#dimonsecretsanta

She was frozen in the moment, the feeling of him being so close to her, his minty scent and his hand lovingly patting her back drowning out everything else for her in the big x factor studio. She squeezed the soft material of his tailored suit jacket between her fingertips as she kept her eyes on the stage. It was easy to forget about the cameras when the focus wasn't on her but she had to continuously remind herself to not get too caught up in his arousing presence or the music that seemed to always take over everything she was feeling, because if she did, she might end up doing something stupid like kissing him or grabbing him in places that wouldn't be appropriate for live primetime television. Not that she'd ever done that before, even in private but she'd thought about doing it. A lot. She couldn't count the amount of times she had gone to her dressing room on breaks, wishing she had the courage to go to his instead. He would tell her he'd been expecting her and compliment her dress, tell her how much he wanted to take it off and then do just that before fucking her against the wall, the sound of her moaning his name making him go harder and faster. She had gone through it many times in her head and she had no doubts of what this man would be able to make her body feel and how much better the reality would be than her own hands and the thought of him. She looked in his direction and watched him as he watched the winner performance, a content look on his face He turned and met her gaze, his lips curling upwards in a knowing smile. It was bittersweet really, standing there, not knowing if this would be the last time he held her, if that was even what he was doing, or if nothing would ever get to happen between them. The whole thing was so vague. They had grown so close but she couldn't read his signals, couldn't figure out if he wanted her or if he was just playing around like she'd watched him do with other women. She knew he was aware of what he was doing to her though, she just wasn't sure if he was planning on doing anything about her borderline pathetic need of him.

He gripped on her side, pulling her closer to him and she let out a small gasp at the sudden movement, blushing at how easily affected she was by him. She looked at him disapprovingly but couldn't help the smile creeping on her face. He shrugged with a smirk and she shook her head at him as she stepped away to talk to Britney, painfully aware of the ever-present live cameras. That was the one thing she didn't like about this job. Oh, and being around Simon of course, if anyone asked. -

There was something about her. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, well, he could name a million things that were special about her but he couldn't pinpoint the exact thing that pulled him to her as forcefully as it had. Maybe it was a combination of it all. Either way, he wasn't exactly crazy about how weak he felt or how much he constantly had to control himself around her. It wasn't a familiar thing for him that there was something he just couldn't have. He felt her squeeze his hand and he looked down at her lying with her head in his lap with a smile on her face, instantly bringing one to his own as well. She had been lying like that for ages and had it been anyone else, he would have gotten annoyed. He liked his personal space and intimacy wasn't really his thing unless it was the fun kind. Though she did many things that annoyed him, the physical contact wasn't one of them. Somehow, with her, he had no such thing as personal space boundaries. And it quite frankly weirded him out.

They had both been silent for a while. It had been a rather tense night for them with fewer words spoken than usual and more longing glances. He knew what she was thinking, knew she was wondering what would happen from now on, if they would be seeing each other at all and he didn't know the answer to that, but one thing he did know as he sat there alone with her in his dressing room hours after the show had ended, was that he didn't want it to end. He didn't want to ever stop pretending she was bothering him and he didn't want her to ever stop trying to do just that. He never wanted to stop making her frustrated in every way, that was his favorite part, especially when she gave it right back to him and he had to quite literally walk away from her to stop himself from having his way with her right there in front of everyone. But most importantly, he didn't want to be without moments like these, just the two of them, too complicated to put into words but wonderfully so. She was right though, where did they go from there? He sighed as he absent-mindedly traced circles on her stomach, she was still in that metallic green dress she had worn for the show and although it looked too tight for her to lie comfortably in, he certainly didn't mind. He noticed how far the dress had gone up and moved his hand to trace circles on her bare thigh instead. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly, and he smiled to himself. He could tell on her breathing how badly she wanted him to move his hand further up and he almost did before coming to his senses and removing his hand entirely. She opened her eyes and looked up at him questioning. "We should really be leaving... I am the boss after all, in case you've forgotten, and the boss is usually expected at events like these." He half-joked, trying to avoid answering what her eyes were asking him. She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"I don't care about the stupid after-party." She pointed out, a smirk appearing on her lips as she continued; "And I know you don't, either. It's not even a party, it's all business and no fun." "Well..." He tried to stay serious but then broke into a small laugh when he saw the are-you-kidding-me look on her face. She giggled and sat up in the couch to then place her legs on either side of his lap, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck with a coy smile. His hands instinctively went to her hips. "Demi..." He warned but his smile remained. "Fine, we can go to your precious party," She mocked, tilting her head. "I was just hoping we could do something else instead." She looked at him, almost as if seeking approval for what she was inevitably about to do.

