Page 7 of Simon Says

They left hiking shoes and puffy vests outside the sleeping bag before climbing in together, then zipped up. As soon as they were cocooned together, the full force of sexual tension hit Simon like a physical blast of energy, a palpable living thing. The air seemed to hum with electricity. And, even fully clothed, Sorcha’s proximity, and availability, was easily the most erotic thing that he’d ever experienced.

She didn’t give him a chance to decide where to begin. She pressed her body into his in deliciously demanding ways as she pressed her mouth to his, playfully pretending to resist his tongue. The result of that made his cock hard as the old stones she’d talked about.

“So glad you’re wearing a skirt,” he smiled as he pulled the material up her long legs.

“It’s the best way to accomplish a private pee out here.”

Simon supposed that must be true, but didn’t want to contemplate the problem of relief options for females when camping. He was too busy trying to get her panties down her body within the confines of the sleeping bags, while she was intent on unzipping his jeans.

“What if someone comes?” Simon asked.

“Well, we will no’ get out to greet them, will we?”

He reasoned that, if she could be so casual about sex out in the open, he could manage to set modesty aside. All questions of impropriety vanished when she freed his zipper and plunged her hand into his pants to take him into a grip that made him gasp with pleasure.

“Sorcha, I didn’t bring condoms. I really didn’t think that…”

“Shhh. Do you no’ know anything about us? We can neither get nor give ugly diseases.” Pushing his jeans down his hips as she smiled against his mouth, she said, “Just pleasure.”

He groaned at the implications in her purr, but managed to keep his head long enough to ask, “What about pregnancy?”

Sorcha’s hesitation was so brief he wouldn’t have noticed it. “There will be no pregnancy.”

The way she said it led Simon to believe she knew it for a fact. And he believed her.

When she had his jeans around his thighs she straddled him in frog position and used her hand to guide him inside.

Simon had spent years practicing a brand of lazy build foreplay because he’d learned that patience reaped the greatest benefits, but he was more than happy to ditch slow burn for fast now since it was clear that was what Sorcha wanted. Badly.

He groaned as she pushed down on him. He thought he knew the pleasures of the flesh, but he’d never felt anything quite like the fae girl who had just lifted her body away from his so that she could slide upward and back. Slowly.

Now she wants slow?

Simon was so worked up, he was desperate for more friction. He took hold of her hips and tried to force her to move faster, but the effort just made Sorcha laugh and she continued to set a leisurely pace that was torture.

“Gods, you’re strong. And killing me.”

“Killin’ ye?” He took her face in both hands and kissed her so thoroughly she forgot what she was doing. “Very well, human. You shall have anything you ask.”

Simon wasn’t sure whether to believe that ‘anything’ meant ‘anything’, but he was optimistic. As she quickened the pace his body flexed, rising away from the ground like he was seeking to somehow get even closer. Somewhere deep in his heart, as Sorcha moved against him with such ecstatic precision, he knew that he loved everything about the fae.

The sound of her laugh.

The smell of her hair.

The feel of her body.

The exotic look of her eyes that looked like honey on fire.

Even the way she demanded sex on her terms.

He almost laughed out loud when he realized the word that had crossed his mind was smitten. He’d never thought he might want a woman of his own. He certainly never thought he’d call himselfsmitten. But he wanted Sorcha. When she came in a spectacular explosion of feminine fireworks the likes of which he’d never before experienced, he realized that he needed to see that again and again and again.

He flipped them over so that she was on her back, which wasn’t as easy as it sounds within the confines of the conjoined sleeping bags, and was shocked to realize that she was building again. When she came a second time, gripping his cock in a deliciously relentless pulsing squeeze, he yelled out, which was a first for him.

As he lay there panting, thinking perhaps he’d just seen heaven, a plan began to form in his mind. He was keeping her. He’d have to go slow so as to not scare her away. Because somewhere between Sorcha nuzzling his neck and biting his earlobe, he’d made up his mind he wanted her forever.

When he raised himself up on his elbows to peer down at her, she giggled at his flushed look of male smugness and satisfaction.

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