Simon Says (Friends and Lovers) (6 page)

BeadLady_GC:
LOL

Simon.Cain:
Listen, I can only say this. You gave me a gift that I had more of less given up on finding. I thank you for that even if you never see me agai
n. I’ve been made to feel like pervert for wanting what I want. You made me feel like a normal man making love to beautiful woman.

BeadLady_GC:
I’m flattered.

Simon.Cain:
I don’t flatter, I speak the truth.

BeadLady_GC:
Okay … thank you.

Simon.Cain:
We
lcome. Gwen…

BeadLady_GC:
Yes?

Simon.Cain:
Don’t run again.

BeadLady_GC:
???

Simon.Cain:
I’m going to be gone for three more weeks. Talk with me. Nothing more. Will you?

Gwen’s fingers froze over the keyboard. Could she? What if it Simon was just being nice?

Simon.Cain:
Gwen?

BeadLady_GC:
Yes

Simon.Cain:
Excellent! What’s your number?

BeadLady_GC:
Now? You want to talk now?

Simon.Cain:
Do you have something else to do?

BeadLady_GC:
No
.

Simon.Cain:
Good. What’s your number?

Gwen’s stomach lurched as she typed out her number. What the hell was she thinking? This couldn’t end well. She rested her fingers back on the keys typing out an excuse to Simon. Chatting she could do, talking she wasn’t ready for. Before she even got the words typed, her phone rang.

Simon’s hand shook just slightly as he reached for the doorbell. He couldn’t believe that he was once again as nervous as a teenager. He’d told Gwen that he’d be by tonight, but he hadn’t given her a time. He’d wanted to keep her just a little off kilter so her first reaction would be unschooled.

The last three weeks had been crazy, but great. His new game idea been commissioned and the team was fast at work. Simon had overseen the casting of the voices and actors for the animation and had delivered the initial code base to the programmers. The promo tour for
Trinity IV
had wrapped successfully. It had been exhausting, but he’d never felt better. No matter how crazy the last three weeks had been, there had been Gwen.

They’d spoken every night since that first one. At first, he’d tried to put her at ease, but had quickly realized he was patronizing her by doing so. After that, he’d just been himself and pulled no punches with her. She was going to have to get over her insecurity because it made sense to do so, not because he coddled her.

He’d found he could talk with her about anything. She didn’t judge and she was interesting and funny. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed being with an intelligent woman. He’d begun to count the minutes until he spoke to her again. To share some anecdote from his day or ask her opinion on a challenge he’d come across in his game.

He’d fallen in love with her. The problem was that he wasn’t sure how she felt about him. They’d finally come back to the subject of Paul about a week ago and they’d talk it through for a long time.

He’d challenged her to prove how submitting made anyone weak or loose. He demanded she disprove the notion that the amount of self-discipline and control required to submit far exceeded what it took to dominate. That in that particular partnership, it could be argued that the stronger of the two was often the submissive.

He’d argued that trust and respect were the foundation of any relationship and was no different in a dominant/submissive relationship. He’d put it out there that submission went both ways in any relationship and that he wasn’t afraid to submit if that was what the circumstances called for. He’d deliberately reminded her that he’d turned over control to her at the very end of their encounter and she’d been the one in charge at that point.

He’d laid out his arguments and then demanded that she prove him wrong. She hadn’t been able to. She’d been very quiet after that and had ended the call claiming the need to get up early the next morning. Simon had let her go, certain he just ended any chance of a relationship with her, but she’d called him the next day at lunch just to say hello.

They hadn’t spoken of it again since then. Simon wasn’t going to let it drop, but he wanted to spend some time with her first. He wanted to give her a chance to see him for who he was and know that his feelings for her had only grown, not changed because of what she’d done for him.

Now, if only she’d put him out of his misery and open the door. The face that greeted him in the window as the doorbell faded, however, was not Gwen’s. It was Monster. He was clearly standing up against the door. His face was split wide in a huge doggy grin.

"Monster. Off," Gwen’s voice rang out in a clear and precise command. Monster obediently dropped to all fours. Simon was impressed.

