#affectioncore

He was done for. How could he resist? You weren't smug about it either; he could tell you were nervous, too. And that somehow made him feel a little more at ease. He leaned in, a slot slower than he normally would.

The kiss was almost juvenile. Sweet, careful. And then your soft hands found the back of his neck, and you pressed yourself closer to his chest. Silently begging for more, giving him the permission he didn't know he was waiting for. His rough hands found your waist, they traveled down to your lower back, and stayed there. Respectfully. The kiss grew more passionate, and when both of you were out of breath, you pulled away slightly. Simon hadn't realized you had been on your tippy toes until now, when you found your footing again.

You flashed him a smile, a dazzling, sweet smile. Funnily enough, that made the schoolboy in Simon feel like a man again. He wasn't nervous anymore; in fact, he felt like a million bucks.

"Wanna get out of here, kid?"

That's all it took. Hands touching, feet stumbling, keys jangling, lips kissing...he pushed the door to his apartment closed, pressing you up against it as he went.

He was ready to devour you, ravish you, give you the fucking of a lifetime...jackets were dropped on the floor, shoes were kicked off you were all over each other, a heavy breathing, stumbling mess. And then you grabbed his face with both hands, pulling it up from where it was nestled in the crook of your neck.

"M-make love to me, Simon...please?"

Oh...

For a second, he couldn't hide the sheer confusion and slight panic in his eyes. Make love? Fucking, yeah sure, that he could do...but make love?

He looked at your sweet face. You knew his reputation, surely. Definitely, otherwise you wouldn't have asked. He had been quiet for a little too long, and you drew your conclusions.

Your hands started to retreat. You felt silly for thinking this would be any different for him than his usual conquests. Just as you started to squirm out of his arms, his big calloused hand found your cheek.

He ducked down and pressed a gentle, slightly unsure peck on your lips.

"You got it, luv'..."

There was just something about you...He was drawn to you in a way he couldn't explain. He wanted to cherish you, he wanted to try...something in him craved it too...

He pulled off your sweater and as he kissed you deeply, only when he pulled back did he see the gorgeous white lace covering your heaving breasts. It was sexy and innocent at the same time, his hands trailed up from your hips to your back, where he undid the garment and let it drop to the ground.

His eyes didn’t so much as flicker down, they stayed firmly on yours as his hands gently cupped your tits.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling and your head dropped back, pushing your chest further into the warmth of his rough hands.

His lips found your exposed neck, and he whispered how beautiful you were before pushing you down on the couch slowly...his large frame towering over you.

He pulled his hoodie up over his head. His shirt coming up a little with it, your hands flew to his stomach instinctively, wanting to touch every inch of skin he bared to you. His muscles flexed a bit under your fingers, and he hissed. "fuck, your hands are cold."

"Oh god, sorry!" You immediately pulled them back, your cheeks heating up. He chuckled. Silently, he picked your hands back up and guided them under his shirt. You felt his muscles tense a little again, but then he relaxed.

"I'll warm 'em up...", his voice was low, and his lips found yours again, suckling gently on the bottom one. Your hands explored his torso under his shirt, moving up to his chest and around to his back, before moving down again, tugging at the fabric until he finally got the message and pulled his lips away from yours. He raised up his arms, and you smiled, having to sit up all the way to be able to pull it up over him. It was a bit of a struggle, and you chuckled, which made him laugh too. And when the fabric finally fell to the ground, he dove back on top of you, drinking the sweet sounds you made straight from your lips.

Your nails slightly dug into his back, all the way from his shoulder down, he pushed his body firmly against yours and you had to wiggle your hands between your bodies to find his belt buckle, the sound ringing through the room.

You stare up at him as your fingers slid into his boxers.

"Still cold?" you breathe out, as your hand wraps itself around his cock, fingers cupping at his balls, feeling the velvety skin your fingertips.

He groaned, "Fuck...kid..." as your hand started moving. You loved feeling him crumble on top of you, this massive hunk of a man moaning your name.

Sadly it didn't last long, he tugged at your wrist, manouvering both of your hands around his neck. He told you to hold on, and before you could protest you were being hoisted in the air. Your ankles linked behind Ghost's back, his large hands held a firm grip on your ass. He walked the both of you to the bedroom with his pants hanging open, the sound of belt buckle made your panties wet for some reason.

He dropped you down on the mattress and kisses you again, guiding you back until your head hit the soft pillows that smelled like him. You sighed in pleasure and instant relaxation, he kissed your neck again. His kisses quickly trailed down to your breasts, sucking and nibbling on your nipples as he went, down your soft tummy, until finally he pressed a firm kiss to your pubic bone, not minding the bit of hair there.

"You're so damn sexy, luv'. Gonna keep real still fuh me yeah?"

You looked down to see Simon eyeing you like a pray. He was between your legs in full sniper pose, one leg drawn up, his hands grabbing onto your thighs, moving them up on his shoulders.

He licked up your slit, tongue sliding right through your folds before circling your clit.

"Oh god Si-..." You moaned, feeling him grip you harder

Your hands flew down to his hair, blissfully tugging at the messy blond strands.

He licked and sucked on your clit for a bit, until you were soaked enough to take his fingers. He watched your face carefully for any signs of discomfort as he slid his middle finger inside of you. Your brows furrowed and your mouth hung open.

"Such a good girl..." he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your clit as he pumped his finger in and out of your soaked pussy.

"Want another one?" he asked, watching you nod brainlessly.

He added a second finger, curling them both up perfectly against your sensitive spot.

"Oh my god, please...oh god, oh god..."

He chuckled appreciatively before going straight back to licking your pussy, never stopping the movements with his fingers.

"You taste so good pretty girl...doing so good for me"

Your moans got louder and he could tell you were close.

"You gonna cum, luvie? C'mon cum...go ahead pretty"

You couldn't have stopped your orgasm even if you wanted to, you bucked against Simon's face. You had never cum that hard with a partner, you'd be embarrassed if it didn't feel so damn good...

He helped you ride it out, not stopping until he picked up your signals of overstimulation, when he gently pulled out his fingers and kisses back up your body. He made a slight show of licking his fingers clean.

"Tastes devine.. wanna try?" he smirked, not giving you time to reply before pressing a wet kiss to your lips.

"Need you Si...please? Wanna feel you inside me..."

You tugged at his pants again.

"Okay Luv...alright..." he pressed a couple small kisses against your face before getting out of his pants.

Thick drops of precum soaked through his boxers as his cock sprang free. He settled down back on top of you, rubbed the tip up and down your pussy and finally, he entered you, gently. He slowly started moving inside you. Kissing against your neck. groaning into your ear.

It was everything you asked for. Slow. Gentle. Loving. But you found yourself wanting more...

And for once in his life, he wasn’t the one asking…“Harder…”

“Hmm?” He groaned up from your neck

“Can you…just a little harder…please?” You mumbled, hazed with pleasure. Simon grinned, almost chuckled

“Harder hm? I though you wanted it all soft and sweet?”

“I do! I do…I just…want more…just please a little more?”

He groaned, his grin melting from his face when your sweet, doe eyes looked up at him, begging and pleading for more. He drove into you harder. Not faster, harder.

This wasn't a quick, rough fuck, but this wasn’t boring vanilla sex either…this was love making, passionate and deep.

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