Simon knew he only had a limited time with Mary. Once her brain kicked in, she'd be gone in an instant. Replaced with the perfectly pink persona she portrayed to the world.
He wasn't a fan of that version of her. Much preferring the real Mary in his arms right now. The fiery uncontrolled woman of his dreams screaming his name. The soft specimen responding to his caresses, letting him make love to her.
Once was never enough. If he had his way they'd spend the rest of the day, the week, the year locked away in this library. Rolling around on this plush carpet, lounging on the couch, trying various positions on the writing desk over in the corner of the room. He'd take her any which way. Every which way. Or better yet making use of the king-sized bed in his room upstairs. It entered his mind, suggesting they move up there, but decided against it. He couldn't give Mary a chance to think. Because if she thought, she'd leave.
It was always this way. Right from the first time they fell into each other's arms years ago on a hot summer night. After weeks of teasing, taunting and making him jealous by dividing her attention between him and the local bad boy, Mary simply asked him to kiss her. She'd found him alone in the storage room of the Waterfront Tavern. Sauntering up to him and making the request as surely as ordering her favourite iced tea. And he could never deny Mary anything, doing as she asked. That kiss ignited a fire still burning to this day.
But it was always on her terms. She chose when and where they would hook up. She chose the pace, usually warp speed. And she chose when it all ended. One moment she was his and the next something would click within her. Some internal alarm would ring and it would all be over. Leaving Simon wondering it had happened at all. Leaving him wanting it to happen all again.
So he tried to give his body time to recover, focusing on pleasing her. A task he would readily take on any day of the week. Hearing her moan at his touch sent sparks down his spine. A few more minutes of this and he'd be ready to go again.
Mary was always eager. The way she jumped him when he entered the room her standard. Finding her commando under her bridesmaid's dress was new. He'd barely had a moment to wonder if she'd been without underwear all day - a tantalizing thought - when she was stripping him naked.
While he kissed her with the fever of longing, his hands luxuriated in the chance to reacquaint themselves with every curve of her body. He could spend hours searching for any changes since the last time he'd traced his favourite landscape. Wanted his lips to follow his fingers in their own exploration of Mary.
Dipping into the heat between her legs, Simon swirled around her sweet spot. Her body writhed beneath him, bucking at his touch. Slow rotations accompanied by her tiny mewing sounds caused his heart rate to accelerate. Watching her, feeling her react to his caress was tantalizing. For a brief moment, she was his, acquiescing to him.
She was close. Tearing his mouth from hers, he whispered in her ear. "Simon says come for me, baby."
And she did. A gush of warmth coating his fingers as she succumbed to his request. Her pulse racing where his lips sucked on her neck. His name once again pouring from her luscious lips. This time in a sing-song sigh.
"Simon...oh, Simon."
Bringing his dripping digits to his lips, Simon sampled her. "Oh... you taste so good," he groaned.
His heart skipped a beat when she laughed. The sweetest sound in the world was a real laugh from Mary. Not the fake high-pitched noise she normally offered the world. This was a sound of true delight. He wondered who else got to hear this divine music.
It was the final straw, he was standing at attention now, arousal surging through his body. Digging in his suit jacket pocket, Simon pulled out another condom. He'd come prepared.
Mary's eyes were closed so he asked for consent in another way. Moving between her legs, he ran sloppy kisses up and down her neck. Her hands slipped under the shirt she'd unsuccessfully tried to take off earlier, running her nails down his back. Grasping his butt, she encouraged him.
He slowly sank into her. "So warm... so good."
She bit her lip, causing the flesh to plump in a most kissable way, then opened her eyes. Deep blue irises met his. It was like she had captured his soul, holding him in her grasp as they slowly and tenderly made love. Not once looking away. Simon watched the light spark in her eyes before exploding like his own personal fireworks display as her body pulsated around him. He followed Mary into the abyss, losing himself to her once again.
When he could breathe again, Simon drank in the sight of the woman he loved, sated and satisfied. Golden hair spilled around her porcelain face, giving her an angelic look. But Simon knew Mary was really a demon in disguise. She'd tricked him, stealing his heart and she wasn't giving it back.
Reaching out, she caressed his face, tracing his eyebrow down to his cheek. Her fingers lingering there. The tenderness in her touch pulled at his heart.
How had he lived without this? Without her?
He countered her movements, turning to kiss the palm of her hand. "I love this," slipping from his lips.
It was a mistake.
Mary stiffened and retracted her hand, taking his heart with it. In a blur of motion, she pushed away from him, scrambled to her feet and fixing her dress, fled the room.
Stunned by the speed with which she ran away from him, Simon hung his head and silently screamed.
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Perfectly Pink - An It's Always Been You Romance (Complete)
RomanceWhen city girl and perfectionist Mary is forced to move back to the small town she escaped from years ago, she is once again tempted by local bar owner Simon, the man of her dreams but who does not fit into her carefully crafted waking life. Mary ha...