Simon Says (Friends and Lovers) (3 page)

She hesitated for the briefest of moments. In a dim recess of her mind, she recognized that she had one last opportunity to end this before it went any further.

"Now, Gwen," Simon commanded her. His tone wasn’t harsh, but neither was it gentle or coaxing. He expected her to obey.

Gwen reached for the ribbons between her breasts and pulled. As the silk draping her body fell away, so did her resistance.

She was breathtaking. Her skin glowed in the moonlight. The shadows on the patio served only to spotlight Gwen so that she alone was the star.

As the ebony silk fell away from her lush, full breasts, Simon released the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. She had to agree to this. He’d never forced a woman and he wasn’t about to start, but he needed her like he needed breath in his body.

It had been so long since he’d had a woman, especially one that interested him and who clearly wasn’t a victim. Gwen was strong, funny and confident. She was fighting her desire for him and he wasn’t sure why. There would be time to delve into her secrets, but right now he just wanted her to accept that she would be his. More importantly, that
she
wanted to be his.

Whatever the cause of her resistance, she was fighting herself not him and it was critical that she
give
herself to him. If she didn’t, he wouldn’t take it. Some wouldn’t recognize the difference, but he wanted her submission not her defeat.

She stood before him patiently, the silk of her top pooled around her hips. She’d followed his directions exactly. Her nipples were pebbled and jutted from her body. Her eyes were closed and she panted slightly as she waited.

"Play with your breasts," Simon said, "I want to watch you touch yourself."

Again, she followed his instructions without hesitation. She began first to cup and massage her breasts. Her hands were small and her breasts spilled out of them. She began to rub and pluck her nipples. Tugging gently, before squeezing and rolling them.

Without warning she sucked both pointer fingers into her mouth. She took the glistening digits and rubbed her saliva over the distended tips of her breasts. Simon’s cock, already hard, surged under his jeans and what blood remained in his body pooled in his groin.

She was magnificent. A heady mix of innocence and seduction wrapped in a delicious package.

"Come to me, Gwen," Simon held out a hand to her.

She moved toward him, her breasts swaying with each step. She placed her hand in his and he led her over to the heavy wooden table. When he’d bought it, he’d only thought about hosting backyard feasts with his friends, but he planned a feast of a whole different kind tonight.

He lifted Gwen and placed her on the table leaning back slightly on her palms. Her skirt slid up her thighs as she settled herself and he could see that she wore thigh-high stockings. Creamy skin glistened in the moonlight where moisture dusted her inner thighs. She was drenched.

Simon stepped between her legs, forcing them wide to accommodate him. He trailed gentle fingers over the tops of her stockings before stroking firmly over her pussy. The thong she wore was soaked and she gasped at his touch.

He needed to taste her. Simon sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He suckled her in long hard draws and she cried out arching into his mouth and grinding her breast into him. He bit gently on the tight bud, testing her response to pain and she groaned, but didn’t pull away. The muscles of her inner thighs clenched around him as he nipped again. She liked it.

Simon turned his attention to her other nipple alternating between licking in short, tight laps and sucking strongly on the tip. He bit down gently on the nub all the while flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Gwen groaned deep and low and wrapped her legs around his body, grinding her pelvis into him. This was exactly what Simon had hoped for, she was giving herself to him, and her responses were uninhibited and carnal.

Simon’s cock wept with the need to bury himself inside of her. His lower back clenched and his own breathing was harsh and loud in his ears, but he wasn’t rushing to the finish line here and he’d barely begun with Gwen.

Simon lifted his head and felt pure masculine satisfaction at the sight Gwen made. Her eyes were closed and her full lips were moist and slightly parted. Her breasts were flushed with heat and her nipples were swollen and berry red from his attention.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but Simon cut her off with a shake of his head.

"I have only two rules tonight, Gwen, but if you break them there will be consequences. First, you may not speak without permission. You can make noise, just not speak. Do you understand?" he paused and waited.

