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A quiet whine and a frustrated huff from his bedside partner had him stirring, a quick glance at clock beside the bed confirming that it hadn't been long since the two of you had fallen asleep to begin with. His arms squeezed you tighter, his hold on you having loosened far too much for either of your liking as he had slept.
It was a combination of sounds he was familiar with, the shallow and shaking breaths fighting from your lungs telling his half-awake mind everything it needed to know to snap him to his senses in no time at all.
"Your breathing is agitated."
His observation served as the announcement that he was awake, his gravelly, sleep-filled voice enough to pull another whine from you, your ass rubbing back into his waist. One of the large hands that rested against your stomach slid down to grip your hip as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, a rumbling laugh muffled by your skin.
His cock was already twitching in the sweatpants he'd pulled on before bed, teeth nipping at a slight raised bite mark from one of your earlier sessions. Simon had been gone for months, only just returning to you the afternoon before, and the two of you had found everything in your power to not leave one another...or more specifically, your bed.
To say the two of you were relieved to be in one another's presence again would have been an understatement, because in the twelve hours since he'd returned to you, the only thing that had pulled his eyes from you was the insufficient amount of sleep. But with the insatiability coursing through both of your bodies like a flooded river, he was more than happy to be woken up like this.
Especially when you moaned in reply to the attention you were receiving on your neck by his lips and tongue, grinding back into him in a silent plea again as you reached one of your hands behind you to grasp at the back of his head.
"Oh, you naughty minx," he had that layer of amusement behind his voice that you always loved to hear, his affection for you evident just in how he spoke. "Didn't get enough, huh? Thought you'd be sore, love."
"I am," you whined again, words shaking as you gave his hair a gentle tug, his lips curving into a smile against your skin until he nipped at another older mark. "Need m-more..."
"That's not how to ask," he remarked in a smug tone you were exceedingly familiar with, his lips lightly brushing behind your ear as he spoke. "What do you need? My fingers, my mouth...d'you think you could even take my cock again? You're not using your words."
At this point, you knew somewhere inside that Simon was going to insist on this game until you gave him exactly what he wanted. And yet, your mind was blurred just enough still by sleep and lust that you couldn't formulate anything remotely adequate and free of a desperate whine soaking your tone.
"A-anything."
"Ask nicely."
You took the opportunity to do what you could always muster, what always felt like the most natural thing in the world to you - you turned in his arms, pressing your lips to his in a kiss you hoped communicated how lecherous you felt for him.
The kisses between you two were always easy - your mouths came together in synchrony, you never fought for dominance with him, and the result was a beautiful, perfect exchange of passion without words.
As much as Simon loved to hear you talk, to soak in breathless words as you told him exactly what you wanted from him, you also knew that there was little he loved more than a kiss like this from you, particularly out of need in the middle of the night.
"Need you, Si," you whined against his lips, trailing your soft kisses from his lips to the corner of his mouth to his jaw, inhaling the familiar musk that was him. You brushed your lips feather light over one of the scars on his face, causing the love he felt for you to flare in him, a rush of heat and adoration filling every inch of his body.
One of his hands slipped below the t-shirt you'd slipped over your head before bed that looked much better on you than it did him...in his opinion, anyway.
When your attempt went unanswered you nipped at a sensitive area on his neck before you claimed his lips again, an impatient whimper swallowed by him as he returned your kiss. Another low, short laugh vibrated through his chest as he nipped at your bottom lip again, his attention shifting to your neck again as he lowered his head.
"You can barely talk, love," you'd told him many times that it was unfair for him to talk so lowly right into your ear, and he'd only remembered it and made a point to exploit the weakness at every turn. "Let me take care of you."
A large hand slid to grasp your calf, encouraging you to raise one of your legs and throw it over his hip. The thigh you'd been pressed against had a visible spot where your arousal had soaked the fabric of his sweatpants, he didn't need much more than the moonlight coming through the blinds to aid him in that discovery, and he groaned in appreciation at the sight.
"Fuckin' hell. Already soaked and I've not even touched you."
