He groaned as her fingers laced through his hair and the pace of his erotic assault quickened. She was totally at his mercy as he tormented her with his tongue, lapping at her hungrily.
A loud cry escaped her throat, his furious licking dragging her to the brink of bliss. Her body started writhing as the pleasure mounted, each wave more exquisite than the last.
As her orgasm ripped through her she exhaled a loud, breathy moan of his name.
Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat so strong she thought it might shatter her ribcage. She struggled to catch her breath as pleasure jolted through her entire body.
Simon pulled his mouth away from her to plant a kiss on her inner thigh. The sensation of his wicked mouth on her skin made her tingle all over.
“I’m not finished with you,” he growled out in warning.
Heather laughed breathlessly. “And I’m not finished with you.”
She had been at his mercy and been rewarded for it. Now, it was her turn to pleasure him.
Her lips curved into a saucy smile and she motioned for him to join her on the sofa.
He got to his feet, tossed off his boxer briefs, and got on the couch with her. Her heart was still hammering like crazy, but she was more than ready for another round with him. Especially now that she could see that he was just as aroused as she was. He was hard, the sight of huge his erection making her lick her lips. Brazenly, she took the condom out of his hand and ripped the wrapper open.
“May I?” she asked.
“Yes,” he choked out with a nod.
In one quick motion she sheathed him with the condom and placed her hands on his broad shoulders to get him down on his back.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he lay his head on the armrest. “Heather...”
“Let me take care of you,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“How could I say no to that?” He reached for her, taking her hips in his large hands. “Are you ready, Heather?”
“Yes.” She arched her back to propel herself forward until she could prop herself up with her hands on the armrest, her legs straddling him.
With his hands still on her hips she lowered herself onto his erection, slowly letting his hardness fill her. Her sex clenched around him, trying to milk every inch of the throbbing length of him.
His groan spurred her on and she rocked into him, setting a rhythmic pace. The grip he had on her hips tightened even more, as if he never wanted to let go of her.
This moment was everything she’d ever wanted. Knowing that her anguish hadn’t driven them apart made her grind into him faster. She was desperate to show him the pleasure he had shown her. Desperate to have power over his body when she had so little control over everything else.
When they were together like this, nothing could come between them. Every time they made love it was like they were giving their innermost selves to each other. Baring their souls by baring their bodies.
A guttural groan tore from him and she could tell he was on the verge of his own release. Sweat broke out across her skin as she rode him faster, harder, letting his manhood impale her while she sought release for both of them.
When his erection spasmed inside her she knew that he had climaxed, and another orgasm tore through her so hard and fast that she lost control and collapsed on top of him.
Their breathing was labored, mingling until she didn’t know where her breaths began and his ended. For a moment, she felt like they were so connected to each other that they didn’t need to even speak to understand one another. His heart beating beneath her ear was all she needed to hear to understand him.
His arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Finding solace in his arms chased so much of the pain away. When Simon had told her the truth about Gary, she felt as if she had been broken into a million pieces. But then, the pleasure he had given her put her back together again. He had not only made her stronger, but had made her whole. Maybe the news about her ex-husband would always leave cracks, but she was still in one piece thanks to Simon’s love.
She squeezed her eyes shut, the emotions in the aftermath of her orgasm threatening to render her speechless. “I love you, Simon,” she breathed.
“I love you, too,” he whispered. “Forever.”
LATER, WHEN SHE HAD freshened up and put her clothes back on, she opened the front door to let him out. Ordinarily, she would ask him to stay the night, but Finn was going to be home that night and she didn’t think her son was ready for such a significant step. She wasn’t either. Not in their house. Not after the time Gary—she forced the thought from her mind. She was going to do things right by Finn. That’s all that mattered.