Fuck It (Yama Yama)

“Bedroom?” I murmur, and he gets to his feet with me in his arms. The way he stalks toward the bedroom makes me laugh. He’s a man on a mission.

Placing me on my feet, he grasps my hair, tilts my head back and kisses me like no one ever has before. My hands have a mind of their own and they travel to his ass, squeezing. Damn, his ass is firm. I could do this all night.

His lips trail down my neck, leaving little licking kisses in their wake while he cups my breast, running his thumb over my nipple that quickly stands at attention. He unzips my dress and brings it down over my shoulders, letting his mouth explore my collarbone before drawing the dress down to my waist where it falls to the floor. The heat in his gaze as I stand before him in a black lace bra and panties leaves me with no doubt he wants this as much as I do.

Reaching over his head, he yanks off his shirt. Light, silky curls cover his chest, and I run my fingers through them. I love chest hair and I’ll never get why guys started waxing it. His breath catches when I play with his nipple. Hmm, I’ll remember that.

“You aren’t wearing superhero underwear too, are you?” I tease, sliding my hand down the front of his jeans.

“Would that be a deal breaker?” he asks through a smile, reaching to unclasp my bra and add it to the pile of clothes at our feet.

“Depends. Spiderman? No. Batman? We might have a problem.”

Chuckling, he takes off his jeans and underwear in one swoop, and damn. My mouth waters as my vagina shrieks and tries to hide. That is a lot of cock.

“Lydia, if you keep looking at it like that, I’m not going to last two minutes. Now get on the bed so I can lick you until you scream.”

Whoa. Where did that come from? Soft spoken, laid back Simon is gone and has been replaced by a gravel voiced man giving orders that I can’t follow fast enough. I scoot backwards on the bed, and he follows, hooking his fingers in my panties and pulling them off.

My muscles clench when his head dips between my legs and my whole body jerks at the feel of his warm, wet tongue. “Simon,” I gasp, my hand fisting in his hair.

“Pull all you want, sweetheart. I’m not stopping until I feel you come on my tongue.”

His words alone nearly shove me over, and I grab a pillow to muffle my cries, aware there’s a kid sleeping just down the hall. His tongue works in slow, tight circles, and when he presses a finger inside of me, I’m gone. I’ve never come so fast in my life.

Vaguely, I hear the crackle of a condom wrapper as I come down from my high. Simon crawls up my body, kissing and licking while I run my hands over his back, feeling every line and muscle.

“It’s been a while,” I confess. Yeah, nearly two years constitutes a while.

I’m rewarded with a soft smile. “I’ll go easy.”

Easy or not, the man is freaking huge, and I have to grit my teeth when he slides inside me. I ride the line between pleasure and pain, but pleasure wins out as he rocks slowly, delving deeper with each thrust.

“That’s it. You can take me.”

Not only is he gifted, but he can move like a stripper whose rent is due. Groaning, I grasp his ass and wrap my legs around him as he increases his pace. Fuck, it feels amazing. I can feel an orgasm building that I know will make the last one seem like a tickle.

“Simon…fuck…don’t stop…so close.”

He’s stolen my ability to speak in complete sentences, and by the look on his face, he’s loving my reaction. His arms wrap around my back, pulling me up onto his lap, and I grip his shoulders, slamming down onto him, taking what I want without a thought in my head.

“Fuck. Lydia.” He growls, and shoves his tongue in my mouth, swallowing my cries as I’m overcome by the violent sensations tearing through my body. He thrusts up into me fast and hard before his hands tighten on my waist, and he stills, burying his face in my neck as he finds his release.

We stay that way for a minute, arms wrapped around one another, his head resting on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm.”

Chuckling, he lifts his head and cups my face. I love it when he does that. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Who needs to walk anyway? It’s totally overrated.”

He presses a soft kiss to my lips, and I have the urge to lie down and cuddle up with him. Which means it’s time to go. I need to remember we’re just fucking, no feelings involved.