"Demi...." He repeated, this time almost pained. He knew he wouldn't be able to say no if she kept going, hell, he didn't want to say no. But he knew she had no idea what she was getting into with him, and really, he was in no way ready to commit to anything. Even if a one time thing was what she wanted, they were too complicated for that. Once they started, they wouldn't be able to stop. But she always refused to listen to anything that meant she wouldn't be getting things her way, didn't she? She was a lot like him in that way but he'd had more time to learn. Her lips met his in a soft kiss that only grew more urgent as she must have noticed he wasn't really kissing her back, but wasn't exactly stopping her either. He felt his head starting to spin, he was so torn about what to do, but, God, how long had he wanted to do that? So what was stopping him? The lines suddenly blurred and he couldn't remember. He intensified the kiss and she gasped and gripped tighter on his neck as his hands felt her back arch. She pulled away only for a second and smiled, no doubt satisfied that he had given in and he chuckled at her lack of subtlety.

She shushed him with her lips and slowly started grinding on him. Whenever he opened his eyes in between kisses and saw her lustfull eyes staring back at him, letting him know just how long she had wanted it too, he felt himself grow a little more. But when she reached down and pulled on his zipper, the voice in his head telling him to stop came back. It baffled him that he reacted this way, it wasn't of his typical nature but she brought out things in him he had otherwise left behind. Determined, he put his hand on top of hers to stop her and she looked up at him confused.

"Demi..." He said for the third time that hour. She understood immediately, her face going red. She got out of his lap without looking at him and went straight for her shoes. "God, why can't you just fucking say you don't want me instead of letting it go this far?" She asked but it wasn't really a question. She aggressively pushed her foot into her ridiculously high-heeled shoe. Yeah, she was angry and probably hating herself too. He certainly hadn't wanted that. He sighed. "If I said that, I would be lying." "Then what the fuck is it, Simon?" She stopped moving and looked at him as if expecting a different answer that made more sense to her. For a second he was stunned, realizing just how frustrated she really was and that he had gotten to her just as much as she had gotten to him. Part of him found that satisfying but really, he didn't want her to hurt, and certainly not because of something he had done. "Come on now... You know this would never work. " He argued with a shrug. He couldn't believe how naïve she was being. "I don't want anything to work, just the part we were just getting to." She spat, going back to her other shoe and then walking towards the door.

"You might want to work on that, sweetheart." It came out more condescending than he had meant it and he almost regretted saying it but she really needed a wakeup call. What was happening between them was so much more than a quick fuck in his dressing room and he knew that deep down she knew that too. She shot him another angry look but her face quickly softened, the most adorable pout he'd ever seen appearing instead. As he looked at her, sadness filled her eyes. "Let's just go." She said quietly as she let him put his arm around her waist, the both of them walking out towards his car.

