So Many Reasons Why (So Many Reasons 1)

“Oh he would be.” I could hear muffled sounds on his end.

“I'd lick the tip of your penis, before taking you completely in my mouth. Your tip would be pressing against the back of my throat.” I whispered. “And then I'd-”

“Hey what the hell? What is this then?”

I jumped, trying to pull my skirt down and sit up on the bed at the same time. Tom stood at the edge of my bed, an accusing look on his face.

“You were having phone sex!” He shrieked, laughing hysterically. Oh shit. In the distance I could hear Simon calling my name. I must have dropped the phone during the interruption. “Don't let me stop you.” Smirked Tom, obviously very pleased to have discovered this. I'm sure he was thinking how long he could hold this over me for. I knew Cass would know, probably within the hour.

“Simon, I have to go.” I said tightly

“What exactly did he catch you doing?” Simon asked, amused.

“Same thing you were doing at work, I'm sure.” I shot back. I hung up on him laughing loudly. I suppose that counted as a happy ending. I turned my attention to Tom.

“Thanks mate.” I slapped Tom on the back. “Nice work.”

Tom laughed, ignoring my obvious sexual frustration. “Hey if you'd told me I wouldn't have barged in.” He protested. “If you need a hand...”

“Piss off.” I growled.

Tom eventually left. He had wanted to sleep over, apparently under orders from Simon, but I refused. It was still pretty early, only 9pm. I switched on the news with a bucket of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream. My current obsession. If I couldn’t have sex with Simon I would eat ice cream, dammit. I spooned down mouthfuls of half melted ice cream. How the hell was I supposed to get through two weeks without him? I barely coped with two days.

And what if his boss decided he needed to stay away from me longer. Or worse, permanently? Feeling sick from an overdose of ice cream, I trudged off to bed.

“So any idea how much longer?” It was the fifth day Simon and I had spent apart. I was getting desperate.

“Hopefully not much longer. I miss you so much.” The stress was beginning to show in his voice. I had no idea how much shit he was taking at work from his colleagues about our relationship.

“And Derek?” I asked nervously. Simon would tell me of any movements in the case, I knew that, but I struggled to hold the fear at bay. Every gap in the curtain, I wondered if he was looking in. Which was utterly ridiculous, considering he’d need a hell of a ladder.

“Still with his mother.” He paused for a moment. “Listen Em, I’m going to come over tonight. I need to see you. This being away from you is tearing me apart.” Part of me wanted to scream how bad an idea that was. The other part of me wanted so desperately to see him.

“That’s a bad idea.”

“No, Em. It’s a great idea.” He hung up before I could argue. Staring at the phone, I smiled. I’d be seeing him tonight.

“Em?”

Yawning, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I struggled to sit up. Why was I on the couch? Then I remembered I had been waiting for Simon to arrive. Brushing the wrinkles out of my strapless silk dress, I stumbled to the door.

“Hey baby.” He smiled at me, reaching out his hand to touch my hair. “You are so adorable, even with sleep hair.” Tuning toward the mirror, I gasped and tried to fix my wayward hair. Simon reached out, intercepting my hands. “Don’t. I like it.” He kept hold of my hands as we moved inside. He trailed his fingers up my arm, until his hand rested on my neck. He pulled me in, kissing me, his tongue circling mine. Both hands wandered up to my hair, his grasp pulling me close, his lips still firmly on mine.

“Fuck I’ve missed you so much Emma.” He mumbled into my neck. He pulled down my dress, exposing my breasts. He knelt down, pulling the dress down with him until I stood before him in only my panties. He kissed my stomach, massaging my breasts with one hand, the other hand tugging at my panties. “These need to go.” He growled. I laughed as he ripped the flimsy material off me.

“You owe me a new pair.” I giggled, as he hoisted me up onto the kitchen bench. The coldness of the marble against my rear made me gasp.

“I’ll buy you a hundred pairs if it means I can rip another 99 pairs from you.” He forced me back onto the bench. He struggled to undo his pants with his large erection. I laughed as he fumbled with the zip. He looked up, amused.

“Something funny?” He asked dryly, which made me laugh even harder. He shook his head as he wiggled out of his pants. “Maybe you need to be taught a lesson.” He pulled my legs into him, hard, sending me sprawling backward on the bench, still giggling. My giggles soon turned into moans as his pushed his way inside me. I clutched onto the edge of the bench.

“I love you so much Emma. It’s been hell being away from you.” He panted, his thrusts getting faster and deeper. Finally, he reached his climax. I pulled myself up, hugging him while he was still inside me. We kissed deeply, both so hungry for each other.

“I love you too, Simon.” My hands gripped his head as I planted another kiss on his lips. “More than you’ll ever know.”

My midnight rendezvous with Simon had been great, but now I just missed him even more. He’d stayed until four in the morning, and after sex in the kitchen, the lounge, on the balcony, and in the bed, he had finally left. With all my assignments finished for the semester, I had nothing to do but mope. Not even Dr Phil could help me. I continually checked my phone for emails and texts from Simon. Nothing yet. I threw myself on the couch in disgust.

It was only 10am. I’d already dealt with a call from mum, and Cass, both calling to check on me. In both conversations I’d left out the details of Simon’s