Chapter Twenty

Simon wanted Lacie to experience so much pleasure at his hands she would be a trembling puddle of sensations and wouldn’t be able to talk about the experience. He really didn’t want to talk about what he was about to do to her, so he needed her to be so overcome by it all she couldn’t. Besides, she deserved it.

He stalked to his bedroom, unfastening the buttons on the cuffs of his shirt as he went. When he got there, Lacie sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her lap, biting her lip.

“Nervous?”

Her eyes snapped up to his, and the heat in them nearly brought him to his knees.

“I’m excited.”

Simon’s room had more furniture in it than most of the minimalist rooms in the house because this was his room. An armoire faced his bed, with a massive mirror on the door. A chair was off to the side, where he laid out clothes. Two bedside tables. A floor lamp. It was the only cozy room in the house, and Simon liked it that way.

Moving the chair to the foot of the bed, facing the mirror, he glanced at Lacie, who hadn’t moved. She was nervous, whether she would admit it or not.

“Take off your dress, Lacie. Slowly.”

Her hands trembled as she gripped the hem of the dress, pulled it up over delicious curves, and dropped it on the ground next to her. Simon spent the next thirty seconds trying to find air. Unable to speak, he simply raised his index finger and twirled it in the air. Obediently, Lacie spun in a slow circle.

He reached for the front clasp of her bra and unfastened it, letting the lace scraps slither down her arms as he hefted her breasts in his hand, testing their weight before bowing to temptation and sucking one nipple into his mouth.

It was pure torture. The heaven of the fleshy mounds as he pulled on it with his tongue, coupled with Lacie’s fingers tugging painfully in his hair, conspired to undo him completely.

He stood straight and began unbuttoning his shirt, forcing a calm to his shaking hands.

Simon relished Lacie’s hungry gaze as it tracked his movements and she licked her lips as he exposed his skin. It gave him a high he’d never felt before, and it helped to still the trembling in his muscles. The rush actually helped as he worked the buckle on his pants, which otherwise would have been a mindless fumbling. Her gaze froze on the tattoo wrapping around his bicep, and he vainly flexed just to watch her eyes widen. And then she licked her lips again.

Fuck me.

When he dropped his pants, her eyes widened at his total nudity. He took a step toward her and encased her in his arms, the desire to feel her flesh against his complete and all-consuming.

Simon bent his head and took her mouth in a sensual kiss. This entire night would be about sensuality, taking her to heights she’d never known. He would make sure of that. And the kiss told her so. He wrapped his arms around her as her body arched into his. As her soft slick tongue met his, he stroked it, sucking it into his mouth as their bodies made promises to each other he never thought he’d be able to keep.

When she tried to draw him onto the bed, he stopped her.

“Chair.” He couldn’t form complete sentences, so he spoke the bare minimum to her, his voice sounding like he’d had a gravel appetizer with dinner. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand before he followed her.

Leading her to the chair, Simon sat, running his hand over her hips, drawing down the scrap of silk and lace she called panties.

Then, as his fingers plunged inside her, he pulled her closer to suck her breast into his mouth again. He needed her on the brink, drenched, completely ready for him.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and writhed against Simon as he tortured her nipple while plundering her pussy. The warm softness of her breast and the heat from her folds made lava flow in his veins. The whimpers that came from her mouth made his dick strain closer to her, wanting to be buried in her heated flesh.

It was time.

He released her breast with a plop and turned her so she faced the mirror. He spoke and watched her while he mindlessly put the condom on, holding his erection at the base in an attempt at restraint.

“Look how beautiful you are. We’re going to both watch this, Lacie. I want you to see how exquisite you look when you come.” His words were a strangled murmur, as his dick ached to be inside her.

“I can’t do this in front of a mirror, Simon,” she protested breathlessly. A flush spread from her chest, and she looked fucking gorgeous leaning against him.

He chuckled. “You can. And you will.” Gripping her hips, he guided her down onto his lap. He gripped himself at the base, choking off the inevitable but needing this to last. “Just lean back on my chest. I’m doing all the work here. I just want you to see how beautiful we are together.”

“I know we’re beautiful together—” Lacie stopped talking, blessedly, when he slid inside her, the warm confines of her tight sheath enough to make them both gasp.