-

She was still pouting when she got out of the backseat of his car. She had made a point of not saying a word to him and just staring out the window during the car ride but really, all that had done was just get her more frustrated and even angrier when he hadn't tried to talk to her. She realized it was beginning to seem a bit silly but damn, that man was frustrating. He was right, though. She did want more. But there was no use in that and there was definitely no use in admitting it. She had just wanted to see it for herself, feel him, maybe once she'd had him and all the sexual tension was gone, the inconvenient and inappropriate loving feelings she had towards him would go away. She had been hoping that it was all something she was making up out of frustration. But he hadn't let her test that theory, instead he had pushed her away and made her feel unwanted and stupid. When had he ever turned down a woman asking for nothing more than sex? Her guess would be never. He wasn't supposed to think about the consequences; he was supposed to not be able to resist her. Why was he making it so much more difficult than it had to be? It was a long elevator ride to the 18th floor where the party was held and she hesitantly peeked over at him as they stood there next to each other. He was already looking at her, a soft expression on his face. She sighed. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "I kinda just wanna forget this ever happened. " She replied dully. He chuckled and she couldn't help but smile either at how stupid this was. "Do you really, though?" His eyes grew intense and she swore she saw a glimpse of that same look she'd seen on his face when she had started moving her hips on him earlier. It caught her off guard and she instinctively took a step back. With their eyes locked, he walked towards her, pushing her backwards until she was against the metal railing. She struggled to catch her breath as he continued to stare into her eyes. Her annoyance with him seemed to slowly vanish as the speed of her heartbeat increased with every inch between them disappearing. He reached behind her to push the red button, his lips immediately after crashing against hers so forcefully she lost her train of thought and didn't even notice that the elevator stopped moving. "What are you doing?" She gasped as she pulled away. "What your eyes have been begging me to do." His voice was low and husky. "You have no idea how crazy you make me." She instantly tensed up and felt herself going damp at his words. She had been desperate for him before and now she was losing control of her body, it was like it wasn't her own anymore. He controlled it, it was his now and she was surprisingly okay with that. His mouth met hers again, his hands pulling her dress up around her hips. She felt her breathing getting rapid as he lifted her up to sit on the railing behind her, his body against hers to make sure she was steady. She almost moaned out loud when he pressed his jean-covered hardness against her, his lips moving up and down her neck as she pressed her fingers into his lower back breathlessly, aching to have him inside, anticipating what was to come. 

"Do you see that camera up there?" She looked in the direction he'd told her to and noticed a security camera in the top corner, but she was far too focused on her growing need of him to really pay attention. "Right now anyone in the security room could be watching. Focus on that when I fuck you, baby." Her eyes went wide at the sudden realization but she couldn't deny the rush that went through her, making her push her hips against him urgently. He smirked and she unzipped his jeans, pulling him out and stroking him a couple of times as he watched hungrily. She inhaled sharply, seeing that he was already fully erect, thankful that she didn't have to wait any longer to finally feel him inside her. As if on cue, he moved her lace panties aside and she rubbed his head against herself, closing her eyes and letting out a soft sigh at the touch. She lined him with her opening and he pushed his hips forward, going half-way in, both of them moaning loudly at the fulfillment. She held on to his back tightly as he slowly moved in and out, letting her get used to his size, the impatience overwhelming her. "Please..." She begged, biting his neck and pulling at the skin underneath his shirt on his back. He slammed into her hard with no warning, making her nearly lose her balance from pleasure, before going painfully slow again. She almost whimpered.

“Come here, darling” she felt the breath hit against her hair and then she was pulled to one of the guest rooms. It was no surprise to her that attitude, not after that conversation at the backstage of The X Factor, last week.

“Yeah, yeah, I do read the tabloids, but I don’t think you would get involved with someone as young as I.”

“It’s not about age, it’s about wanting. When I make my mind about wanting something, you can be sure I’ll do something about it”.

So she decided to make a move, all she needed to do was to show him how much he desires her. And there she found herself, sitting at his kitchen counter, flirting with that man, but the man wasn’t necessarily the guy next to him, with whom she maintained a pleasant conversation watered with drinks during the small celebration. The man was him.

So many contestants, judges and a few friends, but all she could focus on was his intense gaze over her, while she took a big gulp of the cup which belonged to the guy named Scott. Poor Scott barely knew that under the short dress had two hot thighs and a stomach that was shaking of adrenaline with such confidence and boldness that the man across the room gave to the beautiful girl next to him.

And with so many moves that didn’t lead to anything, he decided that she wouldn’t pass another second with that guy, who just clogged her with alcohol. His mind was made, and so they arrived at the present moment.

“Simon, what are you doing?” she asked as her back collided against the door, already closed.

“I’m giving you what you want” she heard those words being whispered against her ear, while his strong hands went down over her hips, stroking every inch of skin reachable there.

“What makes you think I want that?” her question was as unnecessary as any kind of dialogue in that moment. Her breathing was unregulated, her lips tried desperately to reach him, but she was prevented by the hands on her hips, which were pressing her against the door. It was totally stupid asking this, but in a game, the more moves are made, the farther it goes, and even if she was practically begging for him, she must provoke him.

“This” he slowly pulled away and opened her legs wide, leaving two kisses on her knees, then raised up his hands firmly all over her thighs, then went up till get at her missing underwear, yes, no panties. He smiled of how sassy she could be, and then dragged his finger in the wet slit, till the tip of the sensitive clitoris. He bent back close to her neck, letting light kisses with open mouth over it, as he put the wet fingers in her tongue, not just for her prove herself, but also for her to know who’s winning.