In her position on the table, the moonlight shone fully on Gwen and he saw her eyes dilate and go wide as he spoke. She definitely liked the idea. Giving proof to his thought, she nodded.

"In addition, you may not move without permission. You will stay where I place you. Do you understand?" Gwen’s breath was coming in harsh gasps, but she merely nodded.

Simon reached between them and ripped her thong from her body. The satin tore and he flung it aside. Gwen gasped in surprise and then let loose a strangled cry as, with no ceremony whatsoever, he buried his tongue in her pussy. He thrust his tongue deep in her channel before licking up her slit in a warm, wet rasp.

The scent of chocolate, coconuts and feminine musk invaded his nostrils. She tasted sweet and dusky on his tongue and he lapped at her as if she were a lollipop he couldn’t get enough of.

Gwen mewled and purred and the muscles along her legs flexed and clenched, but she didn’t move. She obeyed his every direction though it clearly cost her to do so. A fine sheen of perspiration had broken out on her body and the sounds she made were rapidly becoming almost incoherent. He wanted her mindless and begging. He wanted to push her as far as he could and then send her over the edge.

Never before had a woman submitted so completely to him without him feeling like a pervert. Gwen didn’t just submit to him, she embraced her submission. It was if the act of submission was in and of itself sexual for her. Simon could have come just from the noises she made.

He continued to suck and lick at her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched convulsively around his tongue and he knew she was close to her orgasm. He backed off and she made a sound of complaint, but Simon planned to be deep inside her when she came.

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Gwen’s reality had narrowed down to one focus, Simon’s tongue in her pussy. Only the warm, wet velvet of his tongue mattered as he stroked, sucked and lapped at her slit. His lips were soft and the silk of his hair tickled her inner thighs, but Gwen remained motionless.

The fact that she couldn’t move served only to heighten the sensations Simon caused. Every cell in her body was alive and focused on his touch. At first, she’d struggled to stay still, her muscles tight and stiff. Slowly, she’d relaxed as Simon’s dalliance with her body had played out. She’d given herself over to his mastery and reveled in her submission.

She embraced her lack of control. No more was she required to think, she had only to feel. For a woman as tactile as Gwen, she’d just come face to face with bliss. She was lost to it.

It’s not that she was apathetic and didn’t care what Simon did to her, not at all. She simply submitted and embraced that her pleasure was his own. He’d promised her only pleasure and when she’d realized he wasn’t doing anything to hurt her, she’d simply done what every instinct in her body had demanded … she’d given herself to him. What she’d received in return, however, she had no words for.

Waves of pleasure drenched her body. Her nipples were beacons of desire, so tight, almost pained, in her arousal. The night air had turned cool and a slight breeze caressed her swollen skin as if ghostly fingers toyed with the sensitive peaks.

Between her legs, Simon feasted on her pussy. Suckling and lapping at her as if she was the most delicious dessert he’d ever tasted. The sounds of him supping at her body were luscious and erotic and she never wanted it to end, but at the same time she wanted him to finish her.

Every time she reached for her orgasm he backed off only to begin again once her body had retreated from the ledge. She desperately needed a release. Her body quivered with need and she knew she’d be sore tomorrow simply from the control she had to exert over herself to obey him. The contradiction was lost on Gwen in her sexual haze. All she knew was Simon, his tongue in her body, his hands on her skin, his commands that she must obey.

Suddenly, Simon reared up between her legs. He yanked her up and turned her around so that she faced the table.

"Hands on the table," he growled in her ear in a voice grown guttural and deep. "I’m going to fuck you now, Gwen, but you still don’t have permission to move or to speak."

She heard the sound of a zipper opening behind her. The thought flashed across her mind that she was mostly naked and being ravished by Simon who was still fully dressed before rough hands pushed her skirt up around her hips. Simon’s hands were warm and callous roughened as he massaged and squeezed her buttocks. She was startled by warm lips and a sharp nip on first one buttock then the other. She almost jumped, but managed to remain still.

