FRAGMENTS ; Simon Riley

Chapter 26. (M)

ROSALIE.

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The click of my heels ricocheted in the air as with quick steps, I hurried towards my dressing room. The guests were currently entertained by one of the bands I had hired for the reception, together with a few special drinks and a banquet with different appetizers.

Me and Simon, on the other hand, were sneaking out of the reception, into a private room. This man couldn't wait for the honeymoon, it seemed.

After all the teases, the boudoir pictures I had prepared for this event and for him, his needs were getting quite obvious from his suit, during the welcome to the celebration.

"Hurry up, wife." He whispered, his hand enveloping my wrist as he tugged on it, trying to make me keep up with his pace. "Simon, slow down! I'm wearing high heels." I laughed silently, almost stumbling on my own steps.

With a low curse, I saw him look around before slipping an arm under my knees and another across my back, picking me up bridal-style. What a gentleman.

Finally, having me in his arms, he could walk quickly towards the last room of the corridor, with a foot kicking open the door to my dressing room. "Hey- careful." I gasped, his strong arms throwing me over the couch before he headed to lock the door.

Anticipation hung in the air, his broad form slowly made its way towards me, looming over my body as our gazes locked. "Mrs Riley.. I don't think it's normal to.." He started off with a low whisper, his tone laced with a melting seduction.

From the inside pocket of his suit, he took out a few polaroid pictures, each one holding a red lipstick's stain on the white boarders. "..tease me in public, with this." He waved one of the pictures in front of my face.

Perhaps, it was one of my favorites. On all fours, the delicate veil cascading over my body, covered only in a white lingerie that left little to imagination.

A grin spread on my face, my gaze moving on his tensed one, "What about it?" I teased with a low tone, arching a brow at his current inner panic.

But his reaction was so unexpected, leaving me gasping and that grin fixed on my lips. Simon wrapped a hand around my throat, pushing his forehead against mine, eyes locked on mine. "You are already the death of me. If you keep up like this.." He whispered, his warm breath fanning over my face.

"..the honeymoon will start right now."

And before I could even reply, his lips smashed on mine, dragging me in a passionate and hungry kiss.

He had always been a good kisser—way too good and hard to keep up for me.

I returned the feverish kiss, a hand unconsciously slipping inside his slick hair, careful not to mess them up—or else, everyone would've understood.

In a hurry, he pushed me down on the couch, slowly kneeling between my legs as he pushed away my gown, his hands trailing over my thighs. "Oh.. what do we have here?" He whispered against my lips, his fingers coming into contact with my garter.

"Don't.. it's for later." I hummed with a grin, before his tongue delved into my mouth with strength, enticing a moan from me.

Every touch, every caress, it nearly drove me crazy. I was drunk in love with this man, every second, every moment in my entire life. No one could ever take his place, never in a lifetime, not even another universe.

Simon's fingers moved further, kneading the soft and sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, then pushed aside my panties, coating the digits with my wetness. A low rumble erupted from his throat, "So eager for me, love? And here I thought I was the sick bastard for not resisting my Missus."

Every whispered word sent shivers through my body, my back arching instantly when he pumped two fingers through my folds, capturing a gasp. "Shut up, idiot." I managed to croak out, not able to keep up with the rough pace he had started with.

Only a few minutes in, and I felt like falling apart already, at each pump, each curl that hit my G-spot, each tease. Simon knew how to play his cards well.

"You're lucky I'm not gonna fuck you now, Rosalie. I'll be reserving that for our honeymoon."

He had lowered himself between my legs, vanishing behind the layers of my gown, his warm breath fanning against my aching core. "Simon!" I gasped as soon as his tongue tasted my juices, his fingers adding more pleasure to the moment.

The tip flicked over my sensitive bud, circling it with pressure before wrapping his lips around it, sucking and pulling. "Fuck.. fuck fuck." I attempted to keep down my moans, all the noises he was drawing from me—it was nearly impossible. But I had a great reasoning. Everyone was just a few meters away from the room we were locked in.

His tongue moved relentlessly, matching his fingers' pace, the digits pressing continuously against my G-spot.

"Come on, baby. Come for me."

My face contorted with pleasure, my lower lip was trapped underneath my teeth as I gulped down my moans, quiet gasps and whines escaping me, before a burning knot formed on my lower abdomen.

Simon could feel me twitching, getting so close to the edge, and he took it as a sign to speed up the pace over my clit, sending me in an infinite loop of pleasure. I had lost the train of my thoughts, my words died right in my throat as the knot finally snapped, making me fall apart with a strangled moan.

He helped me ride out my orgasm's waves, his fingers pumping in and out firmly and slowly, his tongue tasting the orgasm he had caused, with a grin plastered over that idiotic face.

Slowly, he raised on his knees and watched me through lowered lashes, his mouth glistening with my need and pleasure.

"Very delicious, very sweet. Very Mrs Riley." He teased with a low voice, followed by an amused laugh as he noticed my glare.