Gwen’s face lit up when she saw him. Her lips parted in a gentle smile and she licked her lips nervously. Blood rushed to Simon’s cock when he saw her tongue dart out from between her full, pink lips. He ruthlessly locked those thoughts away. He wasn’t going there with her today.

She opened the door and he was transfixed. She was radiant in gold. She wore a strapless sun dress in gold cotton. The skirt was long hanging all the way down to her ankles. She had layers of bead necklaces draped around her neck.

"Giving Mr. T a run for his money?" Simon teased.

Gwen flushed and removed the necklaces with a chuckle. "I’m sorting, I’ll have you know. We’ve got a trunk show this weekend."

She stepped back to allow him into her house. She stepped in her dining room and deposited the necklaces on a table littered with boxes, bags and a cornucopia of beaded jewelry.

"Trunk show?"

"It’s a special event where I have a select group of designers come in and show off their pieces. It’s a good way to generate business and offer stock that isn’t cost effective for me to keep on hand. I do two every year."

"Impressive. Whose pieces are these?"

"These are mine," the pride in her voice was evident.

"I’m doubly impressed. You never told me you made jewelry too."

"I dabble, but I’m still more of the business lady than the designer."

"Don’t underestimate yourself. These are nice."

Simon fingered one of the necklaces she’d taken off. The beads were different shapes and sizes, but all were a different shade of gold. The piece had an earthy, natural quality that reminded him of Gwen.

She cleared her throat, abruptly, "Would you like to sit? Some coffee."

"Sure … to both."

Simon followed Gwen into her living room, where she excused herself to get the coffee. Her home was neat and tidy. Everything was in its place. She had an eclectic style with Asian and Indian pieces layered in with contemporary, modern pieces. Simon sat on the proffered sofa.

Her sofa was deep, ruby red velvet and looked like it should have been in a movie. There was a low coffee table of some indeterminate style in ebony stained wood. The chairs opposite the sofa were large and overstuffed. The kind you’d expect to see next to a fireplace. They were covered in soft, beige suede like material and looked comfortable.

There was no TV in the room and Simon remembered that she said she watched Hulu on the computer if she wanted to see anything. Her laptop sat in the back of the room on a work desk that was made to fit the corner. Monster was sprawled on a huge, black dog bed immediately next to the desk. He was sacked out and snoring as only a Pitbull could.

Gwen came back with two cups of coffee, but she looked in pain. Simon jumped up and took the steaming mugs from her placing them on the coffee table. She was shaking her hands as if to cool them and he gently took them in both hands.

"You okay?"

"Yes, that was stupid. I should have used a tray."

Simon lifted her hands to his mouth and kissed first one palm then the other. Her palms were hot where the mugs had heated her skin. Her breath hitched and Simon grinned against her palms, but released her.

She looked flustered and he was tempted to let her stew, but he had mercy on her.

"Come here, Gwen. I want to hold you."

He held out his arms to her, but she hesitated. "It’s your choice, Gwen."

She stepped into his arms wrapping hers around his waist. He held her close and inhaled her scent. She fit perfectly into in his arms. Her body was as delicious as he remembered. Her full round breasts pressed into his chest. Simon’s body reacted despite his strict instructions to his cock, but he didn’t pull away. He didn’t do anything else either. He just held her.

It was Gwen who pulled back. She leaned back just enough to look at him. Her face was flushed and her nipples were hard under the thin cotton of the dress she wore. Her gaze as she looked up at him was expectant.

"Gwen, anything that happens tonight is on your terms. I won’t ask anything of you. I came over to spend time with you, not make demands no matter how much I want to make love to you."

She flushed and looked down, but quickly squared her shoulders and looked directly at him. "You mean it? Everything is on my terms?"

He looked directly into her crystal green eyes and said simply, "Yes."

She pulled out of his arms then and Simon let them fall to his sides. He moved as if to reclaim his spot on the couch, but Gwen stopped him with a gentle touch on his arm.

"No." Her words were a whisper, but no less firm.

Simon stood still and waited. Gwen trailed gentle fingers over his chest. Her touch was light and raised goosebumps in its wake. Simon’s cock hardened under her gentle ministrations.

"Gwen …" he’d planned to let her know he had no expectations, that she didn’t have to do anything, but she placed gentle fingers across his lips to silence him.