“Lean back,” he insisted, and when she did, they could both see in the mirror, two people sitting on a chair. As he pushed himself in to the hilt, only his balls hung under her sweet folds. This had to be the hottest thing he’d ever seen, his dick inside her sweet, pink flesh, stretching her as it clenched around him.

He kissed the skin on her shoulders, murmuring words of encouragement to her as he felt her adjust to his size. Her warm walls pulsed around him, massaging him in a torturous bliss.

“Don’t move, you understand?” His words came out a hoarse moan, but she nodded, her lips pursed with a hiss. She was as undone by this experience as he was.

Simon ran his hands over her smooth skin, one hand to her breast, one down to where they were joined. Lacie’s face was flushed red, and it was beautiful.

He began to circle her clit, watching her response.

“Oh …” she moaned, pressing back against him. Simon struggled to stay still, wrapping his free arm tighter around her. Her back against his front was warm and soft, a contradiction to his cold, chiseled features. When she came, it was almost immediate, and he sucked hard on her shoulder to keep himself from pumping wildly into her. Her mouth formed the perfect little “O” and her face took on a pained look of ecstasy as she convulsed around him, her inner walls pressing against his cock. She felt perfect.

“See? Fucking amazing.” His voice was a harsh, guttural sound in her ear. He felt her shiver. “Put your legs outside mine.” He guided her where he needed her. “Again.”

“What? I’ve never,” she gasped. “I can’t have more than one …”

He pressed his fingers against her clit to shut her up, and he began the insistent circles once more. Simon kissed her earlobe, sucking it into his mouth, then began kissing and nibbling the skin on her neck behind her ear. He was the picture of restraint, and that made him proud, when all he wanted was to take her, claim her, and fuck her hard. But this was for her. He would show her how in control he could be.

“You can. And you will.” This was going to be his mantra tonight. He would repeat these words to Lacie until she understood they were true. “Don’t forget, you can’t move.”

This time, when she came, she gripped his thighs so hard he thought she might rip some of the hair out, but the pain distracted him from the torturous bliss of her orgasm around his dick as he once more sucked her skin into his mouth. Simon knew he was marking her, trying to make the hickeys where they wouldn’t be visible to her students but mindlessly leaving his mark nonetheless. With every orgasm, he had to do something to not blow.

Lacie was writhing in his lap, a tortured mess, but he liked it. The picture in the mirror showed a woman in the throes of passion and the man taking her there. A sense of satisfaction welled up inside him, and when she’d come down from her wave of pleasure, he readjusted them so they were neatly stacked atop one another again.

“You’re doing really well, Lacie. We’re going to do this again,” he whispered in her ear.

Lacie was going out of her mind. She had no idea where Simon had come up with this. It wasn’t quite sex because nobody was moving, at Simon’s insistence, but it was certainly something. After her second orgasm, Simon stroked and cuddled her while she tried to regain her faculties.

But it was useless. As soon as she got her mind back on track with what they were doing, his husky voice was in her ear again.

“Don’t forget. No moving. I want my dick inside you the entire time.” His words from the night of the crash came back to her. You’ve no idea the filthy things I want to do to you. Coupled with his current dirty talk, she felt herself grow impossibly warmer. She was already sweating and hadn’t even hardly moved, although that last orgasm had her very nearly jumping off his lap. “Watch,” he demanded as his fingers began working her again. Trembling, she nodded, uncertainty filling her, even as the surety that this was a man she could love took over.

Simon pulled out until the head of his shaft stroked a spot inside her, applying pressure that made her see stars. That, and his magical fingers on her nub, made Lacie helpless. His other hand tweaked her nipple, twisting it almost to the point of pain, and his lips found that sensitive spot behind her ear again.

This time, it was a slow climb, but the whole process was unbelievable to Lacie, like an out-of-body experience. As she watched their bodies in the mirror, she felt like another person. She’d never known intimacy could be like this. She could see where they were joined, and as she felt her body climb, the heat inside made it almost impossible to stay still.

“I need to move, Simon,” she gasped out on a ragged moan.

His quiet shooshing in her ear sent another shock of warmth to her, and he slowly began pumping in and out of her. She watched the length of him disappear into her folds, and a rush of sensations overwhelmed her. He was slick with sweat as well, and as she arched into him, wanting to press him deeper, she slid against his skin.

