She didn’t stop moving, even at the side of the bed.
She threw the covers off him and saw he was ready for bed, and also ready for her.
He was naked and hard.
Lord God.
So beautiful.
She put a knee to the bed and swung the other leg around, straddling him.
His hands went to the backs of her thighs.
Her hands went to his wrists, pulling them away, lifting them over his head, pinning them to the headboard, her eyes looking directly into his.
She saw them flash.
“Simone,” he whispered.
She lowered herself on him, rubbing her wetness against the underside of his rigid shaft.
His jaw tightened, his eyes darkened, and his voice roughened when he repeated, “Simone.”
Yes, Sixx knew him.
She also knew his body.
So she bent to it, putting her mouth to him, going to places that she’d learned were responsive.
The skin under his ear, the expanse where his head met his neck.
And down.
His nipples were sensitive. If he was ever at her command, she’d manipulate them for hours, torturing him with it.
She moved to them, pulling his hands down slightly so she could hold them away but pressing her weight into them as she did so he’d get her message.
She felt his fingers ball into fists, but he allowed her to hold him as she worked his nipples, licking, sucking, scraping the edge of her teeth down them, feeling his body respond, hearing the low masculine purrs drift up his throat, his hands tensing and flexing in her hold.
She moved further down, over the ridges of his abs, to where he liked her best, where any man was most sensitive.
“Simone,” he groaned.
She kept going, having to release his hands to do it.
He spread his legs, her body slipped through, his fingers slid into her hair and he whispered, “Darling.”
She took up his shaft then swallowed it deep, thrilling when his resulting grunt drove up her pussy.
Sixx again grasped his hands, pulling his fingers out of her hair and pushing them into the bed by his hips as she sucked him off relentlessly, dragging hard, moving fast, seeing his legs cock up reflexively at her sides, taking his thrusts as his fingers wrapped around her wrists and her work forced him to move.
She let him fuck her face because that was what he wanted, what he needed, and while he had her, she would give him anything, everything, all she had to give.
Sixx did this until it was time to give more.
She drew deep as she pulled him out, then surged up over his body, taking his wrists with her, pinning them again to the headboard.
Catching his heated, frustrated, beautiful blue gaze, she transferred his wrists to one hand, reached between them, wrapped her fingers around his cock, positioned him, and then plunged down on him, fast and hard.
His eyes narrowed dangerously, and he hissed through his teeth.
She started riding him, staring into blue.
Holding her gaze, his wrists moved in her fingers, but Sixx replaced her other hand there, pushing both of his into the headboard with as much of her weight as she could use and all of her strength as she rode him fast, squeezing him with her pussy as she went, her breaths escalating, his going uneven.
“I want to touch you,” he growled.
She said nothing, just kept moving on him, milking him, fucking him, quick and hard.
She felt his hands flex then form into fists again, but he didn’t break her hold as he demanded, “At least kiss me.”
Sixx didn’t.
She held contact with his gaze, riding him rough, merciless.
“Simone,” he warned low.
Her breath was coming with difficulty, her focus shifting from what she was giving him to what she was giving herself. She kept at him but had to drop her forehead to his, their connection there rolling as she drove herself down on him again and again, taking him, refocusing where she needed to be.
Only giving to him.
“Sixx,” he bit off, pressing his forehead into hers, and she saw it beginning.
“For you,” she whispered. “Just you.”
“Goddammit, Sixx,” he groaned.
His head snapping back with nowhere to go, it slammed against the headboard, and Sixx kept moving on him, working him, taking him through his orgasm.
When he was done, she settled, full of him, and his head slid down the side of hers so his forehead rested on her shoulder.
She closed her eyes and memorized that moment to commit to her sketchpad later.
When she had, Sixx let his wrists go. His hands immediately moved to grab her, but she was quicker.
She swung off, disconnecting them, exiting the bed.
She walked to the bathroom and cleaned up.
She walked into the closet and took off her bralette and shoes, pulling on a shapeless T-shirt nightie.
She walked out of the closet, back into the bathroom. She cleaned her face, brushed her teeth, turned out the light, and surprisingly, found the bedroom dark when she entered it.
But then again, it wasn’t surprising.
Stellan would guess that was what she would need.
So he made it so.
Sixx pulled back the covers and got into bed, settling on her side only to be drawn directly into Stellan’s body.
She closed her eyes and braced.
“I get it,” he said into the back of her hair, tightening his hold on her, pulling her closer, molding her back to his front. “I understand now.”
He’d never understand.
He was too strong.
Too right.
Too good.
Too beautiful.
He could lose his parents, and go on.
He could lose his sister, and go on.
He would lose her, and go on.
“In your scenes, why it’s always about them, your subs,” he continued. “Why you barely touch them. Why you let yourself have nothing. It seems you’re detached, removed, indifferent, but you aren’t, my darling, are you? What it is for any good Dom goes doubly for you. Doesn’t it, Simone? You’re giving them exactly what they want, entirely focused on giving them precisely what they need. Sacrificing your own needs to hone in with utter absorption to give to them what they want the most. It isn’t a disconnect. The reason they’re begging for it is that they’ve never had it so good.”
“I need to sleep now, Stellan,” she replied.
“If you ever need that again, Sixx, you ask me to the couch, another room, lead me to the playroom, but not in our bed. In our bed, you climax, even if it’s eventually. Sixx and Simone sleep at my side, but only Simone fucks me in this bed, including when I have to break through Sixx to get to her. Is that understood?”
It was very much understood in a number of ways.
Including that he would give that to her again if she needed it.
He’d do anything for her.
Even take an orgasm it was she who would not allow him to return instead of the other way around.
He gave her a squeeze. “Simone, is that understood?”
“It’s understood,” she mumbled.
His arm loosened … somewhat.
She lay in his hold and stared at the dark.
“What made you cry?” he whispered.
Of course he didn’t miss that.
Then again, she hadn’t hidden it.
I’m in love with you.
“Simone, sweetheart, what made you cry?” he repeated when she did not answer out loud.
I never want to leave you. I want to stay forever and knock myself out to make you happy.
Stellan burrowed his face in her hair and murmured, “That’s all right, honey. You don’t have to answer.”
Of course she didn’t.
“I’ll get you there,” he promised quietly.
No you won’t.
“And when you’re there, I’ll make you happy.”
That isn’t the goal. If that was to happen, it would need to be the other way around.
“He’d want you to be happy, Simone,” he said gently.
That had her shutting her eyes tight.
This morning it’s my famous French toast for my baby girl!
“Please, stop talking,” she begged.
“All right, darling,” he murmured.
Stellan held her.
Sixx let him.
He did not fall asleep before her.
And she did not fall asleep before she prepared herself mentally and knew when the next day dawned, she could endure.
Two weeks.
And five days.
Then the torture would be over.
For Stellan.
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Rare Slices of Perfection
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