To no surprise you whined again, grinding your still overstimulated sex against his thigh, desperate for any amount of friction or pressure that would relieve some of the heat engulfing you.
He stopped his movements as he went in to kiss a sensitive spot between your neck and collarbone, his tongue clicking against his teeth in light disapproval before he taunted aloud.
"Desperate, but still hasn't managed to ask nicely..."
He abandoned his attention elsewhere and reached to kiss you again as he pushed her panties to the side, grumbling against your lips about how wet they are as he connected his palm to your clit, his three middle fingers spreading your soaked folds. He smiled against your lips and nipped at the swollen bottom one again, feeling his smile widen briefly - as long as he'd allow it - as you whined out his name.
"You just gonna keeping whining?"
"Fu..."
Your possible complaint or curse was cut off by two of his fingers slipping into your velvet channel with ease, your mouth hanging open as you looked into his eyes, your own wide and pupils blown as you lost your thought.
"There you go, sweetheart," he cooed, rubbing the most sensitive patch of sponginess inside you with expert precision. "I've got you. I know what you need."
"Please, Simon," you breathed out heavily, eyes rolling back slightly as he pumped his fingers into you and watched on in pride as your arousal coated his hand. Accepting he was too transfixed on the show he had created for himself to kiss him you instead leaned forward to kiss his chest, sucking a mark of your own where no one would see it should his return home be cut short.
Even with a hazy mind, you were considerate of every aspect of his life, no detail going forgotten in your memory and your actions always conscious of consequences. It was high on the list of reasons he loved you, a list he ran through when he needed to occupy his mind.
"Much better, darling," he complimented, his fingers slipping from you briefly before he pushed them back in, repeating the action until he set a steady pace with them. "Now you're sayin' please like a good fuckin' girl. I'll give you whatever you ask me to when you ask nicely."
"Please...need you again, Si."
He hummed his approval to your words as his other hand slipped beneath his shirt to cup one of your breasts, his thumb circling your nipple so delicately it only confirmed he viewed you as fragile as a flower.
"Such a nice way to ask," he cooed again, pinching your nipple between his fingers gently before rubbing it again. "You're not too sore?"
It was so like him to be considerate of your well-being, even with his obvious erection pressing into you. He wanted you, and there was never any doubt that he would rather be buried in your pussy than anything, but if your body needed a break he would happily give you the orgasm you needed with his tongue.
But there was no denying the hope he felt that you would give him another round before truly sleeping for the night.
"No," you finally managed out an answer through moans and gasps, his fingers still moving at perfect time and his palm still applying the perfect pressure to your clit to keep you on the edge. He pulled his shirt from you with one hand, needing to have unencumbered access to your body - it was honestly surprising he'd lasted this long with a barrier between you. "Promise, 'm fine..."
"You want another load that badly?"
"Yes," it came out in a choked, broken moan, your teeth sinking into his chest hard enough to give him another mark to communicate physically what you couldn't with words. Simon had always been infatuated with you leaving your mark on him in places only he could see, and the fact that you made a point to remember those details about him only made him want you more.
"Fuck, I'll give you one."
He pulled his fingers from you and raised his hand to his face to lick them clean, an appreciative him rumbling in his chest beneath your lips as you kissed the expanse of his toned muscles. Your affections were interrupted as he moved to his knees, grasping your hips gently to roll you to your stomach, reaching with one hand to grasp his pillow and slip it beneath your hips.
He pushed his sweats down as much as he needed to, grasping his cock and stroking it to the sight of you laying expectantly beneath him, your pussy glistening with your arousal. From behind you you could hear him spit into his hand, smearing his own saliva on his cock to help ease his entry into you.
He leaned forward to press a kiss behind your ear before his gentle words entered your ears again.
"You just lay still and take it like a good girl."
He was already slipping his thick cock into you as he finished his instruction, one of his hands gently gripping you hip as the other ensured your pillow was still beneath your head. He stayed laying against you, conscious not to rest his weight entirely against you but unwilling to stop pressing rough kisses anywhere he could connect his lips to on your neck, back, and shoulders.
