simon’s not vocal during sex. like before you knew him well you’d even get a little insecure about it. but now that you know he isn’t, it doesn’t bother you.
the only time you’ve ever heard more than a grunt from him after he sinks into your warm, wet cunt for the first stroke is when he’s bone dead tired.
only when he’s so exhausted and his legs feel like they’re being weighed down, will he let you know how good he feels.
your soft body bouncing lazily atop of his, barely raising your hips before simon’s calloused hands are pulling you back down onto his cock.
the warmth of your pussy practically lulling him to sleep. warbled, almost pained, noises leaving his lips.
grunts, mewls, whimpers leaving him as you fuck yourself on his cock.
“fuck, doll. slow down, gonna make me cum.”
but he’s the one slamming you down onto him. guiding your movements as growls leave his throat until he cums inside you with such a guttural moan that your clit throbs deliciously.
rocking you down into him as his chest heaves with exertion. eyes slowly blinking up at you as his thumb finds your clit to rub lazy circles until your tightening around his cock and you find your own release.