“Let me tell you how you want me to do you, okay?” it was a rhetorical question, but she didn’t left to nod, breathless. Were the rules, you obey who is winning, and have to be always available to obey when and how your master tell you to.

“First, you want me to kiss you, kiss you so hard that your lips throb” with every word he approached further, his body pressing a little harder against hers. The pink lips brushed against his thin lips, but a little discipline it’s sometimes required.

“But I won’t, not yet. You know you like to beg for it. Am I wrong, doll?”.

“Please! Kiss me now, come on” her pleas were becoming in whispers lower and lower, while he got rid of that dress, and warmed her neck with hot kisses.

“You like beds, huh? I’ll teach you a better way” he acted without even getting a response from her. He took her up by her legs, putting her on his lap and pressing her once again against the door, now having access and control to all her belly and breasts, planning to enjoy them the fullest. But she had different plans, she still wanted to taste him, she needed that, and the distraction when he got rid of his pants, was the chance she had to change the game.

“I like kisses! Now make me throb” she said, and then, her tongue brought warmth to him, keeping the fire inside his mouth in every move she made.

She kept with her ​​hands gripping his face, holding him there, to make sure she was in command and he would give her exactly what she wanted. Pulse.

With her body clinging to his torso, he guided his hand down to the pearly clit, rubbing it with rotating movements, gaining moans in exchange, which vibrated into his mouth. The movements were varied, turning her even more horny with every single touch.

Their kisses were disordered now, she couldn’t even focus on a rhythm to kiss him, she bit his lips, licked his teeth, breathed into his mouth and grabbed his hair, pulling them along with every wave of pleasure, which only seemed to increase. And with a little pinch in the pulsating rosy clit, she could no longer wait to feel him.

“Oh please, now”.

His cock slipped faster and faster on her center with so much wetness, making their skin shine. The thick member going as deep as possible into her, causing her words to be stutter and endless, but he knew that those words being moaned in his ear, and those licks on his earlobe, were just to raise his stimulus to a level that make ​​his body numb, or just to make he ache even more for her.

“Oh fuck. Doll” he groaned slamming her against the wall, when her hot liquid spilled all over him, mingling with his. She had an open mouth on his neck, biting and sucking on it as a way to stifle her moans and whimpers; licking his sweaty skin, feeling the perfume on her tongue, making her even more intoxicated with that wave of pleasure, which made her feet numb, and tingled her sore center.

“Kiss my lips” she asked softly looking at him with an angelic face that made ​​him want to fuck her brains out, one more time. She was so beautiful and devilish asking him to kiss her with that beautiful pout, just for him. So he approached, guiding his hand up to her neck, tilting her head to the ceiling, so he could kiss all the way from her breasts to the chin, then arriving at those sweet lips; kissing her softly, yet so shrouded in the heat that her tongue was able to bring to him.

She told the truth, she loves kisses, so she kissed him until her body was able to be sustained properly again, but not only because of that. She kissed him because she was addicted to his smell, his taste, his ways. She wanted him in a considerable time, and she couldn’t have imagined anything better than he really is. She knew he would do so many things to her, like he just did, but in fact, she didn’t know she would feel so many other things when her feet touched the ground, and her dress was decent again, but one thing she knew. That would not be the only time.

“I told you, sweetheart. If I want something, you know I’m going to get it. That’s the way that it goes”.

It’s dawn, just over 4 am I guess. It’s not customary for street lighting to illuminate the room in such a way, not this early, but due the weather the houses are floods with decorative lights and related, making the street colorful through the night, which gave me view of the body next to me, immediately heating my heart the same way the body heated my.

It’s nice to wake up in the quieter hours of the night, after all it’s a normal routine for me, a routine in which I feel lucky to have. See his chest moving according to the breathing, as well as the movement in the street, calm. It’s almost forbidden for me to continue quiet just watching, I want to get close to his neck and feel that natural smell that pleases me so much, he smells like heaven. It’s not too strong or too specific to the point of becoming cloying, but it’s not too weak to be imperceptible. “Inexplicable” is the only word that could well explain how that smell makes me feel, or perhaps for you to really understand how I feel with such a smell, “Happiness” can also be an adjective to him, in a whole.

