Peyton

Thankfully, I’d brought an extra dress with me. Always bring a backup. And there was Simon back in a suit. This one black, accompanied by a white crisp shirt and red tie that matched my dress.

Amazed I could still walk after the three orgasms, I went out to the living room once I’d freshened up and gotten dressed.

Simon leaned in to kiss my neck in greeting. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you. You look handsome, too.” It felt like a date. Especially when he took my hand and walked me to the elevator.

A car picked us up out front, and our first stop was a restaurant on the sixtieth floor of a very tall building in Times Square. It was dimly lit, romantic, and looked very exclusive. We were ushered to a private table with a window view.

“Wow.” It might be a tourist thing to say, but there was no other word for the view.

“It’s quite the sight, isn’t it?” When I turned, I noticed his gaze on me.

“Do you ever miss it? When you’re gone?” Because as much as this was exciting and new, I missed home.

“Not especially. I do enjoy seeing the look on your face as you take it in and remind me of maybe why I should.”

“How much time do you typically spend here? The majority? Or are you in London a lot?”

“The majority is here in New York. London probably twice a year. If it wasn’t for the real estate investment, I probably would’ve sold that flat a long time ago.”

“Do you get tired of hotels?” I couldn’t imagine being surrounded by temporary things. Not for the first time, I wondered if he ever got lonely.

“A bit. I’m moving into short-term housing on Monday. Gives me a kitchen. Better space than a hotel.”

I sipped my wine and watched him meticulously cut into his steak after dinner was served.

He glanced up, catching my observation. “What is it?”

“You and I are very different.” It was out without a tone or intent. Just simple fact. As if I was trying to figure out the puzzle of why we fit together. Even temporarily.

He dabbed at his lips before smiling. “Yes. I suppose we are. You miss home, don’t you?”

I loved that he got me despite not being able to relate. “Yes. Especially Cooper. He’s kind of a momma’s boy.”

He laughed. “He’s a lucky dog. Have you had him since he was a pup?”

“Yes. Eight weeks old.” It might be stupid to miss your dog this much, but I’d never been separated from him longer than one night. It had even been tough to be away from him during these late evenings over the last week. And I missed my sister. I hadn’t had the time to chat with her like we normally did. At least I had next weekend to look forward to at her house.

We finished up dinner and walked the couple blocks to the theater where Wicked was playing. I’d always wanted to see it and couldn’t contain my enthusiasm as I hooked an arm in his and followed him into the box high above the stage. It was private and, once the musical started, completely shrouded in darkness. Afterwards, I was on a high despite being tired. I’d just attended my first Broadway musical, and the man next to me had made it possible. It had been a beautiful twist on the beginnings of the Wizard of Oz. Captivating and breathtaking, I’d had all the feels. All because of him being so thoughtful to make it possible.

“Thank you for the best date I’ve ever been on.”

He smiled, squeezing my hand, which he’d held during the entire show. “It was my best, too. Let’s get you back before you turn into a pumpkin.”

Evidently, the high was fading with the curtain falling because I had to stifle a yawn. But the moment we were back in his condo, the air felt charged. He took off his jacket while I slipped off my shoes.

“We should leave by ten o’clock tomorrow morning. That will get us back about the same time on Sunday.”

“Okay.” Why did he sound all business?

“You should get some sleep.”

“I’m not that—what did you call it earlier? Knackered?” Since the sex earlier had given me more confidence about instigating things, I walked up and put my hands on his chest.

He took a deep breath. “Yes. Knackered is tired. And I’m trying to be considerate here.”

“I don’t remember asking you to be.”

That seemed to break his last defense. His lips were on me in an instant while his body backed me down the hall. Fingers nimbly unzipped my dress. I stepped out of it, letting it pool at my feet while he stood back for a moment, sweeping his eyes over me like a caress.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“And here you were about to send me to bed.”

He pulled me back into his arms, whispering in my ear. “I was trying to be a gentleman.”

He was such an enigma, swinging from a man seemingly without emotion, as he behaved at the office, to someone who cared that I might be too tired for sex, the way he was right now. It was clear he tried to keep the two personas very separate. “Mm, I kind of prefer the type of guy who fucks me against the wall without caring.”

He growled, flicking my bra clasp and letting the garment fall so his hands could hold my breasts. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

“Show me.” This alpha side of Simon fueled my libido.

His head dipped down. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he tugged it with his teeth, an action that sent waves of electricity down my body to my throbbing sex. He then soothed the bite with the swirling of his tongue. He repeated the motion on the other nipple while his fingers toyed with the first one, bringing them both to sensitive peaks.

“Get on the bed with your legs spread for me.”

A shiver lanced through me at his demanding words while my body obeyed. The sight of him looking down upon me in the moonlight was so erotic I thought I might come without actually being touched.

He stepped closer, bending down and hooking my thong with his thumbs. He pulled it down my legs, leaving me totally exposed for him.

Since I wanted to view him for the first time, I made a demand of my own. “Let me see you.”

He unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Too slowly, in my opinion, but I had to give the man credit for not rushing into things. No fumbling this time around. The wait did not disappoint. I might have glimpsed his muscled chest and impressive abs before, but now here they were for me to soak in. He was beautiful. No other word for it. When his hands moved to his belt, my mouth went dry. I’d never wanted a man the way I wanted Simon.

