Dana Bell: Sweet Dreams

Oh, yeah. She could get used to this Puma stuff.

“God, yes, more.” He groaned and went wild above her.

His mouth was sucking and licking and biting her all over. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, eager for more of the oral loving he’d given her that morning. But apparently he had something different in mind.

“Don’t move.” Simon stood next to the bed, stroking his cock.

“Duh.” Her gaze fastened on the most luscious piece of man-meat it had ever been her privilege to see.

It was a thing of beauty, and according to Simon it was all hers.

He pulled her up by her arms, sitting her on the edge of the bed. He pushed her head towards his groin with a gravelly command. “Suck.”

She shuddered as those talented fingers delved into her wet pussy, his thumb circling her clit just the way she liked it. He must have been paying serious attention this morning.

She sucked on him for all she was worth, hollowing her cheeks out to provide even more suction. “God, yes, baby.” His moans intensified when she started moving her tongue along the underside of his shaft. He started chanting softly, “Good, so good,” as he moved his hips, fucking her mouth, his gold eyes staring down at her with a desperate hunger that urged her on and inflamed her own.

His fingers set up a strumming rhythm, and before she knew it they were both coming. Becky swallowed, the salty sweet taste filling her senses, making her hungry for more. From the look on his face, she was going to get it, too.

Simon pulled out of her mouth with a happy sigh. “You have no idea how long it’s been since I came with someone else doing the honors. My wrist was beginning to develop carpal tunnel syndrome.” He sighed as he flopped down next to her.

“Poor baby.”

Turning with a grin he curled up around her, gently caressing her breasts. “Yup.” Leaning down he gently rasped his tongue over one engorged nipple. “Ready for round two?”

“Round three for me, actually.” She grinned, pulling on his semi-hard cock with long, smooth strokes.

She buried her head against his neck and licked him in the same area he’d bitten her. His groan as he rolled her over onto her back again told her how much he liked that.

She shivered when Simon began lapping at his mark on her neck. It was strangely sensitive, almost as much as her nipples, and sent the same tingles down to her clit. He began to purr, sending that vibration down his tongue, making her think wicked, wicked thoughts. She was about to beg him to bite her again when he lifted his head.

“Wanna feel that against your pussy, baby?”

She nodded, damn close to whimpering.

He arched above her body, his legs thrust between her own. His grin was feral. “Better than donuts.” He lapped and sucked his way down her body, leaving love bites all over her fair skin. “Sweet, sweet Becky breakfast. I could eat this every day.” His rough, purring tongue lapping at her nipples had her practically coming from just that alone. From the wicked grin on his face he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

She experienced a moment’s jealousy as she wondered who else he’d done that to before he took all capacity for rational thought away. He blew gently on her mound, causing goose bumps to rise along her skin. One hand began petting her soft brown curls as his tongue reached out and barely touched her clit.

Slowly he lapped at her, never varying his pace, never failing to nail her clit in exactly the right spot. He had to hold her hips down with one big, brawny arm or she would have been dancing across the bed.

The vibrations from his purring had her screaming an orgasm to the ceiling so fast it startled her. Simon groaned as she came, lapping her juices while she shuddered and squirmed.

“Simon,” she panted, both hands gripping the sides of his head. She tugged, hard , hardly noticing his laugh as she put that tongue right where she wanted it. The man licked, nipped, sucked and lapped at her pussy as if he had all the time in the world until she’d screamed out two more orgasms.

With a wild groan he pulled free of her hold and thrust into her with a fierceness that ripped through her.

He began a bruising pounding that was sure to send the oak headboard right through the wall. Simon sat up on his heels and grasped both of her thighs, pulling her into his body as he fucked her hard.

The orgasm that rolled through her was so intense she felt her lungs seize. Simon roared above her, head thrown back in ecstasy as he pumped his seed into her welcoming body over and over again.

He collapsed on top of her, sweaty and gasping for air, his body still buried in hers. His arms came around her and cradled her close; his face buried itself in the side of her neck, right next to his mark.

“Holy Mother of God.” She was having a hard time catching her breath. Every part of her body tingled.

“I’m not in a coma. I’m dead, and this is my reward for living a good life.” She looked over at the naked, sweaty, very happy man lying in a boneless puddle next to her. “A very good life.” His shoulders started to shake. Her hand languidly stroked one muscular butt cheek. “Hell, I must have been a fucking saint.”

She giggled as his purr tickled her neck.

Max and Emma were due any minute. Between the fight with Livia and the night (and morning…good Lord, the morning ) with Simon, she was looking forward to a nice, quiet meal with friends. She smoothed her unruly hair back, studying the curls with a frown. They were the bane of her existence. No matter what she did her hair looked frizzy. Although she had to admit it looked a lot better than it had in high school when she’d tried wearing her hair in a bob. She shuddered at the memory.

She slicked on pale lip gloss just as Simon walked into the bedroom.

“Damn, baby. Never mind dinner, let’s skip to dessert.”

She rolled her eyes and ignored his ultra-hot grin as he slowly took in her violet halter dress. She’d gone shopping with Emma that afternoon, intent on making an impression. From the look on Simon’s face she’d done a good job. The halter dress enhanced what few curves she had, and the fact that it hit an inch or two above her knee didn’t hurt. Becky knew her legs were her best asset, and tonight she’d decided to play that up.

She stared at him in the mirror. Damn, the man looked good. The hunter green button-down shirt and black slacks he’d chosen were a far cry from the jeans and T-shirt he normally wore. And he hadn’t tied his hair back, either. It brushed his shoulders, making her fingers itch with the need to touch it.

He moved closer, sliding his hands around her waist. His teeth sank gently into the side of her neck just above his mark. “Are you sure you want to go out tonight?”

The doorbell rang. She laughed as he groaned. “You’re the one who invited Max and Emma, remember?”

“Don’t remind me.”

He’d made the invitation when Emma had shown up on his doorstep, practically bouncing, and announcing she was kidnapping Becky for the day. She’d agreed quickly and dragged Becky out of the house, Simon’s hearty laugh following them all the way to Max’s car. Emma had taken Max’s car because she’d decided they were going shopping.

Becky had laughed. Knowing Emma, she’d known they’d need the extra room Max’s Durango provided. She’d been right. She just hoped Max hadn’t been too horrified when Emma got home, bags and boxes piled in the back seat.

She followed him to the front door. “Hi, Emma, Max.”

“Hi, Becks. Hi, Simon.” Emma looked gorgeous in a caramel colored turtleneck sweater and heather gray slacks that complemented her golden skin tone. She wore her favorite black pea coat.