A blissful sigh of a moan blossomed from your chest as he bottomed out, his movements stilling to appreciate how your walls clenched around him, welcoming every inch of his cock home into you.
"Thank you," the words were so quiet they'd have gone unheard at any other time, your appreciation genuine in them as you arched your back to improve his angle even more. His hold on you tightened and he pressed his forehead into your shoulder to steady himself, a smile spreading across his features before he leaned to press a kiss to your cheek.
It was that fleeting moment of non-verbal communications of love that he took as his signal to move, his hips rocking against yours in a gentle pace - clearly, his worries about your soreness remained.
"So cute," he muttered against your skin, unwilling to pull his lips away from your skin for even a moment. He reached to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, immediately wishing he had opted to keep you on your back so he could enjoy the full beauty of your face and kiss you properly. "You tell me if it's too much."
"Uh huh..."
It was as if you read his mind as you propped up on your elbows, turning your head in a silent plea for him to kiss you - one he happily obliged. From this angle it was messy, but it was the sort of imperfect harmony between the two of you that helped him set the perfect pace with his hips, his cock slowly pulling completely out of you and pushing back in in a way that made you both feel every inch massaging and stretching your walls again and again.
"You feel fucking incredible," he groaned out, stilling his movements again when he was buried to the hilt in you, waiting for you to give any sign of discomfort before he fucked you properly. In protest of his lack of movement you pulled your hips forward before fucking back onto him, immediately intoxicated by the deep groan that filled the room.
"Need more," you fought out through breaths, the whine returning to your voice as you became more desperate for release as the moments passed.
"'s not enough for you, love?" he questioned, leaning his head closer and running his nose along your jaw until he could nip at the delicate spot beneath your ear, "My needy girl needs more, eh?"
"Please," you gasped out, walls clenching around him tighter as your fingers gripped the sheets so hard you threatened to tear them. With the overstimulation building throughout the night, it had somehow become worse for him to be still and gentle than rough and demanding. "Please, Simon."
"Gonna turn you over."
The warning still wasn't enough to satiate the shock of him leaving you completely, your pussy clenching around nothing at the loss of him and a whine of objection ripping from your throat.
"I know, love, I'm cruel," his voice was gentle yet once again laced with that subtle tone of mockery, his teasing side flaring up no matter how much closer to the edge it drove you. "But I need to see that pretty face."
Once he had you comfortably on your back, your ass resting against the pillow and hips raised at the perfect angle for him you spread your legs without instruction, hands grasping for him to encourage him to come closer faster. He grasped his cock again as he moved between your legs, holding one of your hips in his hand again as he began to sink back into you.
"That's better," he groaned out in a heavy breath, his words less punctual as he allowed himself to find shelter and security in you again.
It was always best like this - when he was buried to the hilt in you, bodies so close your torsos were pressed together sharing an impossible amount of heat as your foreheads came together. He loved to watch your expressions shift - to ensure only pleasure crossed your features as he stretched and filled you, hell-bent on giving you nothing but pleasure.
Hurting you was out of the question, and any way he could avoid it, he would. It was his personal pride that you didn't need to worry about a thing when he was by your side.
"Kiss me," you whispered lowly, eyes adjusting to the briefest amount of light that had begun to form at the new hour to truly look him in the eyes, the tip of your nose bumping into his playfully. "Please."
"My polite girl."
He found the perfect pace again as he closed the distance to kiss you again, incredibly conscious with every movement of how much weight he was putting on your legs and hips as he leaned into you, desperate to close any space between the two of you.
The kiss reflected the relatively sleepless morning - tired and routine yet full of the optimism and vigor of a new day. Your fingers clutched to his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin to silently beg him to stay closer, to plead with him not to pull away - an unnecessary thing as he had no intention of doing so.
When you needed air you pulled away to bury your face in his neck, wrapping your arms around his chest. Between shaking, heavy breaths you pressed kisses wherever you could reach on his neck and shoulders.