Simon chuckled, "Good girl. My god, Gwen, you’re unbelievable."

Satisfaction at pleasing him flooded through her at his words, but all thought flew from her mind when he thrust his fingers deeply into her channel. A long, deep, drawn out moan of pleasure escaped Gwen without her realizing it.

"Like that do you?"

She didn’t dare respond, not even to nod her head. She heard him chuckle with pleasure.

"Very good, Sweetheart. Very good."

Simon’s fingers moved in and out of her slowly, languorously as if there were nothing else he wanted to do except finger her pussy. Her pussy dripped with cream and she felt it trickling down her thighs. She wanted desperately for Simon to fill her with his cock. She needed his hardness thrusting into her and taking her to completion.

She moaned and whimpered her need to him, but he just continued to finger her pussy. His fingers were large and strong, but she needed more. She clenched around his fingers involuntarily as tension grew in her body. With each thrust he touched something inside her that she’d never felt before. Each stroke zinged through her like the scrape of a match on flint. Sparks flew, but the flame stayed just out of reach.

Just when she thought she could stand no more, she heard the distinctive rip and roll of a condom being applied. For the barest instant, Gwen felt the slick coolness of the latex puddle at her entrance before Simon thrust himself fully into her.

Gwen groaned deeply. It was an almost animal sound of pleasure, pain and need. Simon stretched her fully. He felt long and wide and too big for her unused pussy. He never relented. He pushed deep and held himself there as she slowly stretched to accommodate him.

He soothed her with gentle hands that roamed and massaged her body all the while murmuring nonsense words of comfort to her. His touch soon turned heated, however, as if he couldn’t help himself. He was still much too big for her, but rather than soothe, his touch once again only inflamed her need.

He palmed and massaged her breasts with an urgency heretofore unseen in him. He toyed with her nipples, pinching and tugging on them repeatedly so that it was if he plucked the stings of pleasure that connected her nipples to her clitoris. The tension in her body was growing tighter and tighter. She couldn’t relax. He allowed her no release, no pause from the tidal wave of pleasure he was building in her body.

"Gwen." Simon groaned her name, "You are so fucking tight." He ground his hips into her as he spoke.

She felt the silky sac of his balls rubbing against the tender skin of her thighs. The hair on his legs and groin was soft and gently abraded her ass as he pressed into her.

Finally, Simon pulled out to the tip and teased her with small, thrusts as he slowly, so slowly pressed his cock back inside of her. Again, he pulled out to the tip and again he played and dallied as he thrust inside of her.

Simon ravaged her pussy in slow, gentle strokes. He played in her hole, dallied in her cream. He slow-fucked her as if only his cock and her pussy had any value, any meaning in the universe. He owned her pussy, branding her as surely as if he’d touched her with red hot iron.

She quivered with the need to join in his play. Her body pulsed and thrummed with ecstasy. Every cell, every heartbeat, every breath was saturated with Simon’s possession and she felt as if she’d explode if he didn’t allow her release.

"You want to move don’t you," Simon whispered behind her.

Gwen didn’t respond she wasn’t sure if his question represented permission.

"You may answer me," he took her shoulder in his teeth and bit down. Gwen shuddered in pleasure as the pain he caused magnified the pleasure in every other part of her body.

"Yes, yes. Please." Her fingers dug into the table as she struggled now to maintain her stillness.

Simon didn’t answer her immediately. He pulled his cock out to the tip and held it there pumping just the head into her is short, rapid thrusts. For long moments, he teased her before saying, "Do whatever you want to, sweetheart."

Gwen exploded. She impaled herself on his cock over and over in hard, deep motions. Her breasts bounced violently and her head jerked and lolled as she pounded against him.

Simon grabbed her hips and joined the ride. He pounded into her over and over. She grunted and moaned as he rode her hard. Simon pounded relentlessly into her never letting up, never abating. Each thrust pushed Gwen further and further to the edge of an ecstasy she was sure she’d never experienced before.