He continued to undress with practiced movements, his eyes staying on mine. When he stepped out of his trousers, he was left in nothing but black boxers. Boxers which hugged his trim waist and encased his erection quite nicely. He quickly rid himself of his socks, which I’d yet to see anyone do gracefully. Yet he managed the feat.

Hoping the boxers might be next in line to hit the floor, I fought my disappointment when instead he moved towards me. My disappointment was short lived once he kissed the inside of my ankle. He skimmed his hands up my calf and followed them with his lips.

“Oh, God.” This exquisite torture was almost too much. My body was tense, my breathing shallow as he took his infuriating time traveling up to my thigh. Jesus. I was shaking. Anticipating his mouth on the most intimate part of me. He continued to take his time. I snagged a pillow in order to prop up my head to get a better view. His broad shoulders between my thighs and his mouth inches from my pussy had me panting.

“Please,” I moaned. He was so close. The word slipped out before I could filter it. He drove me more insane by inhaling and then blowing warm breath over my clit.

“I rushed this last time. Now I’m planning to savor you.”

I wanted to shout, ‘fuck me,’ yet I also didn’t want to miss out on this slow seduction.

When his lips converged on my clit, my hips arched off the bed, a shot of pure fire hitting my body. His tongue ran languidly between my lips, flattening out on my most sensitive spot. But then something snapped. His hands hooked under my thighs, lifting my lower half higher, and he dove in like a man possessed. Gone were the patient strokes. In their place was primal and raw. Burning me up from the inside out and causing me to combust in moments. Yet he wasn’t done. His fingers added to the assault, curling up inside of me while his tongue concentrated on my engorged clit.

It was too much.

It wasn’t nearly enough.

I would die from this.

I’d never felt more alive.

Conflicting emotions swirled in my head as he brought me to orgasm again. My body spasmed, completely at his mercy and without an anchor. My hands found purchase on his bed sheets, but it wasn’t enough to prepare me for the magnitude of the second orgasm rolling over me. You’d think I would’ve been better equipped after the pleasure he’d given me earlier, but that memory was now faded, this one taking its place.

I finally came down, realizing the harsh sound of breath was my own. Good Lord. My throat was hoarse, my fingers ached from gripping the bed and—oops—also his hair. One of my hands remained tightly entangled there. “Sorry.”

He grinned up from between my legs. “Don’t be. You taste incredible. I’d been thinking about it all night, when I’d get the chance to eat your pussy again.”

He kissed my stomach then and worked his way up to my breasts, lavishing attention on both as if an earthquake hadn’t just happened. He was back to his slow, seductive pace.

“Kiss me,” I pleaded and watched a smile transform his face. He might be hot when he was stoic, but when he looked happy, he was gorgeous.

He teased me. The sweet and tangy essence of me was fresh on his lips. I wanted more, hooking my arm around his neck and pulling him into a deep, erotic kiss. But if I’d thought for a moment I was taking control, he quickly dispelled the notion by inserting a finger deep inside of me.

I gasped with the welcome intrusion and felt him stretch me with another digit.

“Are you sore?”

“Not too bad.”

“Good.” He took my mouth again, his magic fingers bringing me to the edge before they suddenly departed. I was about to protest, but it died on my lips when he stood, shedding his boxers.

Holy hell. His uncut length was gorgeous. I moved up to my knees, wanting—no, needing—to taste him. The surprise flickered in his eyes when I took a hold of him.

“I need to taste you, too.”

As if by my command, a drop of pre-cum appeared on his tip. My tongue swiped over it before I sucked only his crown into my mouth. The salty taste made me want more. I gripped at his base, moving my hand up, pumping him slowly, watching his expression morph into sheer pleasure. I loved knowing it was my touch that was driving him to the point of losing control once again.

“Christ, Peyton.”

“Feel good?” I took him deeper, enjoying how it was his turn to lose his breath with the movement.

“Yes. But lie back.” He pulled away and went to the nightstand where he retrieved a condom.

I was a bit disappointed I wouldn’t get to finish the blow job but anxious enough to have him back inside of me that it quickly dissipated.

He encased himself quickly before coming back to the end of the bed and crawling onto the mattress. His hands trailed up my body before he consumed me with another kiss, one that sucked my breath and escalated my heartbeat, while he spread my legs to accommodate the width of his hips.

Then there was pressure at my opening. He pressed into me. Stretching me deliciously with every inch he went deeper.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered, taking me to root.

My back arched; I loved how he filled me completely and wanted him to move. But like everything Simon, he took his time. Two long thrusts followed by a few short ones. Then a rotation of his hips, grinding himself to me and hitting a spot few others had managed. I was building. Climbing towards another orgasm as he increased his cadence. My eyes squeezed shut, and I let the desire wash over me.

His hands framed my face, forcing me to open my eyes and look into the depths of his. Then he uttered the words I swore were a trigger for release. “I want to watch you come apart. Let me see it and keep those eyes open.”

Boom. Detonated. During which it was tough not to squeeze my eyes shut. Yet the intimacy ratcheted up, and I watched as he lost himself much the same, pumping out his orgasm before taking my lips in a carnal kiss that would forever stay etched in my memory.