties down in one swift movement. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside. He guided me back onto the bed, edging my knees apart. Pulling himself on top of me, I could feel his hardness teasing me, making me even wetter. I thrust my body upward, trying to force him inside of me.

“So eager.” He teased, amused. He kissed me again, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He pulled away from me.

“What are you doing?” I said confused. He stopped just short of my stomach, his smile widening.

“I'm playing, Miss Mancelli.”

“Oh GOD!” I cried, as he worked away with his tongue. I instinctively grasped the back of his head, grinding him into me. I ignored his muffled laugh, as his tongue continued to stroke me, each touch lifting me higher. My body finally releasing into the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced.

“Stop, stop, oh please, Fuck!” I cried, writhing from side to side, yet not releasing my grip on his hair. He slowed, his tongue still inside me. “Oh god. Oh Wow.” I groaned, jumping at every touch, but not quite ready to pull myself away. Each touch felt like I was being shocked with a thousand volts of electricity. My body jerked in response to the overwhelming intensity of the orgasm.

Finally, when I couldn’t take another moment of him inside me I frantically pushed him away from me.

“Did you enjoy that, my dear?” he kissed me again, his kisses trailing down to my breasts. “So beautiful.”

I reached my hand out. He was hard. Very hard. I leaned down to kiss him, pulling him on top of me. I positioned my legs wider apart, allowing his hardness to fall at my entrance. He breathed in deeply. He lifted himself above me again, allowing me to wrap my legs around him. He didn't take his eyes off me when he entered me. I gasped, biting my lip. Each thrust filled me more, causing me to gasp with delight. His thrusts became more urgent as he held onto my leg, lifting it higher.

“Oh my god you feel so good. You're so wet. So tight.” He groaned. “So damn tight.” I clenched, wanting to feel him deep inside me. I could feel he was about to come.

“I love you, Simon.” I whispered, gasping as he pushed into me harder and harder. I felt him explode inside me, his warmth filling me as he orgasmed.

“God Em, what am I going to do without you for a whole two days.” He groaned. He lifted himself off me and collapsed next to me. We were both covered in the sticky smell of sex. He was panting hard. I smiled.

“Did I feel good?” I asked shyly, knowing the answer already.

“You have to ask?” He laughed. “You felt amazing.” He pulled me into his arms.

Chapter Sixteen

I clicked word count. Surely I had to be above a thousand words by now. I’d been sitting at the computer for close to two hours. Only four hundred words? How the hell was that possible? I blushed, thinking about last night. I knew exactly how it was possible.

Simon. I couldn't keep my thoughts off him. I wondered what he was doing now. I grabbed my phone and dialled. A five minute break wouldn't hurt right? Yes, I was kidding myself, but what the hell. Maybe he would inspire me. He picked up after two rings.

“Mr Anderson, I hear you’re good at problem solving. That you really like to get under things and work up through them.”

“Is that so? Well I do try very hard...” His voice trailed out. I giggled. This was way better than some stupid essay.

“Mm I love it when you’re hard.” I whispered. I was trying my very best to sound sultry

“Careful Em, I'm at work.” He said sharply. I bit my lip. That sounded like a challenge, and I loved challenges. I could picture him, sitting at his desk, a room full of students. I could hear the unease in his voice. He was nervous about what I’s say next. This control was such a turn on.

“Well I wouldn’t want to be inappropriate, Mr Anderson. I won’t talk about the bubble bath I just took, or how I just touched myself thinking about what I want to do to you.”

“Shit!” He cursed, his voice low and gravelly. “I am in the middle of an exam room with 200 students and you’re getting me hard”

“I hope nobody asks for help then.” I teased “How would you explain that one?”

“I'm going now Em.”

“I can't wait till Sunday. I'm going to suck you so-”

“Goodbye!” The dial tone rang in my ear. I collapsed on the couch in fits of giggles. The bastard hung up on me. He was so going to pay for that!

Saturdays were the worst. They were put aside strictly for cleaning. If I didn't have a day set aside for cleaning I'd never do it. Saturday always seemed like a good day for it, because it’

s not like I had a social life to work into my schedule. Today I decided to tackle the couch. Orange hairs covered the fabric like a blanket. Carol glared at me, clearly offended.

"Paranoid much?" I tickled behind her ear. She arched her back and purred. I swear she winked at me. I tossed up between the vacuum cleaner and a dust brush. Vacuum cleaner won.