"You don’t have permission to speak," she smiled at him mischievously and he laughed. He couldn’t help himself. His laughter died when she leaned over and bit his nipple through his T-shirt though.

His cock jerked under his jeans. Gwen noticed. She reached down and unzipped his jeans. Reaching into his pants, she squeezed his cock. Simon groaned and pressed his dick into her palm only to have her release him and step back.

"Undress," she directed.

Simon complied. Divesting himself of his clothes and draping them over one of the twinned arm-chairs.

"Sit down," Gwen pointed to the empty chair. Simon complied.

Gwen gathered her skirt and settled between his legs. She studied his body unabashedly. Her peridot gaze settled on his rigid erection. She leaned over and rubbed her cheek along the sensitive flesh.

The skin of her face was silky and smooth unlike his own perpetually stubbled face. Her warm breath tickled over his cock and he jerked in response. Simon’s reached a hand toward her only to have her quirk a disapproving eyebrow at him.

"You’re not allowed to move either."

Simon dropped his hand. It thrilled him that she was willing to play with him. That she wanted to be intimate with him so soon. He’d thought to go very slow with her. He was being tested, though. Of that, he had no doubt. He’d told her he would submit as easily as she had if he believed that is what his partner wanted or needed. She was seeing if he was as good as his word.

Gwen gripped his cock firmly standing it up. She stroked up the shaft squeezing him just under the mushroom tip and small drops of moisture pearled up. Gwen dipped her head and lapped up the salty tears before dropping lower and licking down the length of him. She continued teasing him licking him gently and feathering kisses along his shaft. Her tongue was warm velvet and wet heat against his sensitized skin.

He wanted to demand she suck him into her mouth. He wanted to grab her head and thrust his cock between those luscious lips, but he’d made a promise and he never broke his word. She was, however, going to kill him if she kept it up.

Gwen left his cock and began to stroke his chest and stomach. His muscles flexed everywhere she touched so that his body rippled and moved with her. She seemed entranced with the feel of him. She closed her eyes and continued her exploration. He felt as if she was committing him to memory.

Her lips were parted slightly and just the tip of her tongue was visible between her teeth. Simon clamped down on the need to lean in and suck her tongue into his mouth.

Gwen took pity on him then and sucked him into her mouth. Simon struggled against the urge to arch into her mouth. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on his body.

Gwen worshiped his cock with her lips and tongue. She licked and sucked, nipped and teased his cock for long moments. He felt himself swelling even harder in her mouth. She took him deeply, swallowing him down all the way to the base. No woman had ever taken him fully.

Simon could no longer control the sounds he made. His groans were guttural and thick as she laved his cock. She ate him like he was a popsicle and she didn’t want to miss a single drop. Simon wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer.

Gwen released his cock with a wet slurp. She licked her lips as if to savor his taste. Leaning forward, she kissed him gently licking her way into his mouth and exploring its depths. She made kissing him an act of adoration and he was breathless by the time she broke away.

She too was panting and breathless as she rested her forehead against him and said, "I want you to come for me Simon. I want to drink you down. If you need to move or speak do so."

Simon groaned as his cock jerked and he almost came at the image that ran through his head at her words. Gwen sank back on her heels and swallowed Simon down.

She was an erotic vision between his legs. His cock stretched her mouth to the limit and her lips were swollen and deep pink from sucking him. Saliva coated the shaft and she worked him in long, luscious strokes. Simon never wanted to leave the haven of her mouth. His cock had never been treated so tenderly. The very gentleness of her touch intensified each sensation so that Simon was rapidly being overwhelmed with pleasure.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Simon gripped Gwen’s head and began to thrust into her mouth in short, urgent strokes. She relaxed and allowed him to take the lead as he pumped himself into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue along the underside of his shaft paying particular attention to just under the mushroom head. That gentle touch was his undoing.

Simon’s body spasmed and clenched in a rictus of pleasure as he poured himself down her throat, all the while shouting her name.

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He tasted of salt and Simon and Gwen drank of him greedily. His penis was softening in her mouth, but she didn’t want to relinquish him yet. He’d come in warm, gushing spurts in her mouth and she’d reveled in her ability to please him.