22. Charlie
Simon blinks a few times. I’m guessing not sure if he heard me right.
Hell, I don’t even know if I heard me right. Because I’m pretty sure I just said the cheesiest thing in the history of ever to ask my boy…baby dad…whatever he is…to have sex with me.
God, I’m pathetic. It’s been so long since I’ve had sober sex, and I don’t even know how to indicate it properly.
Except the way Simon’s eyes have flipped a switch from concerned and attentive to downright ravenous, I’m guessing my line worked.
“Upstairs. Now.”
Yup. It worked.
I turn to start walking back toward the kitchen, which leads to the stairs to my apartment, when I feel a smack on my ass.
“What the!” I jump and turn around, only to see Simon with the most devilish look I’ve ever seen before. “Excuse you!”
He tugs me back into him by the elastic band of my leggings, my back colliding with his hard body.
“If you don’t want me to do that again, you better move faster.”
A zing of excitement runs down my spine as I power walk through the kitchen, past the office, where I zoom right past Mellie, and up the stairs. I hear Simon’s footsteps behind me, and while part of me wants to go quicker, part of me also wouldn’t mind feeling his hand against my ass again.
What are these pregnancy hormones doing to me?
At least, that’s what this has to be. My whopping four sexual partners before Simon would never describe me as adventurous. I’m pretty sure me being on top is the kinkiest thing I had ever done. And that caused me nothing but stress because normally I was heavier than them.
Then came my tequila-fueled night with Simon. I don’t remember it all, but I remember most. I remember how I felt sexual and wanted and desired and passionate. I didn’t worry about my weight. I was in the drunken moment. The feelings were foreign. A little exciting.
And I want to do them again.
And then some.
“Not fast enough, Bug.” Simon is pressing me against my apartment door as I do my best to unlock it. I’m fumbling the keys, unable to concentrate with his hard cock pressing against me and his mouth sucking on my neck.
I hear the click of the lock, and I almost lose my footing as Simon and I stumble over each other into my apartment. I don’t even have my bearings before he spins me around and smashes his lips into mine. If his arms weren’t around me, holding me tighter than I’ve ever been held before, I’m sure I would have fallen.
Yet somehow I don’t think Simon would have let that happen.
His intensity doesn’t settle once we get inside. Our hands and mouths are all over each other as we clumsily walk down the hall into my bedroom. He starts to pull my shirt up as my knees hit the bed, making me fall and bringing Simon with me.
Which is when I notice that my room is full of the afternoon sunlight.
Normally I love the natural light of this room when I push my black out curtains to the side. Right now? Not so much.
“Bug?”
Shit. I hoped the inside thoughts would stay inside.
“Yeah?”
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Nothing.”
“Nope. We’re not going to lie. Talk to me.”
I throw my head back, hating that I gave this away with my body language and now I have to say it out loud. “Let’s just say that I had more confidence ten minutes ago than I do now.”
I hate sounding like the whiny big girl. And most days I can fight off the negative thoughts. I wouldn’t say I love my body all the time, but I’ve come to accept it. I am who I am, extra pounds and all. Some days I’m more confident than others.
Today is apparently not one of those days.
He rests his head on one hand, his free hand beginning to trace circles on my stomach—also known as the part I wish he’d ignore.
“Am I still fighting away the little boys?” Simon repositions himself on his knees, my legs now under him and encased by his muscular thighs. “Did I not show you enough the night we made Little Bug how much I wanted you? Because if I didn’t, I apologize. That’s on me.”
“It’s not that. It’s just…I was too drunk to think about it.”
“Ah, the liquid courage.” His hands slowly start moving up the sides of my torso, bringing my shirt over my head. As soon as my stomach is exposed, my hands reflexively cover myself, feebly trying to hide it.
“Nope. Not going to work.” He takes my hands and pins them over my head while dropping a kiss on my nose. “I know you don’t think words mean much. So I could sit here all day and tell you how beautiful I think you are. How utterly perfect every inch of you is. How you walk into a room and you take my breath away. But I know words are shit.”
This makes me smile through the threatening tears. “Something like that.”