"I love you, Simon," you whispered quietly, knowing they were the four words he needed to hear to truly start his day.
His reply was to give you exactly what you needed to send you off to sleep fulfilled with the bliss of another orgasm, a verbal response unnecessary as he focused his attention on showing you his love with precision.
The sounds that filled the apartment were deliciously lewd, the kind he would embed in his memory to use for a quick release when he was away from you. The sounds of you moaning, his name falling from your lips in breathless whimpers, his cock slipping back into your soaked sex...all were embedded into his mind forever.
As much as he'd feigned complaint about your whining, it was no secret that he loved when he'd fucked you to the point where your mind seemed to lose all sense. What he loved more than anything was your response when you knew he was going to cum.
"You want me to fill you again?"
"Yes," the response from you was immediate and filled with desperation, your walls clenching around him hard as he fucked into you harder, his body becoming increasingly desperate for his own release with each passing moment, the temperature building around him so hot the air was heavy in his lungs. "Please...fuck...ah...please, Simon..."
"You're so desperate to be full of my cum," when his voice was somewhat broken like this - when he was forcing out words between grunts and heavy breaths - is when you found him the sexiest, because this side of Simon, free of any exterior walls, was only for you. "If you weren't on that birth control you'd be bred by the time I leave here again."
You cried out his name so loud he wondered how loud he'd have to make you be until the closest neighbors knew he was home, something he was more than willing to put to the test. Your nails dug into his skin again, dragging downward until you were able to grasp his ass, pushing him closer to you to silently beg.
"Oh, you like that, you naughty thing?"
"Fuckin' hell, Simon..."
His lips were on your neck again, a breathless laugh hot against your skin.
"Say it..."
"I do," you finally gave in, head spinning as your heart pounded hard in your chest, so hard you were certain he could feel it in his own. "Fuck, please fill me again."
"Only when you cum on my cock first, love," he breathed out, turning his head to claim your lips in a soft kiss, his teeth catching your swollen bottom lip briefly and as gently as possible before he kissed the tip of your nose. "You know the rule."
"Then fuck me."
This was the most relentless pace he'd set as he thrust into you, one of his hands reaching to rub your clit. When you moaned out his name a bit louder than the last he took it as a continued challenge, straightening up and grasping your hip tightly in one hand as he pounded into you at a bruising pace, accepting that you wouldn't be able to do much of anything outside of the house for the next day as you recovered from the day you'd had together.
He was more than happy to stay inside with you as long as you needed. In fact, it may have been his plan all along.
Your legs started to shake as you wrapped them around his waist to pull him in closer, your vision beginning to blur and the sounds of your bodies coming together and your sounds of pleasure becoming muffled as your brain flooded with pleasure.
Your hands slid down to his abs where you felt them tightening at your fingertips, his own release being fought off as he coaxed yours from you first.
"That's it, love," he breathed out, swiftly placing a messy kiss to the tip of your nose. "Fuck, love when your cunt starts clenching on me. Let me hear you."
The combination of his words, his hands and lips on you, and pure overstimulation finally pulled what he'd sought from you - you screamed his name, hopefully fulfilling his desire to let the neighbors know you were very happily taken. The thought alone made him go faster and harder until his own release was spilling from him in thick, hot spurts, his forehead resting against yours and eyes squeezed shut in focus as he lazily thrust through another massive load that filled you again.
When he had ridden you both through your orgasms he pulled away from you slowly, laying between her legs with his torso on top of you. His head found a comfortable position on your chest to relax, both of you focusing on catching your breath.
Though his eyes were closed and his attention was on his breath you were not forgotten, his hands lightly rubbing and caressing any part of you he could reach, his lips lazily pressing to your chest with no consistent frequency.
Both of you satiated for the night, there was no reason to disrupt the natural peace that surrounded the two of you. Instead, you found your breaths soon mirrored one another and with your fingers carded through his hair, holding him against your chest where your heartbeat served as a lullaby.
It was the fastest Simon had found sleep in weeks, and for the moment at least, everything was exactly as it should be.