Dollface

Part 58

If he's willing to die for me, then I should be too. I may not be able to protect him, but if it came down to it, I'd risk my life in a heartbeat.

He leans in before I've had a chance to speak, taking the air out of my lungs, his soft lips caressing mine in such a peculiar but perfect way, it's like they're shaped and defined to fit mine perfectly.

I don't think I could ever get used to the feeling. The feeling he gives me, whether it's when he kisses me, touches me, is close to me, or God, even when I think of him. The single image of him in my head makes my heart lighten five times and I get this overwhelming pain in my chest.

His lips kiss mine lovingly, moving effortlessly and with an obvious passion, it makes me think back to our first kiss, back in the backseat of a car.

His urge to clearly fight it sapped his strength because he finally gave in. I remember thinking it would satisfy me for the rest of the night, but after that moment, all I want is to feel more of him. Though he didn't fight with that kiss at all. Instead, he let it all go. All the bottled up feelings he held inside melted between the kiss. I felt like I was drowning, but not in water. In him, only him. I don't think I ever want to come to the surface.

My hands slide down the soaked skin of his chest to his neck. I pull his head lower, wanting to feel as close to him as possible while Simon's heavenly hands gently roam up and down my sides.

Adam always made me feel body conscious, like I could never feel comfortable or satisfied with myself. But with Simon... it's different. After he opened up to me and showed me how much he trusted and cared about me, I didn't spend a damn second of my time on it.

He makes everything disappear, my insecurities, my problems, my fears, everything. He makes me feel beautiful in ways I never thought I would ever feel again.

The way he touches my skin like it's the softest and most beautiful thing there is. The way his eyes never manage to find a flaw in me, like every part of my being is nothing but perfect. The way he kisses me with so much love, like it's his last meal and he wants to show me how much he loves me through this little contact.

I sigh as he removes his lips from mine and now kisses his way down my neck. He pecks a sweet trail down my throat, paying special attention to where my neck meets my shoulder.

And just like that, a switch was flipped.

He sucks and nibbles at the skin, licking it with his tongue every now and then, which only sends a thrill up my spine, the soft moan in my throat making him moan greedily.

S: Fuck, baby.

He croaks in a hoarse tone before placing his lips on the space below my ear, the skin beneath his lips becomes tingly and I can't help but gasp softly, the steam in this almost claustrophobic space was suffocating. All I could breathe in was thick hot air, but that only intensified what I was feeling.

My heart begins to beat out of my chest so dramatically I could hear it pounding and ringing in my ears. His wondrous hands explore every inch of my body he could reach, as if he didn't know where to keep them. As I feel him gradually begin to mark my skin, my head tilts back in pleasure. How can he do this so well when I'm the first girl he's shown affection to? How is that even possible? My eyes close as I moan again. Oh fuck...

I: S-Simon.

Finally he pulls away from my neck and grins at the obvious masterpiece he left me.

S: Hm.

He lowers himself back to my jaw and peppers it with several soft kisses.

I: I need you.

I decided to just spit it out, straighten it, this makes his body go stiff and his lips freeze, he pulls his head back and looks me dead in the eyes, the first thing I notice is that they have gone dark, almost black.

S: Shit...

My chest tightens at the strained eye contact, putting me in an uncomfortable state of mind. I don't know what to do, what should I do?

S: Say that again for me, dollface.

He mutters, pushing a strand of my hair back with his index finger. I can feel my heart start to beat even faster as his eyes never leave mine.

I: I need you.

His lip is brought between his teeth as a hungry growl groans in his throat. I don't even have a second to think before his lips are quickly pressed to my collarbone.

S: Again.
I: I n-need you.

I could barely get my words out, my mind suddenly going foggy and all I can focus on is his lips desperately sucking on my skin.

S: Tell me how much you need me, baby.
I: Fuck- I need you, I want you. Simon, please.
S: Shit... how could I ever say no to you?

He wraps his arms tightly around my waist before pressing his lips to mine again. Seconds later, he moves his hands down to my thighs, silently demanding that I wrap my legs around his waist. I do so, wrapping my arms around his neck as well.

He holds me like a feather, like I weigh nothing. It's a turn-on to say the least, we kiss on our own terms. Pace; Slowly but passionately, my back hits the misty wall of the glass as he keeps his hands under my thighs for support. I run my fingers through his wet locks, feeling his teeth dig lightly into my bottom lip and tug.

My legs tighten around him, forcing us closer. I pull back for just a brief moment, hoping to get some air. Simon stares at me with his dark, lust-filled eyes, glancing quickly down my body with desire. But then he turns his eyes back to my face, understanding that I don't like him staring for too long.

My back then hits the cooler air of the bathroom as he slides open the glass and steps out of the shower. It's much less suffocating, allowing me to finally breathe properly, Jesus, it felt like I was suffocating in it.

The water continues to run as he sits me on the edge of the counter next to the sink. I barely have a second to comprehend anything before he attacks my neck again, not warning me as he spreads my legs.

My breath catches at the rapid action as my fingers continue to tangle in his hair, two quick pecks lingering on my lips before he creates a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses from my throat down to my stomach.

S: You're so beautiful.

I swear my heart stopped beating for three seconds. He doesn't even look at me when he says this, he just keeps his eyes closed as he kisses my inner thighs. The fact that he doesn't even have to look makes my limbs go weak, god I love this man.

Then he stands up straight and leans forward against the counter, both his hands gripping the edge. I watch him with parted lips as he pushes his hair back and looks at me once.

S: I love you.

We've established this before, but I can't help the uncontrollable blush heating my cheeks.

I: I love you too.
S: You said you wanted me?

I swallow nervously before nodding slowly. Simon, we're fucking over this. How does he still make me feel so vulnerable and nervous around him, just imagine being tiny compared to someone; that's what it feels like, except in the best possible way.

I: Hmm.
S: Then let me pleasure you first, baby.
I: W-what?

My eyebrows raise as I feel my stomach turning at his assertiveness.

S: You've done so much for me, Isa, made me finally open up and rely on someone, let me do something for you.

He notices how tense I am and strokes my arm up and down soothingly.

S: Do you trust me?
I: ...yes.
S: Then just relax and let me make you feel good.

Oh shit. Well, if you put it that way, I might get a little too nervous and fucking pass out.