“Would you believe me if I showed you?”
What is this man saying? “And how would you do that?”
There’s a wicked smile on my face that hits me in my gut. “You just lay back and relax. Leave all the work to me.”
His fingers gently brush down the sides of my arms before wrapping under my back so he can bring me up to him. He begins kissing me with a sensual passion I don’t think I’ve ever felt as he unhooks my bra and tosses it to the side. His mouth starts moving across my cheek, down my neck and shoulder, before placing gentle kisses all the way down my arm. When he gets to my fingers, he brings them to his mouth, kissing each tip before a lingering one on the top of my hand.
“So beautiful.” His mouth is moving back up my arm as he slowly lowers me back down. I do my best to relax and focus on Simon’s expert mouth, which is easier than I thought it would be. Then again, Simon is making sure every centimeter of my skin is touched right now. I feel him everywhere, in the best way.
Just as I’m relaxing into his touch, my body jerks as his tongue laps one of my peaked nipples. Wow…wasn’t expecting that.
I almost forgot how much I enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on my breasts. Yes, I remember what it felt like from our night together. But with a clear head? And pregnant? Somehow it’s better.
So much better…
I’ve never had my brain and body fight control like this. My head is telling me to think every negative thought about my body I’ve ever had. My body—fueled pregnancy hormones and Simon’s wicked tongue—want him to just fuck me already.
Talk about an angel and the devil on each shoulder…
“I can hear your thoughts, and they’re interrupting me during my favorite part,” he says, though he never fully takes his mouth off my breast.
I can’t help but smile as Simon’s words somehow relax me. The man is a conundrum. In some ways he’s intense and put together. Always dressed for the party, normally in a suit, and commanding authority. Seeing him this week around the restaurant, bossing people around, I quickly learned that when it comes to business, this man doesn’t play.
Then there’s his goofy side. The one that makes perfectly timed jokes to ease the mood. Or like right now, when he somehow knew I needed a sliver of levity.
And last but not least, his smartass side. Most days it drives me crazy. But Simon wouldn’t be Simon without it.
It’s part of who he is.
And I like who he is. I like him a whole lot.
I also like whatever he is doing right now with his tongue and fingers on my nipples.
“Oh! Oh, Simon… right there.”
He doesn’t let up, my words of encouragement only spurring him on as he gently twists one nipple while flicking my other with his tongue. His beard is lightly scratching against my skin, which only stokes the flames I’m feeling.
I run my fingers through Simon’s hair, my nails scratching his head before I pull slightly at his short curls. I feel him purr into my skin, and it might be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. It also makes him latch on more, sucking on me like if he doesn’t he might die.
Funny, I might die if I don’t have an orgasm in the next minute.
“Simon…please…”
My fingers are now digging into his scalp, begging him for more. “Ah!” I yell, throwing my hands back above my head as Simon’s mouth releases my nipple with a pop before he moves down my chest. I suck in a breath and tighten my eyes shut as he reaches my stomach. It’s soft and flabby, and we’re not going to start on the fupa. And that’s all before the baby belly.
Yet somehow, despite the intrusive thoughts and demeaning comments my brain is wrestling with, all I can feel is Simon’s gentle, yet heated mouth on my skin. It’s like he’s somehow kissing away each insecurity. Each negative word I’ve told myself over the years. I don’t know how he’s doing it, but I feel myself truly begin to relax.
“That’s it, Bug,” he says as he starts pulling down my leggings and panties, his mouth never leaving a piece of my skin. “Just feel.”
And I do. Somehow I do. I feel his expert tongue tracing circles on my stomach. I feel his fingers slowly sliding against my wet pussy. I feel my hands touching my own breasts, wanting any and all sensations I can have. I open my eyes to watch Simon, and just with a look, my body is an inferno.
I don’t know this feeling. It’s foreign and strange and exciting and amazing.
And I never want it to go away.
“Simon, please. I need you.”
I don’t have to wait long. With one last searing kiss to my stomach, Simon quickly stands, but only to strip off his pants and boxer briefs. His eyes stay glued to me as he crawls back into bed. It’s intense and powerful and…it’s because of me. Simon is looking at me like this. This isn’t something you can fake. This isn’t a few well-placed words with some empty promises.
