I stroked Simon harder, and he returned the favour. The more I worked his shaft, the more attention he gave to my increasingly wet slit. He must have been able to feel how turned on I was. He'd probably tease me about it, but I hoped he wouldn't. We both knew what kind of effect we were having on the other. He didn't need to say it out loud.

His lips trailed soft kissed across my neck while he played with my pussy. My hips betrayed me and started rocking in almost imperceptibly small motions. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was what I really wanted from him. The way...