Ghosts

Fuck

Senna's pov
Song inspo Blow by Ed Sheeran, Chris Stapleton and Bruno Mars
(this song because you guys deserve this stanky nasty chapter)

I could help but pull him by his shirt then so his lips could meet mine. His kiss was hot and hungry and I returned it all the same. Everything he said, and it had been quite a bit, had radiated down to my core and soaked into my bones. I believed him, any doubts I once had about myself, about him, us, they were long gone.

He was right, we had to stop dancing around the idea that we weren't supposed to be there together and just say fuck it. For once in our lives we needed to take what we wanted. I wanted him.

His greedy hands slid up my thighs and to my waist so he could inch me closer to the edge of the counter, closer to him.

It'd been too long since we last touched each other and it wasn't even a want anymore, it was a need. I craved him everywhere.

"Simon." I whined against his kiss as his tongue flicked over my bottom lip. He pulled back to remove his shirt that I'd been tugging on and while he did I pulled off mine. I went to unclasp my bra but he stopped me, laying me back over the counter and pinning my wrists above me.

"There's no rush." He muttered low and dangerous, his gaze raking over me.

Oh fuck.

This was different than before, this was true hunger.

He kissed me again, leaning over to reach me as my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel him pressed against me, ready for me and I wanted desperately for the fabric between us to dissolve.

Simon moved his kisses south, down my jaw and neck, nipping at my earlobe. His lips moved down my collarbone, tongue tracing just outside my bra where the cusp of my breast was. His breath on me sent shivers down my spine and I squirmed in his hold. I wanted to touch him too.

He didn't let me, though finally had to let go of my wrists as he continued trailing kisses down my stomach to where my hip peeked out of my pants.

The kettle whistled on the stove, breaking our focus. He went to pull away to set it aside but I sat up, keeping my legs wrapped around him so he couldn't leave.

"Don't you dare." I warned as I took his jaw in my hand and forced his eyes back to me. His gaze was somehow lazy yet filled with desire at the same time as a low growl escaped his throat before he kissed me again.

He snaked an arm around my waist, lifting me up so he could move to carry me so he could move to the stove and turn it off, his lips never leaving mine as he did.

With both hands free they moved to my ass, giving it a good squeeze as he carried me down the hallway to the bedroom. I took the chance to make it my turn to torture him, pulling at his lower lip with my teeth. I tugged at his hair to tilt his head to the side, giving me better access as I nipped and sucked at his neck.

Once inside the bedroom he dropped me onto the bed, waiting to climb on top of me so he could tug my pants and underwear off in one swift motion. As I sat up to help him with his belt he reached behind me to unclasp my bra.

I splayed my hand on his stomach to keep him standing at the edge of the bed once his pants were off, scooting up on my knees and sitting back on my feet.

His eyes met mine once more as my other hand wrapped around him though they threatened to flutter close as I stroked him.

"Fuck, baby.." he breathed and for once a pet name didn't absolutely disgust me, it turned me on even more.

"If you ever call me that outside of here I'll kill you." I warned with a smirk.

"Don't threaten me with a good time." He said back dangerously, biting at his bottom lip. His tired voice drove me insane, sending another rush of heat through me.

I flicked my tongue across his tip before taking him in my mouth, and he shivered. As I worked he reached out to pull the hair band off the bottom of my braid, undoing it with his fingers so it fell around my shoulders in waves.

Simon continued to watch me for a few moments and when my tongue slid up the length of him he let out a moan, letting his fingers dive into my hair. He didn't force me, just matched my rhythm.

Eventually he had enough and pulled away, eyes ordering me to lay back so I did.

Feeling him press against my thigh had a needy moan escaping my own lips before he silenced me with his kiss. His fingers pressed bruises into my hips as I arched up against him.

"Not yet." He breathed as one of his hands slid down between my thighs, fingers spreading me open before he slid two of them inside.

My fingers dug into his back as I gasped. Even fantasizing about him while I'd been away couldn't prepare me for the real thing.

"You're always so wet." His words were hungry as his eyes looked up to meet mine. When his fingers retreated he brought them up to his lips, stuck them inside his mouth and sucked the flavor of me off of him. Even just the sight of him enjoying me made my legs shake.

I reached down between us to line him up, I couldn't wait anymore, I needed him inside me.

Simon didn't stop me and as I pulled him closer he entered me slowly. I felt every inch until he was all the way in, filling me up to the brim. I let out a shaky breath as he held himself there, one arm supporting himself as his free hand moved to my clit, this thumb circling it.

Finally he started at a slow pace and our breaths quickened. I didn't keep myself quiet, I wanted him to know how much I was enjoying him.

"I love the sounds you make." He breathed into my ear before nipping harder at my neck, that only made me louder.

"I love you fucking me." I said back, tugging at his hair so he would bring his lips back to mine.

The time apart had ruined my stamina for him so when I felt close I pushed him away. I didn't want it to be over yet.

He cocked a brow at me, clearly unhappy about not being inside me anymore but I couldn't see his face once I turned over, on my hands and knees for him.

"You got a new tattoo." He commented and I'd almost forgotten the image of the katana that was now down the entire length of my spine. It matched the one I weirded to a t. "I like it." He added as his fingers traced down the tattoo.

His fingers didn't stop there, reaching in-between my legs again to feel how slick I was. I pressed back against him, ready for him once more.

He entered me, harder this time and I knew it was because he was close too. My hands fists the sheets as he held onto my hips, bringing me back to meet his thrusts. He was getting even deeper like this and it was making my mind go blank with how good it felt.

As he quickened one of his hands slid up the front of me, bringing me up to my knees so my back was pressed against his chest. His hand cradled my throat and his thumb was pressed to my lips. I parted them to suck on his and a growl escaped him once more.

"Don't do that." He pleaded, which only made me want to do it more. I reached for his hand, bringing his middle finger to my mouth to suck on. He retaliated by sliding his free hand down the front of me, drawing those shapes on my clit that made my legs shake.

I couldn't hold it any longer, wanting to keel over as the heat came to his peak but he held me there against him as he did the same, filling me up.

"Fuck." We breathed together as we tried to catch our breaths, chests rising and falling in unison.

Fuck.

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