Page 83 of Rook of Ruin
I touch his face, lean forward, and kiss right below his earlobe. My mouth trails down his neck, and when he shivers, I wrap my arms around his neck and tug him closer.
“What I want is you. Now,” I murmur in his ear. Simon loses all self-control. He pulls me to the edge of the chaise, spreads my legs, and sees my aching need. His eyes go wild. Simon kisses up my thigh, our breathing ragged, full of desire. The smallest touch of his tongue, and I’m panting. He licks and sucks, slowly, shamelessly showing how much he enjoys being between my thighs.
“You taste fucking delicious.” Simon slides one finger inside me, then I let out a moan and let my head drop back. His slow, steady rhythm allows me to adjust to his finger until he slides a second one in. Simon groans, plunging his fingers deeper while he sucks on my clit. I cry out, my release so close that I tremble. Simon speeds up, and that’s all it takes for waves of pleasure to burst through me.
I groan his name loudly, and he rides out my pleasure until I practically collapse. Simon gently removes his mouth, his fingers still pumping inside me. He watches every breath I take, body flushed, sweat dripping off my skin.
Simon’s mouth finds mine again, and he lays me back against the arm of the chaise, his fingers still sliding in and out of me. He moves between my legs, and too slowly, pulls his fingers out.
“I need you,” he says roughly.
“So take me,” I reply just as rough.
Simon leans back and gazes into my eyes as he slides into me. His thick cock stretches me out, but he goes slowly, tenderly, trying not to hurt me. My hands slide up his chest, onto his shoulders, and down his back. He slowly moves his hips, then pulls out slightly.
“Hells, Orlaith, you’re so wonderfully tight.” Simon pushes in deeper and slowly pulls out again. Then he picks up speed, and I begin to roll my hips. He groans loudly, driving deeper and going faster. I grip his back, clawing before I press against the velvet arm of the chaise for support.
CRACK!
The chaise shakes beneath us, threatening to break with each thrust. Simon pauses, and we look at each other, bursting with laughter.
Very cautiously, I wrap my legs around his hips, and Simon picks me up. One arm under my ass and one across my back. He’s still inside me, and I slowly slide myself up and down his length as he walks us to the bed and lays me down, cradling my head. He kisses me softly as his other hand pushes my knees up before he angles himself and thrusts forward. I bring my hips up, matching his pace.
Sweaty and slick, teeth biting and lips caressing, we moan with pleasure. Simon moves his hand again, rubbing my clit, and the tight coil that was in my stomach releases. I scream out as wave after wave flows through me and into me. Simon lets out a growl as his seed fills me, and liquid pools underneath us, a mixture of us. He continues the momentum until I shudder, finishing my pleasure, then he slows to a stop, kissing me all over.
Simon pulls out of me and brings me in close to hold me. We lie in comfortable silence, and he gently runs his fingers over my back until we fall asleep.
Somethingis nudging my back. Simon’s arm is draped over me, and I move a little closer to him, feeling his chest rise as he drags me in closer and kisses my shoulder.
“Good morning,” he murmurs softly in my ear.
“Good morning,” I whisper. My breath hitches as his hand grazes my breast and then splays on my stomach. “Can I touch you?”
“You are my wife. Touch me whenever, wherever.” I feel his smile against my skin. “I want you to touch me, and I hope you feel the same.”
I let out a breath of relief.
“O, if you want anything, ask and I will do it. If you want me to make love to you, I will, a thousand times over.” He laughs. “If you want me to make you breakfast in bed, I will. If you want me to—”
“You can cook?”
“I had to learn out in the field. I make some mean toast and tea, that’s for sure.” We grin at each other.
“Simon?” I ask as his mouth begins kissing my neck. I know if he touches me, he will find me wet with desire.
“Hmmm?” He murmurs, too busy moving his mouth to that sweet spot just below my ear and placing pressure on my hip with his hand.
“I want you.” Those three words come out very sultrily. I’m impressed with myself.
Simon growls with approval as his hand goes lower and moves between my thighs. He sucks in a breath and releases it, causing my skin to flush.
“Orlaith.” He begins tenderly rubbing my bud until my breath becomes ragged, then he slides a finger in me. I moan out softly, and my hips buck. “Fuck.” He groans as he slides another one in and I ride his fingers.
“I want—” I pant. “I want to please you.”
“You fucking do, O,” Simon responds gently.
“No, I mean—” I’m having a difficult time thinking let alone talking as he picks up the pace with his fingers. “I mean I want—ohfuck,” I moan. If I want to try this, I need to do it. “Stop.” He stills and removes his fingers.