This is hunger.
And Simon is starving.
For me.
He wants me. Not anyone else. After all these years, after our lives changing in the blink of an eye, the man wants me.
And I want him.
All of him.
I reach out, bringing him down on top of me in a heated kiss, only to roll him over on his back. His hands hold my face as I begin stroking his already hard cock. The groan he lets out only makes me go faster. Harder. Never in my life have I had this kind of effect on a man. And I must say, it’s addicting. Hearing the noises Simon is making, watching how his body reacts, it’s something I could get used to.
And it’s the only reason I do what I’m about to do.
Blowjobs have never been my thing. I’ve done them when needed to, but never have I felt the urge to give one just because. Or because I wanted to.
I guess you should never say never.
“Charlie…”
I peek up to see Simon now looking at me, his eyes wide and in wonder.
“Yes?”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.” I give his dick one more stroke. “I want to.”
Words I never thought I’d say, but I fully mean at this moment. Especially when I slowly lick his cock from root to tip and hear the guttural moan come from his mouth.
I slowly take him in, opening as wide as I can to accommodate his thickness. I slowly start going up and down, letting my tongue trail as my mouth works him the best I know how.
“That’s my fucking girl,” he says, gathering my hair in his hands. “You can take it.”
Why did those few words suddenly make me want to give the best blowjob in the history of blow jobs?
It was also at this moment I realized I have a praise kink.
I double down my efforts, wanting nothing more than to drive this man wild and to give him every ounce of pleasure I can. I’m a woman on a mission—licking, sucking, and stroking, all in the name of bringing this man to his knees.
Just when I’m getting in a groove, though, Simon pulls me away and has me on my back in a matter of seconds.
“What’s the matter? Did I?—”
Simon kisses the words out of my mouth. “Oh, nothing is the matter. In fact, that was good. Too good.”
“Then why did you stop?”
Simon lifts one leg up, giving him all the access he wants to line his cock to my entrance.
“Because, Bug. You come first. Always.”
My only reply is the yelp I let out as Simon pushes into me. Holy shit, he’s fucking huge. It’s like I can feel him everywhere.
I remember this from last time, but I also thought that I was imagining how full it felt. I mean, I was drunk, and the adrenaline of the night was making me do crazy things.
Except now I know I wasn’t imagining. If anything, I wasn’t remembering enough. Because of the feel of him dragging out of me, only to push back in, is hitting every nerve.
Every. Single. Nerve.
“More, Simon. I need more.”
He doesn’t make me ask twice. Instead, he brings my other leg under his arm before lifting both of them to his shoulders.
Holy shit, I didn’t know my legs went that high. Or straight. Or…Oh…Oh!
Simon’s pace is picking up, and I don’t know what spot he is hitting, but it’s one that I didn’t know existed until right now.
“Yes!” I yell, seeing the release in the distance, but not knowing how to get there. “So close.”
“Touch yourself.” I look up to Simon, wondering if I heard what I think I just heard. His face is serious, and his gaze is burning into me again.
He said it. And he was serious.
“Touch yourself. Don’t be shy. Do it for me.”
I bite my lip, suddenly nervous. Yet, something in me knows that I want to touch my clit.
So I do. I rub circles around the swollen bud, and holy shit…he was right. It feels good. So good. The tandem of me and him is something I never knew could be felt.
“Good girl. Now come for me.”
I didn’t know I could orgasm on command, but apparently I can. Either that or Simon knows the secret switch, because in a matter of seconds, I’m losing it. I let out a scream that I’m pretty sure the whole town can hear. Simon isn’t far behind, dropping my legs and holding me tight as he spills into me.
We lay there for more than a few minutes as we come down from the highs. He rolls off me, only to immediately bring me into his chest.
Feeling his naked body against mine, still and unmoving, it’s then I realize he did exactly what he set out to do.
He made me forget.
About the light of day.
About my insecurities.
About all the boys from before.
And I can’t wait to do it again.