No matter how close I am, I only wish get closer and closer. The more closer I can get, more noticeable are the beating of his heart against my ears. And is it, I became more intoxicated with this natural perfume, which flooded my nostrils, filling me completely with him.

In the most brazen way, I went over his body hovering over him, leaning on my elbows, spending the necessary time to admire a little better my happiness.

His thin lips pursed, highlighted intriguing dreams, or perhaps just heat loss that my body brought to his, earlier. The eyebrows don’t express any signs, just contrasted pleasantly with the dark lashes. The light bathed the left side of his face, making him angelic, as if that vision was the proof more than concrete wich I needed to confirm that my feelings for everything related to him were true, he’s peace, that simple.

Disrespectfully, I invaded his personal space, kissing his lips slowly, feeling my own breath hitting against his skin, then slamming back to mine, waking him up from his sleep, beautiful to watch. It’s mesmerizing watching the way his eyes opened in the more sleepy way, and see how his lips extended in such a genuine smile to hear me confess “I love you” just like many times before.

From this moment I knew, my day is just beginning in the best possible way.

*

“Are we going somewhere tonight?” He asked me, as he picked up a couple of bags for peaches I chose.

“Nope.” I said, carefully placing the fruits in the open bag he handed to me, lest they be crushed.

“Oh, and why not? Your mother always…”

“I want to do something different this time.” I explained, tying a knot on the bag, and then looking up at his beautiful surprised face.

“Okay then. What else do we need?” A smile formed and I can tell he’s excited, perhaps anxious.

“Plums and, hm… Raisins.” I smiled already walking to the hallway up ahead, where probably we would find them.

“We seem married.” He said taking a few more bags before walking with me, giving a brief kiss on the top of my head.

“It’s funny, I like it.”

*

I don’t know exactly what time of the day is now , because the sky is dark by the lack of sun, but I suppose that is already almost night. We are both sitting on the huge gray couch watching some movie that the channels always reprise; socks over the pillow, and the fruit bowl on my lap. In fact he was the only one watching the movie, because I’m watching him.

It’s totally gorgeous how the falling snow outside the window at the background, became the perfect landscape for his orange face due to lighting that fireplace brought to the ambience. His concentrated eyes blinked according to the bites that I took off the peach. The chin is in line with the nose, when admired of side, I couldn’t find any other human being as harmonious as he. He brought harmony not only to my vision but also to my heart, and soul. But not only his outside beauty, but also the beauty kept on his inside. It’s like if everything he is, perfectly align with everything I am, as if only there’s harmony to both of us, when the voices are put together, as if we are a complement to each other, so that we can be the true of each one, the entire of each one. I think it’s impossible that there could be something as genuine as us before.

“Do you want?”

“Want what?” I said distracted, still trying to concentrate on the intense eyes staring into mine, so suddenly.

“Get married.”

“Nope.” I said calm, like I did earlier, but his face is not excited now, this time became confused, but curious.

“You never told me that.” He said, moving his body to closer, indicating that he is waiting for me to explain it, that he is ready to know a new part of me. A part wich was only awake when his harmony was more than evident in my melody.

“I just don’t think it’s really necessary. Look at us, stop to think about our relationship, we are happy already, marriage will not interfere in it, if it’s to work it will anyway, married or not, and if it’s not, well, it won’t work not even married. Love doesn’t need a “ritual” to last, we don’t need to be married to be happy forever. It may seem selfish, because you might want to get married, and I would be honored to marry you if that’s what you want, but I’m just saying that for me there’s no need, because I have you and what you are to me is already enough.“ I took a deep breath seeing his smile snatch my being, and feeling such emotion I couldn’t be more certain of my happiness.

"And what am I to you?” He asked me with a proud look.

“Love”

“Home”

“Happiness”

“Shelter”

“Safety”

“Paradise”

“P…”

“Peace.” His voice should have stopped me, but it only completed mine.

“What you are to me is enough too.” He continued in a voice as calm as the beating of my heart.

“I hope that this also is enough to you.” I whispered making him confused again, but this time I didn’t have to say even one word to the understanding back to him, bringing joy, excitement and lots, lots of love. When I guided his hand to my belly, with no signs of changes, at least not yet.