Simon grunted his restraint, biting into her neck as she came a third time. This time, when the climax hit, she couldn’t stop her moan from gaining intensity and ending on a scream. Lacie shook violently, her back arched, her thighs a mass of trembling flesh as Simon effortlessly lifted her and carried her to the bed.

“I think you can have more, but I can’t go through that again.” He stared hungrily down at her, and Lacie simply shook her head, words failing her for once. As Simon laid her on the bed, he covered her body with his and kissed her. “So fucking beautiful, Lacie.” His kisses were tender, so unlike what had just happened. She couldn’t even describe what they’d just done.

But it was amazing.

Simon continued kissing her as he clasped her wrists and held them together above her head. His grip was massive, and she didn’t fight it. If he needed this control, she could give it to him. His tongue swooped into her mouth and claimed her as he pushed inside. From this angle, it felt different, but even more intimate since they were face to face. She arched her back again, needing to feel the press of his chest against her sensitive breasts.

Lacie was already out of breath, but when Simon pulled back and looked at her, still thrusting slowly in and out of her, she lost whatever air she had in her lungs. His eyes were so full of tenderness and awe. He moved over her gently, tenderly, and she found herself wrapping her legs around his, wanting more skin-on-skin contact. She felt the heat inside her build again, an agonizing pleasure, another climax.

But this one was different. Whereas the others had been sharp and piercing orgasms, this one was a warm melding of souls. As Simon continued to gaze at her, his eyes telegraphing emotions she couldn’t comprehend, his movements became more forceful. He dropped kisses on her neck and shoulders, his legs tightening around hers, using her body for leverage, even as he held her hands above her head.

Before long, he was pounding into her, and she was meeting his thrusts. He lifted one of her legs to his shoulder, gripping her thigh to his chest, hitting a different spot inside her. The rhythm was savage and exhilarating. When Lacie cried out, Simon froze deep inside her, tendons popping out on his neck, roaring out his own release in a guttural, beastly sound.

Lacie’s mind spun. That wasn’t fucking. She would have blushed at the thought but knew her face was already red with exertion. Maybe it had started out that way, but what Simon had just done was most assuredly an act of love, passion, something besides just the physical aspect of sex.

She didn’t know what to do with that information. Especially when Simon rolled over onto his side, tugged her into his arms, and rested his chin on her head, tucking her safely into the crook of his neck with a contented sigh.

Lacie wanted to ask him what had just happened. She wanted to talk about this. But she also knew Simon. He would go around like nothing had happened for the next two days.

With a sigh of her own, less contented than his, Lacie managed to just let it be for now. She could force him to talk to her later.

But to her surprise, Simon’s voice rang out, breaking the silence of the still room.

“I didn’t want this to happen.”

She kissed his neck where it moved when he spoke. “I know.” She was trying to be reassuring but was afraid of where he was going.

“But it did.”

“Yes. It did.” More questions filtered through her brain. Questions she wasn’t sure she wanted the answers to, so she left them unspoken.

He tightened his grip on her, pulling her even closer. She couldn’t see his face, and that worried her. Feelings of hurt and inadequacy hit her. Did he not like what they’d just done? Had it not pleased him? She’d thought it had, but what if she’d done something wrong?

“I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go for a while.” At his words, Lacie leaned her head back and leveled her eyes at him. He was serious. His face held no trace of jokes, not that Simon joked—ever. But the sadness in his eyes was palpable.

She wondered if she would ever get the whole story of who had hurt him so badly. She knew it was Tanya, since that’s who his sister had been comparing her to. She’d only heard the last part of that exchange. Not wanting to ruin this moment with words of past hurts, Lacie decided she didn’t need to know about her this second. Instead, she tugged at the hair at the base of his neck.

“I don’t think I’m ready for you to.”

His hand whispered down her rib cage before cupping her bottom and pulling it toward him.

“I wouldn’t let you if you did. Now, go to sleep. I have more plans for you.”

As if she could sleep after that declaration. She giggled to herself. But remarkably, as soon as she settled back in the crook of his neck, his steady heartbeat and even breaths lulled her, and before she realized it, she was asleep.